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This is where you post your tributes reactions to them being reaped. If you do not post on here by Friday, your tribute (s)’s sponsoring score will be decreased by 2o%. (sponsor scores will be posted later on after interviews, etc.)

Raegan King: District 1

The female tribute of District 1 is….. Raegan King
The escort of District 1 called out her name. Raegan smiled, finally, she had gotten in the Hunger Games! She walked up to the stage proudly, head high and all. Raegan looked over at her family who were cheering and smiling at her. Lets do this..


Emory Woolverton
Emory slowly walked over to the line of 15 year olds. He looked down at his clothes, a baby blue shirt with black pants, once his fathers. He wore a golden chain necklace with an axe charm for good luck, also once his fathers. The escort with way too much makeup walked up to the small wooden stage.
"Welcome everyone! I will be doing your reaping." She walked over to a large glass bowl and stuck her hand in, she brought out a small piece of paper and read it. A small girl to the left of him walked up to the stage, pale and frightened.

The escort walked over to the other glass bowl, on the opposite side of the stage. This bowl was full of boys of District 7, ages 12-18. About 10 were Emory's, since he signed up for tessera. She carefully pulled out a piece of paper. The escort walked over to the microphone and read, "Emory Woolverton."









Children turned around and stared at Emory.
"Is there an Emory here?" The escort asked.
A small girl pointed to him and Peacekeepers dragged him up to the stage. His two best friends, Helena and Russ, had competed and died last Hunger Games, and now him? He looked over to the 15 year old section again, his girlfriend, Arlene, was crying and screaming at him. "Arlene!" He yelled. Emory jumped off the stage and began to fight his way to Arlene, but Peacekeepers took him away. The odds are never in my favor He thought.

District 3
Isabelle stood in the crowd with her shoulders down. The girls her age were holding there friends hand praying they wouldn't get picked. Isabelle stood alone.
"Isabelle Tinder." Isabelle went as stiff as a board. She looked in shock around her. Some of the girl gave her sympathetic looks others were crying in joy they weren't picked. She waited a second to see if any one would call out to save her. No one did. She put on a brave look and walked to the stage. She was internally crying.

District 11
Kane stood looking at his little brother. He already knew what was coming and he was prepared. The boys his age glanced at him whispering. Kane heard the word sister and stood up straighter.
"Oliver Stark." Kane pushed through the crowd down the line past his brother who was completely still in shock. He hoped onto the stage. The peacekeepers moved forward warily. The escort looked at Kane.
"I volunteer!" Kane's voice echoes across the quiet crowd. He hears his mom bursting into tears. Two children left, a voice in Kane's head says. Oliver starts to bawl. He's scared. Kane stands tall and brave for him. He hopes he look like a strong person that could take down an army

The male tribute for District 13 was announced on the loud speakers. He stood still as his name was called and he was forced to step forward. Jake Bensen was as scared as hell but he had to go up. He was the male tribute for 13.



She froze unable to move or even breathe. She felt light headed and suddenly the world started spinning around her. The last thing she could remember was a pair of strong peace keepers catching her fall. When Vikki Howell woke up, reality hit her hard she was on the train to the Capital, the train for the tributes of District 13!

District 9:

Peter glanced around nervously. Everyone was tight faced and, well, scared. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. There was no way he could be reaped. Then, suddenly, a name was blared over the loud speakers. "Peter Cox." It called. His face turned horribly pale. What little breakfast he had eaten was sure to show up again. Peace keepers came and led him up on stage. The crowd was watching him, but he was not watching the crowd. He was still trying to decide if this was a dream, or a nightmare.

District 10:

Luna's blonde hair swished in the nice, gentle breeze. Her soft colored pink dress was tossed about slightly. She snuck a peak over at her lifelong best friend, Kate Teoxon. Luna tried to give her friend a confidant smile, but her face was unable to move. Fear had overcome her. Instead, Kate gave Luna a small smile, and they turned their attention to the big screen. Then, a sound called out, "Kate Teoxon." No. This could not be happening. Luna Lovegood would not allow her friend to fight to her death. "I volunteer!" Luna shouted. "I volunteer as tribute." Kate shook her head as if to say no. But the damage was done. Luna was escorted up onto the stage, then onto the train that would take her to her death.

District 6:

Fern stood alone in the crowd, all the other girls not wanting to touch the orphan that was even grimier than the rest. She had no nice clothing to where, and probably wouldn't have worn them if she did. No way was she going to play this sick game. Finally, the classic video ended and attention returned to the scarily dressed woman on the stage. "Lady's first!" she called and dragged her hand through the bowl as Fern rolled her eyes. A name was called at long last and a spike of fear shot through her, "Fern Grove!" No emotion showed on her face as she was escorted to the stage, nor as she shook her district partners hand. The audience was silent and no family came to see her off. Fern departed for the train alone. Just like always. Fern Grove. Alone.

District 6 (Brian Castaway)
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There's always that one person, whose odds are never in their favor. Whose entire family was lost to the games. Who is never safe. That's me. As I walked to the stage when they called my name, I knew this was my destiny. The escort shook my hand, and I walked up next to the girl who shared a similar fate to mine.



James Madison (D5)
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The reaping are always a joy for me. You see poor innocent faces, being scared, about to fight to the death. They always pick the poor ones. I knew I would never get picked. I only put my name in a few times, compared to the others who put their name in multiple. The escort called the female. "Now for the males' she said, she pulled out the slip, "James Madison". All eyes looked at me. It couldn't be possible, I stared straight ahead as I walked up. I was the scared, the innocent one, about to fight to his death.

I blinked in disbelief as the two names were read out on stage. The first was 'Ayra' and the second was 'Blackthorne'. It took me a few seconds to process that. It was me. I was going into the arena. And it was unlikely I would ever come out again. Around me I heard a smattering of applause, I think it is more of sympathy than congratulations.

Flax
Finally, the day is here. I have been waiting so long for this years reaping. I am ready and raring to go! I must have put my name in there about a hundred times, and sure enough, there it is - I am about to become the most famous boy in all of district 8. I can finally get my revenge...

District 4:
Crystal walked to her spot among the crowd. She tuned everything out until it came to the reaping part. She stood straighter and waited. The escort put her hand into the big bowl of names. Crystal wanted to run away. She hated The Hunger Games. She didn't like to watch innocent lives die. Then Crystal heard her name and she was pulled from her thoughts. When she looked around she saw everyone was staring at her.
Then the thought hit her. She just got reaped to be in the Hunger Games. Crystal clenched her fists and took a step. Then she walked up to the stage. Crystal made her expression show she was brave, and ready. However inside she was breaking down.
She can do this. She has to do this. Crystal thought. She will win it.

Brett Ezell: District 2 - Masonry
Brett stood tall and proud within the mass of eighteen year old boys. As Katric Chromes marched up to the stage and took her place, the escort reached her hand into the crystal ball, and pull out a piece of paper. Before she could announce the name on the piece of parchment, Brett charged forward, clearly shouting the infamous words of the past Career tributes of the Hunger Games. "I volunteer as tribute!" Brett strode up to the stage with a fierce determination in his eyes. "What's your name, young man?" the escort asked. "Brett. Brett Ezell," he answered. Finally the escort turned back towards the assembly of people and announced the tributes to the cameras. "This is it. I can do this," Brett thought as he stared into the crowd of individuals. "HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!" the escort boomed.

District 4:
Clarissa walks silently into the crowd. She glares at the escort when she comes to the stage. Clarissa thought on how he could show the Capitol up. She made plans through her head. She looked back at the trees.
"As always ladies first." Clarissa hears. She turns around to listen.
"And the female tribute for district 7 is Clarissa Woods!" Clarissa heads shoots up when she hears that. She couldn't believe she was chosen. Clarissa smiles wickedly then. Now was her chance to show the Capitol how she feels.
Clarissa walks smoothly up to the stand. She looks out at the horizon. She will come back her again. However when she comes back she'll be a victor.

District 1:

Orion rigidly stood in the seventeen group at the Reaping. He knew most people would try to volunteer next year, but he was going to do it this year. He was strong enough. And he had to prove that he was better than his sister, that he could make them proud too.

"The male tribute for District 1 is.." he heard, but it was some name he didn't recognize.

"I volunteer!" he yelled quickly, before anyone could do it first. He walked up onto stage and told the lady his name.

"A volunteer! Please give a hand for Orion Blake!" she yelled. Cheers were heard, and he smiled. Time to win this. "And a hand for both tributes of the 96th Hunger Games!"

District 5

Liddell shifted uncomfortably. She didn't want to have to kill anyone, but she guessed she would if she had to survive. She was only fifteen. She zoned out, not realizing her name was called. Someone whispered to her and she jolted out of her daze, walking slowly up to the stage. Her eyes darted nervously to try and find her parents, but there were just too many people. She sighed and clenched her fists, stopping herself from shaking. She could do this.