Post by Aradia Nalliah on Feb 25, 2014 21:35:10 GMT
"Welcome, welcome!" The District 10 escort, by the name of Dimeetree Bagan, said into the large podium's microphone. Her tiny pink dress sparkled in the sunlight. "Happy Hunger Games, yes? Oh, that speech has me so pumped for this year's games!" She didn't skip a beat before flowing into her next sentence, which happened to be, "We'll choose our ladies first, as we always do." She straightened her spine so she stood taller, as if proud for the District, proud for its contents, proud for its few victors over the years, before turning to the glass ball. She walked toward the ball nearly joyfully, as if none of this Hunger Games stuff bothered her. And who knows, being from the Capitol, it probably didn't. Dimeetree stopped in front of the large sort of bowl as reached her hand in quickly, picking out soon a slip from the many. She had the same near bounce in her step as she walked back up to the podium. A pearly white smile appeared on her face immediately a second before she started to read the small rectangular piece of paper- "The name of our female tribute for District 10 this year is..."