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    A Hunger Games Roleplay
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    Artemis Boutcher
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    Ortensiana Stedman
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    November 27th, 2014 at 03:35am
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    Fear filled the faces of all the young children who stood in line waiting for their trackers to be placed inside of the. Ortensiana was second in line, following her younger brother. This was Ortensiana's sixth year at the reaping. She had been lucky enough already not to get picked for the games. She prayed the night before that this wouldn't be the year it all changed. She prayed for both herself and her brother. Her brother was sixteen, so it was his fifth year here. Their names had both been placed in the drawing numerous times.

    This year was the fiftieth year of the Hunger Games, which meant that it was a year for the second Quarter Quell. For the first, the capitol decided on letting the people of the district vote for the tributes. Ortensiana wasn't alive for this one, but both of her parents where children then. Luckily, neither of them were picked for it, nor had they ever been. You never know with the Capitol, though. They were quite creative when coming up with how to grab the attention of the residents.

    "Ortensiana Stedman." Ortensana said as she reached the table.

    The Peacekeeper positioned the tracker on Ortensiana's forearm, sending it into her immediately without any warning at all. She flinched, surprised about how painful it was this year. Maybe her arm was just tender from all the years of it being inserted. Or maybe they had planned something, and that was the reason it hurt as much as it did. She stepped aside as the next person went up to have their tracker inserted. She glanced over, noticing that he brother was no longer near her. He had already gone to the appropriate side in which was where he was supposed to be.

    Ortensiana positioned herself in the back, trying to stay away from the front. She knew this had no affect on whether she'd get picked or not, but she preferred the back. There were less people there, which meant she could easily avoid people. She was never much of a people person. Her mother and father had always done the trading and talking to others.

    The reaping began as Heisman Delford came onto the stage. He began by showing the typical video that is always shown, following by telling the young children about the Hunger Games.

    "Since this year is the Quarter Quell, there is one twist. This year there will not only be two tributes selected, but four! Two of each gender." he said, making his way toward the bowl that held the names. His voice gave off the impression that he smoked quite a bit. "Now, ladies are first, like always." he said as he reached his hand inside, shuffling the papers slightly. He picked one up, holding it up fro everyone to see.

    "Okay. Our first tribute is..." he paused as he unfolded the paper, "Ortensiana Stedman. My, is that a mouthful." he said.

    Ortensiana froze, feeling the blood rush to her head. Her name had been called. She was frozen with fear. She watched as everyone turned to look at her. How had they all known that it was her?

    She started walking, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. She smoothed her wrinkled dress as much as she could, wanting to at least look decent. This could be her last time seeing everyone in the district. It could be the last time she would ever see her parents and brother. She stepped onto the stage, standing in place blankly. She was still partly in shock that her name had been called. She glanced out at all of the faces. A few already looked relieved that their names hadn't been called. There was still a chance though.

    Ortensiana came across her parents, who were both crying. Her mother more than her father. Her father was gently comforting her mother, soothing her hair down. She glanced toward her brother who had a single tear running down his cheek. He was trying to be brave.
    November 27th, 2014 at 04:58am
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    Artemis knew this was the last year she’d ever have to put her name down for tesserae, and with that in mind, she applied for the maximum amount, this time feeling a little safer than she had the pervious years. Her name was probably in at least sixty times, if not more, but the same was to be said for most of District 10’s children.

    Children. She was hardly a child at 18, but she wasn’t safe just yet. She stood silently, approaching the Peacekeeper with her head down, wanting to get all of this over with. She knew kids would be taken away from their families today. Twelve year olds would be shipped off to die, Her schoolmates could be chosen, her neighbors, anyone. Maybe a lifetime of enduring it had made her a bit callous, but she wasn’t worried. She wasn’t sad, nor was she afraid. She was just tired of it all.

    She hardly flinched when the Peacekeeper injected the tracker. Her arm was calloused from years worth of it, and she was almost certain none of the other districts were required to have them put in (at least, she could never see any red marks on their forearms when it showed them on the television). But District 10 was a bit more stern than she imagined other districts to be.
    She felt almost like cattle being herded as she fell into step behind a few other kids, finding her place in the crowd. She stood where she normally did, beside a few tearful twelve year olds, just a face in the middle of a crowd of kids waiting to be slaughtered. She let her mind wander back to the house- she’d have to help her mother prepare some fresh lamb for the families of the tributes chosen. It was a tradition, everyone in the district flocked to help the families if they could.

    She focused once again when she man started speaking, lifting an eyebrow as he explained the twist for the Quarter Quell. Four tributes would be chosen? Her chest swelled momentarily, anxiety building, before she pushed the thought away. Thousands of kids were waiting to be chosen, the odds were ever in her favor. The first name was called out, and she lifted an eyebrow, following everyone’s gazes as they landed on the poor soul. Her face was red, and she looked terrified. The odds weren’t in her favor.

    Artemis watched the girl walk up to the stand, and her mind began to wander again, until he stepped up to pull a name out of the bowl once more. Heisman took his time, before his fingers finally pulled out a slip of paper. He looked out at the crowd as he called out, “Artemis Boutcher!”
    It didn’t register with her for a moment that he was saying her name. Her heart suddenly felt heavy within her chest, and she could practically hear the blood making its way through her veins through the silence. Then, behind her, she heard the soft whisperings of a young girl.

    “Thank goodness.”

    Artemis felt a jab to her ribcage, and it all came rushing at her at a speed she couldn’t handle. She was chosen. She was a tribute. She would die. She was going to die. Her feet moved on their own, carrying her up towards the stage. She forced herself to keep a straight face, wanting to look as careless as possible. She wouldn’t panic. She would stay calm. She wouldn’t let them see. She kept her gaze straight ahead until she was up on the stage, hardly bothering to look in the direction where her parents would be waiting. If she did, she’d lose it.

    As she stepped beside the other female tribute, she tried to catch her eyes momentarily, but it was so brief she wasn’t sure the other girl would notice. She didn’t recognize her, but she looked a little younger than herself, so it wasn’t too surprising. This girl could kill her. She may have to kill this girl.

    Odds were, they would both die.
    November 27th, 2014 at 05:37am