47th Maze Running Reaping {D5}

[Arrow]

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. "Hera Leopold!" I waste no time watching her walk from her place in the crowd. I soon select the slip of my second contender, "Kendrick Amoria!" 

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[cameo]

Kendrick Amoria 

“NO!” Shouts from the sleeping child, who’s suddenly fidgeting within his deep slumber. “NO!” His pleads become more desperate, crying for his desires. “NO!” He awakes in a frenzy, dangerous coughs inflating his lungs. Tears comb across his cheek rapidly, half from the wheezing and the other from the terror he’s awaken from. And to increase this unfortunate event, an older Sister is no longer there to comfort him from such traumas - now she’s adding to them, though she’d never wish of that. Hands shield his face, as if hiding from invisible viewers, and his palms begin to soak with the salty liquids pouring from his eyes. Everything has solely gotten worse since her absence. 

To return to slumber would be preferred, to attempt at another escape from the sorrows. But today that’s unacceptable. There’s no school to be missed, but the occasion creeping towards them is mandatory. He forces himself to breach from the unwelcoming comfort of his bed, and prepare himself for yet another nightmare. Decently formal clothing dresses his scrawny disposition, with no pleasant expression to match. 

Within every pathetic step towards the Town Square, there’s a craving to sob. She’s no longer their to clasp his hand, and assure him that it all will be okay. Everything reminds him of her, and wallows sadness deeper in his core. They say that time heals all wounds. Though with every tick that sounds the clock, he purely seems to be sinking worse - both mentally and health wise. 

Panic calls to dwindle his heart as he ventures into the crowd of other boys his age. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” He repeats to himself, as his Sister used to. But still his pulse patters in a hasty rhythm that seems to ill him. It feels as though at any minute he may keel into a dark abyss; and he nearly does when the names sing all the way to the horizon. 

Disbelieve widens his eyes as his own name rings from the speakers, and all others’ visions turn towards him. He’s frozen in fear, unsure of what to do - pleading that another shall take his place. But no one did for his Sister… and sure enough the Peacekeepers travel towards him, to shove him in the direction where he’s been called to. Rattling legs somehow manage to carry him across the concrete, and up the couple of steps to the stage. But as he gazes across the crowd, everything grows black - and his body physical crumbles towards the floor. 

{Kendrick accepts Position}

[Marree]

"Hera Leopold!"

Her name rang out among the crowds. Whispered voices overcome the cliche as they began to look at her. She smiles. Her vicious smile paraded for all to see as she raised her hand. "I"m here!" She brought more attention to herself as she quaintly took her leave from the line. Her steps were soft, heavenly like as she waltzed up to the stage. At first she gave a slight wave before she then curtsied. "Pleased to make your aquaintence. I'm sure you won't be forgetting me."

Hera turned and walked through the doors, neverminding her district partner who was called just after her.

HEra accepts her position as the D5F Runner