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District One

Lyra Caprane stood next to the girls bowl and dug around in it for a few seconds, taking out a paper and walking back to the microphone.

"Roxanne Blackwood."

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Roxie couldn't move. Her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. After a few seconds, and some urging from Lyra and the girls around her, she made her way onto the stage, where everyone began clapping for her. She was a Blackwood, why, her oldest brother, EJ, he'd been a career. He'd come back victorious and was now the mentor for District One. That is, until someone else wins.

This was pretty much expected of her.

Lyra then marched over to the bowl of boys.

"August Marian."

And then a taller boy with black hair emerged from the crowd. He was another career, that was exactly a secret. He marched up to the stage and took his place next to Roxie.

"District One, your tributes!"

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District Two

For whatever district she was in that year, Natalia attended the Reapings. Last year, she'd been in district twelve, the property of a Peacekeeper. This year, it was District Two, the property of some rich guy whose daughter did beauty pageants. After all these years of being trafficked, she was almost desperate for her name to get picked, because, if she did, then there would be two possible outcomes;

1. she gets money, gets herself out of trafficking, and lives her life however she pleases

or

2. she dies

Both sounded good to Natalia at this point.

And luck would strike her when Rosalie Royce walked to the microphone and announced, "This year's female tribute is...Natalia Haden!" And then Natalia felt the eyes look around. Some were whispering "Who?" while others just kinda stared at her. She quickly went up there, shook hands with Rosalie and stood there doing what she did best; looking like a mannequin.

"And this year's male tribute is...Sawyer Elshir!"

The boys eyes drifted towards Sawyer, who, in all honesty, wasn't paying attention. He looked up from his fidgeting hands, not to mention he was a little tipsy. After a moment, he started slowly moving through the crowd and up to the stage. No careers this year, it seemed, cause he sure as hell hadn't trained his whole life for this, and he most certainly didn't recognize Natalia.

Sawyer shook hands with Rosalie and then held out a hand for Natalia to shake. After a moment, she reached out, gave his hand one loose shake, before pulling it away entirely.

"District Two, your tributes!"

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District Three

Harrington Harris was a no nonsense man, with a strange military like attitude, that did not at all match his flamboyant style. He marched over to the bowl and over to the microphone.

"Viola Mark."

Viola took in a deep breath. Shit. She feel her heart beating throughout her entire body. Ah, she'd worn this nice dress to go die. I mean, that was the case every year, especially considering she was from one of the richer districts. She looked behind her to see her mother, Natalia, with an insanely worried expression.

"Viola Mark."

And with that, Viola just decided to move forward, her hands folded in her lap, she stood on the stage, waving to the crowd.

Now, for the boys.

"Ryan Gray."

Webb looked up and looked at his brother and the behind him at his parents, who were now talking with Natalia Mark, the three joined in their worry. But they had to move, so, fuck it. Who cares? Here we go.

"I go by Webb." He whispered to Harrington who nodded with a 'hm'. "Well then, Webb Gray, shake hands here with Ms. Viola Mark."

Both Webb and Viola nodded before promptly shaking hands.

"District Three, your tributes!"

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District Four

Misty Mirrors stepped over to the bowl of girls, dug around, and pulled out a name. She snapped three times before opening the card. "Louise Doe." She called and Louise's eyes went a little wide.

Well, there goes the plan to go swimming with her family later. She stood still. There was beckoning from Misty, prompting her to 'come on out', before one of the Peacekeeper's marched into the crowd and grabbed Louise, and walked her onto the stage. Louise didn't say anything the entire time. Lewis watched her. He didn't like this at all. He knew Louise would not survive; he didn't want to lose the person he'd been with since day one.

When Misty began digging around the bowl of boys, Lewis suddenly shouted out, "I volunteer as tribute!"

He paused. Did he actually just say that? He looked behind him at his parents, whose expressions were increasingly upset.

"Very well then, come on up." Misty beckoned and Lewis did so taking his place next to Louise. "And what's your name, boy?"

"Lewis Doe."

"Ah!" Misty exclaimed. "Your siblings?"

"Twins, actually." Louise spoke.

Misty giggled like a little girl, clapping her hands. "Well, District Four, everyone give a big hand for your twinbutes!"

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District Five

Laura and Lucie stood in the crowd of girls, holding hands with one another.

Eros Blatant dug around and pulled out a name. He paced the stage five times, it was his shtick, before announcing the name. "Lucie David."

Lucie completely froze and Laura's hold tightened on Lucie's.

"Lucie David!" Eros called out again in a sing-song voice and just as Lucie was about to start moving forward, Laura ran forward and shouted out "I volunteer as tribute!"

Lucie shook her head. "No, Laura, don't!" She said, before some Peacekeeper's pulled her back and walked up to stage, taking her place next to Eros. "My name is Laura Easton."

Eros nodded, heading over to the boy's bowl. "Forest Daniels."

Forest took in a deep breath, whispering an "Alright." To himself. He began walking up to the stage, before looking behind him at his little sister, Nova, who was standing with their mother, who actually looked concerned for once.

He shook hands with Laura and that was that.

"District Five, your tributes!"

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District Six

Victory Ray never wasted time. She grabbed a name from the bowl of girls and a name from the bowl of boys before walking back to the microphone. "Calleigh Finlay and Anubis Hesham."

Well, after getting over their shock, the two made their way up to the stage. Anubis looked at Cal. God, she was so young. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen. Immediately, he thought of his sisters, but, then again, he thought of his sisters when it came to just about any girl younger than him. "It'll be okay," He whispered to her and Cal only nodded.

"I go by Cal." She said to Victory before turning back towards Anubis

They shook hands, as was the custom.

"District Six, your tributes!"

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District Seven

Nina Nathan wasted time.

She grabbed names and threw them behind her until there was one name left. She pulled out the paper and opened it. "Darling Brandon."

Darling's head snapped up. Just her luck, it seemed. After a few seconds, the blonde took in a deep breath, and slowly made her way out of the crowd and up to the stage. 

Now for the boys.

Same story, grabbed the papers, threw them, and took out the final name. "Jacob Middleton."

Jake sighed. Just his luck, it seemed. He left the crowd and went to stand next to Darling, before shaking hands.

Darling was twelve, this was her first year for being reaped. Jake was eighteen, this was his last year for being reaped.

And they'd gotten picked.

Phenomenal.

"District Seven, your tributes!"

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District Eight

Charles Corazon dug his hand around in the bowl of girls before he walked back to the center stage and promptly announced the name; "Elizabeth Richardson."

Elizabeth froze briefly in shock, she could see her cousins around her look at her, but started moving after a couple of seconds, because it didn't matter. Who the hell cares? Her father did not love her, she was suicidal, she could fight pretty decently, so who the hell cares?

The blonde stepped onto the stage, lowering her hood, as she'd worn a red cloak with her dress.

Charles then stepped over to the bowl of boys and pulled out a name. "Thomas Haxton. Oh, excuse me-" Throat clearing. "Thomas Haxton Junior."

TJ's breath caught in his throat. Paul, his younger brother, turned to look at him before just as quickly looking away. It was a small comfort to TJ, but at least he'd be with a family member. Elizabeth was his cousin, after all. So, he breathed in, he breathed out.

TJ shuffled out from the crowd and then there was a screaming voice.

"No!"

His mother, Angel.

She immediately began trying to run towards TJ before being grabbed by Peacekeeper's.

"That's my baby!" The woman screamed. "That's my son!" Angel was pushed back and grabbed by Hugh, Elizabeth's father. He held his hand over Angel's mouth, as if she were a screaming toddler. Hugh locked eyes with Elizabeth and just as quickly looked away from his daughter.

"Well, that was a spectacle," Charles said as TJ stepped onto the stage. Right as he did, Charles grabbed his wrist and Elizabeth's wrist. "Now, go ahead and shake hands."

The two shook hands, as if they hadn't know each other their entire lives.

"District eight, your tributes!"

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District Nine

Catalina Ryanse dug her hand into the girl bowl and pulled out a name. "Alright, who is it?" Catalina looked in the crowd; this was her shtick. Grab a name, look around the crowd, and then actually say the fucking name. So, now it was the last step. "Emma Hart."

Artie's eyes went a tad wide, but after a couple of seconds, she pushed through the other AFABs and stepped onto the stage, arms crossed, almost looking like a pouty toddler. Well, at least they'd have an outlet for their anger and suicidal thoughts.

"Oooh, somebody's cranky," Catalina teased and Artie resisted the urge to bite her. "I go by Artie." They said, and Catalina nodded. "Alright then, whatever makes you happy," She then grabbed the male tribute name, repeated "Alright, who is it?" And then opened the name. "Alexander Oswald."

Alex ran a hand through his hair. Oh fuck, oh god, was Katelyn gonna be okay if he left? Not to say they had a bad father, he just worked a lot.

"Alexander Oswald! Can you hear me?"

Alex's arm was grabbed by a Peacekeeper and he was escorted up to the stage. "I, uh-" The nerves were killing them. "I go by Alex."

Catalina nodded. "Alex because your name is Alexander." She turned to Artie. "Now, that makes a little more sense than Artie because your name Emma."

Artie resisted the urge to maul Catalina. Save that for the arena, sweetie.

"District Nine, your tributes!"

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District Ten

Natalie Nathan, like her sister, wasted time. She threw every single name from the bowl onto the ground and then grabbed the final name. "May Jones."

Char was about to start fucking crying. She knew she would die. Void knew they would die. They had no endurance, they could not fight, god, they were pathetic. After not moving for several seconds, the blonde was grabbed by Peacekeepers. She was walked up onto the stage and placed next to Natalie.

Just like Peter Parker, Char didn't want to go.

Now for the boys. Blah, blah, blah, names were thrown on the ground, and the last name was, "Igor Novikov."

Igor's head perked up. Oh fuck, okay...here we go. He wasn't technically a career but his father had made sure he was very manly and all that wonderful stuff. Igor was strong, he was athletic, he was a good fighter. And he was familiar with Char; it was friends with his sisters. But, nonetheless, he made his way through the crowd and up to the stage and stood next to Char, whose hand he held.

"It'll be fine," He whispered to her. Igor couldn't guarantee that, Char didn't believe that, but they needed some form of optimism goddammit.

"District Ten, your tributes!"

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District Eleven

Here we have yet another not time waster and totally not just because Char is getting tired. Via Violin grabbed a name from the girl bowl and a name from the boy bowl and promptly announced those two names; "Fay Salton and Jonas DeChamplaine."

Fay let go of her friends hand and went up to the stage as Rocket walked alongside her. Both were moving slowly and both were scared shitless.

Both of them knew they were going to die.

They were given no time to say anything, not preferred names, no, nothing before Aster promptly announced;

"District Eleven, your tributes!"

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District Twelve

Ever since Thea's breasts started developing, her plan was, if she ever got picked for the Hunger Games, she would just whore her way through. She had nice tits, the fuckers in the Capital would probably like that about her. And wouldn't you know it, the name Aster Karlie announced was;

"Althea Hart."

Now, it's not to say that Thea wasn't terrified, but at least she had a plan. And she was a decent enough fighter, so, there was that. Her dress was very low cut, revealing quite a bit of cleavage. She made her way up to the stage, shook Aster's hand, and that was that; some guy in the Capital probably had a hard on watching her right now.

Aster then plucked a name from the boy bowl.

"James McBride."

Admittedly, Jam wanted to go to the Hunger Games. Not for glory and victory or whatever, but because his entire family was dead. He had a plan; if he didn't get reaped today, he would kill himself.

As Jam walked onto the stage, he knew he wasn't gonna try too hard to win or survive. But at least, when he died, it'd be a little more interesting than hanging himself.

Jam shook hands with Thea.

"District Twelve, your tributes!"