47th Maze Running Reaping {D8}

[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. "Charlene Rossins!" I waste no time watching her walk from her place in the crowd. I soon select the slip of my second contender, "Raiden Lloyd!" 

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

[socks]

Raiden Lloyd

Mother and father make my favorite breakfast - I can smell it from my room, and I can't wait to sit at the table and taste it. My parents have given me many toys, a stuffed bear that I always keep with me, a small, wooden turtle, and a duck that my mother weaved herself. I love it, and I love them. It's nice having parents that care for me every second of every single day.

"We'll have a nice meal once the selection is over" Mother says, and father nods in agreement. It's my favourite time of year. Mum and dad always provide the best meals. It means the world to me, an I look forward to it this evening.

After breakfast, I put on my selection best. A nice button down shirt my father owned when he was young, and a nice pair of slacks. They aren't much, but I know they will make do. It's only temporary anyway.

And then we head out the door.

The rest is a blur until I'm standing in place wondering when it'll end.

Only it doesn't end. It goes on and on and on and - "Raiden Lloyd!"

My heart sinks to my feet, my hands shake at my side, my eyes grow wide, and all I can do it stand in place. The colour leaves my face, and I feel like it's a horrible thing that has happened. No honour in fighting for my life in a terrible maze. I have no brother or sister to take my place.

I just want a nice meal for dinner when I return home, but now it even seems as though it's impossible. I realise I won't make it out alive, and this is the last time I'll ever see my family. Mum and dad will probably cry, but nothing will change.

I've been selected, and now I must die.

{accepting spot of d8m with Raiden}

[Marree]

"Magical scarves are on sale. This one here wil give you the power to overcome your wives nagging by simply wrapping it around her neck. How long you want to be free is up to you. These shoes here - have hidden pockets for your valuables so they don't get stolen as you walk down the street. Guys! Is your ladies in need of an update? These beauty bars are half off. If you are ill-sighted, at least she smells good. All sales are final!" The salespitch came out, peircing the morning crowd before the reaping. Her pitches had pulled in not a single interest, yet she never falterd from doing her best. Her morning meal depended on it and so did her little brother's. He was only twelve, but as their father had been taken away by the guards, their mother was no longer capable of dealing with her children.

Instead, she chose to deal with other things, dabbling with drugs that kept her completely out of it while she drooled on the couch half the time. Every once in a while, she'd get someone's money, and somehow swindle them out of more by mistaking their cash or trinkets for something else. A quick slide of hand had given her much more profit then if she'd been the innocent she claimed to be.

"I'll take one. It'll look good on my girlfriend." The voice rounded from behind her as a pair of hands encased her. Lips touching her neck as a giggle escaped her lips and she turned to meet with Beau. She shook her head and then her lips met with his.

"Hey. How are you, my love?" She asked and felt his arms wrap around her torso pulling her close to him. Another giggle escaped from her, pouring out with no reguard to the many civilians that were around to endure the pda of the couple. "No one is buying anything today."

"Maybe you should try a different approach? You think? Maybe, you should try a different catch phrase or at least not one that allows the guards to think that you are selling items that could kill one another." He teased her, letting his fingers dabble with the top of her pants, hooking his fingers into the belt loops. "We should head home. See if your mother is still out..."

"Later. We have to go to the reaping still. Same thing as always. But, after the reaping... I say we go into the woods... get a little high or something... mingle -" A shadow overtook them and their attention drew elsewhere.

"Get to the reaping, youngsters. Quit fooling around." The peacekeeper bellowed and sent them off.

"Fuck... O'well. I'll see you later. I need to pack up. I love you." Charlene took his lips once more for her own before taking off.

At the reaping, she stood with everyone else. Her eyes always peering off into the distance to make eye contact with her boyfriend, stripping him with her eyes.

"Charlene Rossins."

"NO! I wont. Why me? WHY? I have a little brother. I have a boyfriend. I'm... No! don't touch me! DONT-!" Hands rip away at her, holding onto her arms and shoulders as she's pulled tothe stage and even as she waits for her district partner, she's unable to be freed. Instead, she's writhing until they make their leave. All the while, the struggle continues.

"BEAU... BEAU... BEAU... WAIT FOR ME."

Charlene accepts her position as d8f runner