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Female: Hope Vicuna
Female: Ajax Emerson
Female: Mew Windlass
Female: Maco Jerzy
Male: Cario Paradox
Male: Zorin Calpe
Female: Lyra Pluto
Female: Harmonia Ava Neptunus
Hope Vicuna (2), Zorin Calpe (7)
The arena is circular, with various climates, extreme in the middle. In the middle of the extreme terrain is the Cornucopia. The centre is a extremely hot desert, it getting cooler as it moves out, ticking through rainforest, urban, mountainous, a small relief of flat land and then polar. A trouble is triggered by stepping on a mine of sorts, most intense at the centre and least intense at the very edges, although some are permanent. The mines change positions each night.
Hope's POV - D2
Light streaks through my window and I sit bolt upright in my bed, as if some instinct had kicked in. Of course it had; today was the day of the reaping, and I was just waiting for my name to be drawn, or to volunteer. For some the games are dreaded, or at least...in the poorer districts. I am not from a poorer district, almost every parent would be proud if their child was a tribute. Thus the sight of mourning, unlike in say, District Twelve, is a rarity.
Getting changed into a flowing, glittery turquoise blue dress took merely a few seconds. My emerald green eyes flicked to it every so often, feasting on its beauty; my mother, being one of those rich people, had chosen it especially for today, just in case I was drawn- even if I wasn't I had already resolved to volunteer, her time was not at all wasted.
Grasping my hairbrush, I quickly made something out of the currently shapeless mess that was my hair. I wasn't preturbed by this, it always looked this way after I had gotten out of bed because I was a restless sleeper. Most likely, I took too long on it, because by the time I had finished with it it looked as good as if a stylist from the Capitol had done it.
After slipping my feet into a pair of tall heels, I walked into the hallway. It was almost two already, and I wondered how the hell I had managed to sleep this long. It shouldn't have been a surprise, it was the same every year. I ate some breakfast hurriedly, my bowl clattering onto the side when I heard the voices outside, racing to be part of the conversation.
The person who reaped us - I could never remember her name, was clawing around for a ball of paper. It didn't matter what it said, I was going in there.
"Yvonne Atalu!" she called. No sooner had she finished introducing her I walked forward.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I called. The woman ushered me forward.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Hope Vicuna-" I went to continue, but she hurried on, and I felt rather irritated. She had interrupted me!
"Well, bravo for Hope Vicuna, our newest tribute!" she shouted, and as I was moved from the stage I heard raucous applause for me.
Zorin's POV - D7
"Zorin!" I hear my mother's voice echoing in my head, but I cannot open my eyes for they are like lead. Could it be fear? No sooner had this occurred to me I pushed it immediately to the back of my mind. It wouldn't be fear, ever. I'm too happy-go-lucky for that.
After what seems like an age whatever it was that held my eyes closed relinquished its grip, and the watery blue eyes I possess blink open. I smile, not confidently, no, just because it was either that or be terrified.
My mother is glaring reproachfully at me from the doorway, suddenly looking at the clock. I wonder what she is implying, it is only ten o clock after all, and it wasn't unusual for me to sleep past that.
A little voice whispers in my head, reminding me it's reaping day. Reluctantly, I rise from the bed, shooting a glance at my mother. That is enough for her to know I am awake and disappear.
I try to comb my hair into an acceptable shape, but to no avail; as defiant as ever to stay a mess. Eventually I managed to comb it back, just barely, a few bits sticking up that nobody would ever notice. After all, I'd given it 100%, hadn't I?
I stepped in the tuxedo my father wore to his first reaping, even though I hated him. I had been granted one more night, before the games, because my mother wanted to see me, thinking I would be turned into an Avox.
I ate the best breakfast I had eaten in a while, even though it was meagre on most people's terms, and had a long emotional talk with my mother, before we walked to the reaping.
Strangely enough it was men first - the poor boy reaped was only twelve. It came to me then, the only way to avoid becoming an Avox. I had taken a life, now I could save one. The Peacekeepers and I would be square then.
My throat was dry. "I volunteer!" I yell hoarsely, waving an arm in the air. No escort to the stage, no applause, just silent solemnity.
I had saved a life.