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Post by Katniss Everdeen on Sept 7, 2010 20:31:23 GMT -5
The announcer stood up on the podium, ready to make the announcement of who was picked in the reaping for District 5. As the announcer silenced the crowd, with all the parents watching, knowing that he was sending their children into certain death. Unless they beat the odds.
"Attention" his voice boomed out. He knew that Careers would most likely step up and take spots, but then there was also times that they wouldn't and they'd let little pests get taken care of.
"The two Tributes will have to step up here, Ariadne Edelmann and Mitchell" he said as he saw an older teenager walk up towards him. Then the girl made her way up towards him.
"Anyone willing to take either of their spots?" he said as both tributes had finally made it to the platform.
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Post by Alana Mathews on Sept 7, 2010 21:58:17 GMT -5
Alana knew something was up with the girl that was picked. She didn't deserve to go in. Alana at least knew how to fight. She wasn't sure about this girl. She would rather let herself go in and see what could happen, than just let her go to die without even a fight.
"I, Alana Mathews, Will go in place of Ariadne Edelmann" she said as she moved towards the stage. Nothing would change what she just said. Regardless if she knew the girl or not, but she wanted to go in for a fight anyways.
Let the games begin.
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Post by Ariadne Edelmann on Sept 8, 2010 16:56:01 GMT -5
Loop, loop, pull them through, Ariadne tied the ribbon in her hair with fumbling fingers. The Reaping. She was terrified, but at the same time, confident that her name wouldn't be called. Hadn't she had enough bad luck in her lifetime? With all the names in the district, many with tesserae on them, the chances were slim that 'Ariadne Edelmann' would be the name out of the basket. She looked at herself in the window pane. Slim and innocent looking in a pale pink dress. It didn't exactly suit her demeanour, but it would have to do. The loops of the white bow she had just tied peeked over the top of her brunette head.
She was ready.
The square was already full when she arrived late, as usual. She scampered to her place amongst the fifteen-year-olds. Today was not the day to stand out. The history began. The wars, the disasters. Ariadne tuned it out, as she always did. She twirled her hair, thinking about perhaps going swimming in the woods after this.
Then it was time for the calling of the names and Ariadne let the lock of hair fall to her side. Her eyes focused at a point over the announcers head. An hour ago she had been confident that it wouldn't be her. Now she wasn't so sure. She felt her eyes glaze over, she wasn't blinking and then, the unimaginable.
'Ariadne Edelmann'
She closed her eyes, hard, feeling tears well up. It took all of her self-control to push them back. And in that moment it took to regain her composure, someone else stood up. A blonde girl she didn't recognise. 'Alana.'
Why would she do it? Ariadne couldn't fathom such self-sacrifice.
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