by Cybele » Sat Jun 16, 2018 11:47 am
{{I thought it would be smart to write our own intros into the games and do our own nomination short stories just for fun, so you can read all this if you want or write a short summary, but I thought it'd be a good background creator and the first "meet up" would be the chariots. So this post from me is gigantic and the next will probably be half the size, if not shorter. I usually don't write this much lawl :]. }}
|Zea Briony|Female|District 11|
>>It was the day of the reaping and District 11 was honestly very mellow compared to the other districts. The community in 11 always had your back, and it was a physical wound for every single member whenever they had to send a child they knew off to be killed. As of yet, 11 had no survivors of the Games, and it looked like there never would be a time for them to have a victor. Even then the winnings would be bitter-sweet, as all 11 children were like family. Zea herself was feeling the pent up anger from the community as she walked barefoot into the garden near her temporary home. Since she was about to become of age, Z was about to be transferred into a new home with three other abandons to live with so she could "focus solely on her work" as the Capitol put it. More like to take away our humanity from us. Zea thought. "Miss Z, Miss Z!" she heard a voice call. "What is it Lillith?" Zea replied. "Miss Z, you need to wear yellow like me so we can match!" the young girl said brightly. Zea smiled and picked the young girl up, swinging her around as Lillith giggled with joy. "Why of course I'll wear yellow!" Zea replied.
Zea put the girl down. "Now Lillith, I need to get ready, I'll see you in a little bit." she said. Lillith nodded her head "Alright Miss Z." she said, running away quickly after. Zea sighed as she headed into the communal showers, bathing and brushing her hair out so she could show her natural waves. You really never could tell when you'd need to look good for the camera, and this Games felt different for her. Almost like a foreboding was reaching out to her and warning Z. Drying up, Zea headed back into the room she shared and put on a faded yellow sundress that used to be her mother's when she was younger. Stepping up to the mirror in the room, she frowned and lightly touched the small sun on the necklace around her neck. It was a silver charm hung by loose brown cord since the district was too poor to supply her with anything else. It was astounding her necklace was so intricate, seeing as jewelry would usually be lost or stolen by now. It was almost as if even the lowest thieves in 11 knew her past and didn't want to "upset" her. Zea rolled her eyes as she thought about how many looks she got on a daily basis of people pitying her for her father's sacrifice. She wasn't a little girl anymore and she wasn't going to break.
A bell chimed in the distance, and Zea took in a sharp breath as she slipped a pair of very worn tan flats (the only pair of shoes she owned other than her work boots) and walked the path to the "main yard" as the other members called it. She looked around at the multiple people she knew as a knot tightened her stomach. These were people she knew, watched come into the world, grew up with. She didn't want to kill them or even watch them be killed. A shrill static sound came from the stage centered in the yard as an odd little lady with bright orange hair and a horrid suntan came up to the microphone, two peacekeepers holding large bowls of names setting them on the two wooden pedestals behind her. Zea knew her, as she was the lady who visited every single year. Her name was Matrix Evernathy, and she was the escort for her district. Her smile was almost blinding from the unnatural beams her white teeth gave off, and she was dressed in a bright sky blue outfit, almost as if she was a peacock. Her jacket was adorned with different colored sequins and was lined with a dark blue boa for volume. To put it simply, it was hideous. She even stood with the plastic posture all escorts from the Capitol held, looking ecstatic to send children off to be murdered.
"I wish you a warm welcome as we start the 32nd Hunger Games this year!" the lady said. "It is with my pleasure to draw the names of the two victors, one female and one male, to represent this wonderful district!" Zea rolled her eyes at the misplaced enthusiasm as the woman continued. "Now, first thing's first, the annual video presented by our excellent leader, President Snow!" The crowd grew even quieter as a screen came up and played a short film about the history of the games, how they began, and wishing the tributes good luck, all the while with district 11's crowd having an eerie silence around the area. As the moments grew closer and the minutes ran out, a small child started to cry, erupting chaos for all as a loud shot was heard and there was no more crying. Zea tensed immediately, knowing everyone was now on high alert and trying to quietly quiet the children around them in order to get past this horrible time. When the video ended, Matrix's smile was thin, but her voice still steady with fake enthusiasm as she got things back into order.
"Thank you President Snow. Now..." Matrix's hand fished into the female bowl for what seemed like ages. At this point, Zea didn't care who it was so long as it wasn't the girls she mentored. You could easily hear a pin drop as the intensity in the district grew before the blue lady pulled out a long piece of paper with a neat name etched on it. Zea held her breath as she opened her mouth...
ZEA BRIONY
District Eleven had so much tension that no one even dared to look at Z as she straightened her back, willing herself not to cry. It was almost like a graveyard sentence as she walk to the stage and shook the lady's hand. No one dared volunteer. After all, better it be the girl without a father than the young girl with. As soon as she was to Matrix's right, the lady's hand was in the opposing bowl. The crowd had looks of solemnness while Zea could only focus on the thumping of her blood as she silently prayed to whatever being out there to let her possibly survive, and if she didn't, to give her a quick and painless death.
The boy called after her was even more of a heartbreaking thing. He was only eleven or twelve, an age the other Districts liked to call "easy bait" as he wasn't old enough to be taught the harshness of the Games unless he grew up in a Career District. After the names were called, the crowd did their customary head bow- a tradition that started with the first games since they couldn't do any other motion acknowledging the coming deaths since there were so many peacekeepers in the area. The two were quickly ushered away to be given a brief rundown of sponsorships, gifts, etc. since there wasn't a living victor from eleven yet.
The train was a quick and painless endurance for Zea, as it was only her and the boy, Whee (the name she learned after the reaping), on the train. Matrix had told her that a constant bidder for eleven would be their gift giver and sponsor due to them being mentorless, but their designers would in return be some of the best quality after the Career Districts, a thing Z hoped would be truthful but very heavily doubted.
"ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ."
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