Post by Flannel on Feb 23, 2014 21:30:15 GMT
The male mayor narrowed his eyes, watching the children whom were already have thing fingers pricked to be identified, and then lining up in rows. He saw the looks on the children's faces, some looked mortified, considering they have the chance of being slaughtered, some stood straight, and held their heads high, as if to say; "I'm proud to serve my District." which made the mayor proud and disgusted at the same time. Who would want to do this? He pushed those thoughts away when the video that they played each and every year, as if to honor the tributes who have died every year.
The female district escort stepped up to the microphone when the speech was over and leaned down, looking at the crowd of nervous children while she spoke, "Welcome, District 8, to the annual Hunger Games reaping. Like every year, two tributes, from each district both boy and girl, are picked to fight in the arena against each other for glorious riches." The woman stood tall, about 5'8", her slim body looked almost as if she were extremely uncomfortable, despite how many years she's done this. She had neon purple hair, that was down to her shoulders, landing on her chest where it spiraled into nice tight curls. She wore a tight fitting dress that was the color of the sky that morning, grey. She also wore heels that made her walking echo throughout the district.
She coughed lightly and said, "Now, let's see who our female tribute is this year." She cocked her head to the side and backed away from the microphone, her gaze now set on a man who was standing by the table that held up the round glass bowl, with what seemed like thousands of tiny papers were inside of it. The man gripped the bowl tightly and approached the lady, standing in front of her, the bowl outstretched near her. She nodded and touche the glass bowl lightly, tracing the rim of the bowl and placing her hand inside of it, pulling out a tiny slip. She announced into the microphone, "And the female tribute for District 8 is.."
The female district escort stepped up to the microphone when the speech was over and leaned down, looking at the crowd of nervous children while she spoke, "Welcome, District 8, to the annual Hunger Games reaping. Like every year, two tributes, from each district both boy and girl, are picked to fight in the arena against each other for glorious riches." The woman stood tall, about 5'8", her slim body looked almost as if she were extremely uncomfortable, despite how many years she's done this. She had neon purple hair, that was down to her shoulders, landing on her chest where it spiraled into nice tight curls. She wore a tight fitting dress that was the color of the sky that morning, grey. She also wore heels that made her walking echo throughout the district.
She coughed lightly and said, "Now, let's see who our female tribute is this year." She cocked her head to the side and backed away from the microphone, her gaze now set on a man who was standing by the table that held up the round glass bowl, with what seemed like thousands of tiny papers were inside of it. The man gripped the bowl tightly and approached the lady, standing in front of her, the bowl outstretched near her. She nodded and touche the glass bowl lightly, tracing the rim of the bowl and placing her hand inside of it, pulling out a tiny slip. She announced into the microphone, "And the female tribute for District 8 is.."