84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[khaleesi,]

{So was I accepted and can start?}

[darĸнowl]

(Reply to Dark. Long, District 2 boy is taken. To see free Districts, look at the Stats page)

((ok thanks!))

[k i n g]

"They're after dinner. I will warn you, mention nothing of Grant. She gets... er, moody about that particular subject," Hershi shrugs, wondering if Grace knew their mentor had bern hijacked the year previously. The girl talked so quietly, it was a wonder he heard her. "Nice to meet you, Grace. Yeah, I'm Hershi." He nods, takimg a bite of ham. Then he half-choked at her next sentence, swallowing as his face turned bright pink. "T-Thanks..."

[belle reve]

~Grace~

Grace nodded, staying silent for a moment. Then, she asked, "Why?" After all, what else could you expect from a curious twelve-year-old? The girl folded her hands neatly in her lap, listening to Hershi's comment. "You seemed scary at first, but now you seem nicer." Also, did anyone mention she was very frank? The girl wouldn't hide what she was thinking if she was talking. Grace smiled a bit at seeing him blush. "You face is a different color. And you're welcome."

[k i n g]

"It's complicated. In love with a guy from another District, Tallik hating Grant's guts, them unable to see each other as often. It's been 6 months since she saw him last, and she gets more reserved when he's not around," Hershi nods, answering her first question, then added, "Don't tell Josslyn I told you about that." His face was still a faint pink, but he flashed a smile at Grace's second comment. "Just because Joss and Tallik are scary doesn't mean I am too. I'm probably the nicest in the famoly." Then, her last comment made his blush flare up again. "I know..." he mumbles.

[belle reve]

~Grace~

Grace was silent, taking in every word Hershi said. "Interesting. But, is it bad to be in love with another District? An-" She stopped. Quit asking Hershi so many questions, Grace! She smiled at his second comment, drawing a finger to her lips. "Don't worry, I can keep a secret." She winked. The tribute listed intently on Hershi's statements. "There's another scary one? Oh, boy. And you do seem nice. Be my friend?" She asked plainly. Honestly, Hershi did seem like an okay friend for the girl. I'm just glad the scary boy isn't here! Grace laughed a bit as Hershi blushed again. "Pink! my favorite color!"

[lycr]

Mimosa Tanager
|District 10|Female|Age 18

There’s just so much to do today, she could already tell that it was going to be a long one.

The mandatory Reapings, well, they take place today, which would successfully chop out another two or three hours of planning and presentation...tomorrow would be the big day, she can’t believe that after two years of waiting, the day would finally come...but along with that, there was a lot of work to be done. She’s got the makeup and hair done, and although she was never the ‘makeup’ type of person, tomorrow was the day she would never forget, and she wants it to be the best day ever. Grandma’s going to bring cake, too, just as she bought cake to mom and dad’s wedding party. Cake...it’s like a sweet, bread-like substance that’s sort of like bread and jam and white puffy creamy icing on the top, and no District 10 person got to eat regularly, only the Capitol could have that supply. It’s going to be in the traditional District 10 style, complete with the party steak and the...well, everything else, really. Dancing and food and cheerful music.

But none of that, she still had time. It was almost the Reapings, and just as well. She was already dressed up for it, nonetheless. Preparing for the Reapings actually put off a lot of stress she was feeling in the past few months, trying to balance the stress of publishing a book, taking care of a whole barnyard of animals, and getting ready for the biggest event of her life. And this was actually kind of a practice-she’s never, ever, had a makeup session willingly before, seeing how much of a tomboy she was, but her mother’s lent her some of her old makeup and jewellery, just for the big day. Brushing her lower lip up with some gloss, Mimosa frowned. Makeup and Mimosa never got together well. At all.
Sighing in the stress of it all, Mimosa snapped the makeup mirror shut, closing her eyes. No, scratch that. Scratch that all. She wasn’t going to get ready with all that.

Then, almost on cue, the birdsong begins, drifting in from the open window that make Mimosa feel almost instantly better. Birdsong's almost always given her hope on occasions like these.

It’s going to be a great day.

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“So, after all this, we’re all going to go home, right?”

Mimosa nervously rubbed her palms together, feeling slightly unnerved by the sheer number of people all crowded together. It wasn’t claustrophobia, but rather the feeling that this place...it was just so messy and in disorder...Mimosa’s always hated the reapings, and her sunny resolve crumbled with her as she leaned against Paisley. He wasn’t as broad as the stereotypical District 10 male, but his smile could light anyone’s heart.

“Just think about it, sweetheart.” He replied calmly, a small smile playing on his tanned face. “This is your very last Reapings, and then you won’t have to ever participate in this ridiculous game ever. Remember our promise? Now, get over there and shine.” Leaning forwards to give her cheek a peck, she smiled as they embraced.

Now, being away from Paisley and subject to the mercy of this ridiculous Reapings...it was all just stressful, and Mimosa could feel her fingers churning together as the official things began.

She didn’t even bother listening to anything that came out of the Escort’s mouth as she instead thought of the wedding, the big event at hand, first thing tomorrow. Mimosa could hear a neighbouring girl mutter curses under her breath at the escort, and to be frank, Mimosa felt the same way, just watching the escort flounce her way to the Reapings Ball made Mimosa feel sick to her stomach. She clutched it, teetering back and forth on her heels to try and alleviate the symptoms at hand, watching as the escort’s fingers clutched the slip that was guaranteed to break apart one family...

“Mimosa Tanager!”

...
Excuse me?

The girls around her react before she does. There are several loud gasps and whispers and hurried points as Mimosa, still in a stunned state of confusion, stared up at the stage dumbly.

...wait. Wait, really?

Finally willing her legs to continue functioning, Mimosa staggered to the stage, heart pounding in her ears. She couldn’t see Paisley, or her parents, in this big of a District 10 crowd. Wait. I’m really going to be a tribute?

I’m going to be a Tribute in the Hunger Games? Wait, does that mean I’m going to go through with the parade and the training and the interviews and the-

All too suddenly, the most obvious part of the Games she had inexplicably forgotten came dawning onto her.

I’m going to have to kill people.

...holy cattle. The second realization suddenly takes place in a much more childish and mocking tone.

I’m going to miss my wedding!

[k i n g]

"Probably. Josslyn barely talks to the guys in our District; yet most of them were her friends. It's especially bad at night. She has nightmares once or twice a week or two that are terrible. We all wake up to her screaming and find her shaking like it was fifty degrees below zero. She doesn't even talk to us as much, yet refuses to go into the woods alone. It's weird," Hershi shrugs. "Tallik is the scary one, but he moved out a month ago with his new wife. He hates Grant for no apparent reason. And sure, I'll be your friend. Stay one too, if we make it out alive." He nods, then hides his face as he flushed from embarrassment.

[belle reve]

~Grace~

"That's weird... She might be sick?" Grace guessed. Honestly, after listening to Hershi's explanation, that was all the girl could formulate to say. "Or a scary creature was in the woods. Maybe a muttation." The girl shrugged, red hair falling back into place as her shoulders descended. She looked up again as he mentioned the new scary boy once more. "Well, that might be good for you all, not to be scared of Tallik the whole time anymore. Wait... who's Grant, anyways? I've heard you mention him a few times now. Is that your dad or friend?" The girl let out a little clap as Hershi said he'd be her friend. "Yay! And let's make it out alive, so we can stay friends!"

[k i n g]

"You obviously don't watch the Games. Grant is the District 4 boy Josslyn is in love with. Grant Odair, son of Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. I don't see why Tallik hatrs him. Don't get me wrong, Tallik is a good guy and awesome brother, but whenever he looks at Grant his eyes are full of hate," Hershi frowns, sitting back in his chair.