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Nov 08, 2014 07:16PM
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Cristina Cristina Derihim walked across the stage, her high heels clanking loudly on the ground. When she reached the microphone, she tapped it lightly with her ivory finger to check if it was working. Smiling with her perfect, white Capitol teeth, she addressed to the silent crowd: "Welcome!" she began, her high-pitched voice ringing through the citizens of District 1. "To the reaping of the 40th annual Hunger Games!" She clapped her hands together and laughed excitedly. "I know you all are so very excited this year, am I right?" The crowd cheered in response, which was typical of them. District 1 was always in favor of winning the Hunger Games because of their Careers. In fact, district 1 loved the Hunger Games. "Anyway, let's get on with the reaping, shall we?" she cackled again, "Ladies first!" Cristina carefully walked to the girls' bowl, careful not to trip in her atrociously high high heel. She carefully placed her heavily decorate hand into the bowl and picked a single slip of paper. "Rosalia Tompkins!"
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Rosalia
Rosalia felt her breath hitch in her throat as the words she never wanted to hear echoed through the stages: Her name. She felt her hands shaking and she pressed them against her thighs to prevent them from quaking too much. She wouldn't let them see how she felt. She wouldn't give in to the Capitol's evil intentions. She felt tears stinging her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Taking a deep breath, she began walking towards the stage and mounted the stairs. She took her place next to Cristina, but said nothing as she stared out at the crowds' blank faces.
Tatum As for, Tatum he merely glance from right to left of him to hope and prey it wouldn't be him. He was hoping it was none of his friends either. Just the thought of losing his friend, Xavier or even, Oliver scared the crap out of him. He remembered when both of his parents told him about how they won the Games before. But this time he had no intention of wanting to be a part of it. Losing the loved ones he trusted most to be killed? In his mind all he kept thinking was, Please let it not be me. Please let it not be me... continuos after continuous thought. His thought process he felt was nearly going to kill him he thought.
Cristina Cristina giggled into the microphone. "We have a lovely contestant this year, don't we?" she asked in a shrill voice before breaking off into giggles again. Rosalia was obviously embarrassed by this, but she showed no sign and kept quiet and solemn as she waited for Cristina to call the next tribute. "Gentlemen next!" she called, walking over to the bowl with the boys' names on it. "Tatum Black, come on up!" Her eyes searched the crowds and tried to find the boy who would come up and take the stage with her. "Don't be shy!" she mused, giggling once more. "It's an honor to be reaped for the Hunger Games!"
