47th Maze Running Reaping {D3}

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The 47th Maze Running Reaping

    The day was just dawning when our train finally filed into the station. Upon departure we are ushered into cars and watch as an entire District awakens to the most important day of the year. Some are shedding tears while others are rushing through the streets with excitement staining their skin. A smile spurs across my face as I follow the figures with my eyes, I love this job. A scream, a shout, footsteps running away or towards the sight of our caravan. The Capitol was here to select the next shining star of Panem, Ceasar was undoubtedly preparing to start the show in his studios. Today is going to be a glorious day. 

    Midday soon shines over the skin of hundreds of children glancing at me to discover their destiny. I smile in the light of the sun, "Welcome, Welcome to the annual Reaping. Today we will select two brave souls to travel to the heart of our nation and compete for a chance at unlimited riches and glory. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Silence stirs me to my place by the first bowl, would there be any volunteers today? Time to find out who will be my Runners. 

    "Ladies first," My fingers fall and furl around a single slip of paper before pulling it from its place. I pause for a moment of adrenaline induced anticipation and read the first name allowed with a sweet smile. "Wilma Monroe!" I waste no time watching her walk from her place in the crowd. I soon select the slip of my second contender, "Wentworth Monroe!" 

Please reply to this thread with a single post accepting or denying your position in the Maze

[EMS]

Wilma Monroe

Something about today terrifies me especially when all the electronics in the world doesn't mean anything. It's the selection day. The day we're all taken away from our homes and placed in such a terrifying maze. Part of me wants to know what they're up to while the other part just doesn't care. As long as me and my twin are safe, we're good. It scares me knowing it can happen. Knowing that at any possible second we could be separated from the rest of the world. What's the point then?

I whisper good bye as I take my place with the other females, and I'm standing there hoping and praying that today isn't the day I'm sent to die. Mom and dad swear we're safe, and they want to keep us safe, and I believe that them.

But I don't believe the Capitol at all.

They want to harm us, to hurt us, to ruin everything we've ever worked for.

And then it starts, and I'm standing there as every bit of color leaves my face. It's the same thing every single year - I don't need to listen anymore. Closing my eyes I think about everything I'm going to do when I get home from the -

"Wilma Monroe!"

What?

Impossible.

People are looking and stepping out of my way, and I'm just standing here at a complete loss of words. I can hear my brother screaming in the background, mother and father as gasping for air, and soon I'm alone standing in front of the crowd of people. It doesn't matter to me, and yet I'm going to die.

But my blood boils when I hear his name.

The Capitol will pay for this.

The Capitol will pay.

{Wilma accepts}

[EMS]

Wentworth Monroe

Saying goodbye to my sister before separating our own ways is hard. I've been by her side for longer than anyone can imagine, and yet I feel so far away. She's my rock, my everything. While I'm weak, she's strong. She keeps me smiling when I feel like giving in. I've failed so many times in life, and right now I'm scared, terrified.

Especially when I hear her name.

My heart drops, and I can feel the tears threatening to fall down my face at any given second. I can't lose her. I can't live without her. Part of me already feels like I've died, but before anything can happen, she's staring at me, and I hear my own name.

Nothing makes sense anymore. This is impossible. The odds are so slim, and yet the unthinkable has happened. I can't fight her. I can't live without her, and I don't want to die, but I don't want to die either. I hang my head, and with every step I take, the world seems to fade away. I'll die to save her because she deserves to live more than me.

Wilma will have a life because I don't deserve it. I have to save her to make sure she makes it out of this alive.

{Wentworth accepts}