47th Maze Running Reaping {D10}

[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. "Amie Cross!" I waste no time watching her walk from her place in the crowd. I soon select the slip of my second contender, "Marrick Cystalis!" 

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

[Arrow]

Marrick Cystalis

    Just spare a single smile, that's what my mom used to tell me. Things were bad back when I was a kid, beaten and bruised I would come home to my Mama crying. She'd hug me and she'd tell me the same thing she always told me, just spare a single smile. I never understood what good that could do for me. Every time they'd beat me or bruise me I couldn't understand what smiling could do to help me. I'd cry while being kicked and screamed while being slapped. I never smiled, even away from the beatings I couldn't bare the weight of knowing I could let my teeth shine in a world where only pain persists. Then Mama got sick.

    I spent months by her side away from school and deep in the depths of sadness. Pop told me she'd get better, I believed she'd get better... She didn't. In the mere moments before she died she said it again, only differently. "Just spare a single smile, so I can finally see my baby boy's beautiful smile." And I did, I smiled while my heart shattered because I deprived my Mama of the one thing she always wanted, to see her son happy. She died while I smiled and after her heart stopped I refused to stop smiling, even now I won't stop, I can't stop... I will always make my Mama happy. 

    People get mad at me for smiling on a day like today, Reaping Day. They sneer and ask why I smile on such a horrible day and I never answer them. They don't need to know why, they didn't know her, they only beat her boy and kept her from her happiness. I blame them, but I smile through it. I even smile through what happens when my name leaps from the lips of the Escort. I keep smiling, but this time its for real. I'm meeting my Mama again soon, I'm gonna let her see me smile again.

Marrick accepts his spot

[Marree]

Girlfriends are a bitch to deal with. Her fingers entangled in my hair that previous night, willing me to hide and escape the reaping, but I didn't heed her warnings. I knew that I wouldn't be picked. I knew that since she was already passed the reaping age by a year, that I was going to be safe. We were in love. We had our lives already planned out. She had hinted that when the reaping was over, she was going to get me something special to hold myself for her the moment after my eighteenth birthday and my last reaping was over.



She is my gaurdian angel.



My heart.



My everything.



Her whispers still echo in my ears and I can still feel her fingers teasing my skin, running across my arm slowly up and down while she told stories of places that she wanted to go see and do. Things that she and I were meant to do. That we could look forward to one day. The mention of a child soon after my last reaping would be put into plans.



As I fell into a slumber last night, I remember her holding me tight. My back against her stomach. Her arms encircled me and her nose nuzzled my neck. She was my protector.



And now, it all seems like hell has taken over and I never woke up from that peaceful dream and instead have been thrust into a hellish nightmare. Her screams are louder than anyone else. And I can hear her fighting with someone. I can hear the guards demand that she get back. Then...



-BOOM-



A crack of thunder emerges from the crowds and screams escape those around me. "CHAR... CHARLIE.... DON'T. NO. PLEASE DON'T HURT HER." I scream, and feel the everlasting tug of my arms. I'm begging them to let me go to her. They don't care. I'm begging for mercy.



They give me none.



"Please! Please... she's my girlfriend. She's my life.. she's my..."



"-Is she dead?-"

-Lucy Yolei has reluctantly taken her spot as D10F-