whom it may concern (reincarnatenpc) wrote in reincarnateau, @ 2014-11-04 00:45:00 |
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Reaping day. The day those in the districts fear most out of the entire year, because nobody is safe from the reaping. Either your name is in the bowl, waiting for the escort's hand to reach in and read off your death sentence, or you have friends or family who have names in the bowl. The only people who wake up excited for reaping day are those who live in the Capitol. To them, it's the start of the sports season, draft day, where they get to see the year's contestants and start to concoct theories on who they believe will win. In the Capitol, children are beside themselves with excitement, watching the tv all day as recaps of each district's reaping plays.
In the districts, the children aren't excited. A subdued hush falls over every home, road, and building as throngs of citizens head towards the village square like they're all walking towards a funeral. Attendance is required unless you are on your death bed, and Peacekeepers patrol the districts to insure all comply with the rules. Nobody is going to work today; then again, nobody would feel comfortable going to work even if they could. Today they were all watching two people from their district being chosen to fight for their lives in bloody entertainment. Only one would return--if any.
The village square is packed. Those whose names are in the bowl are roped off from the rest of the population with girls on the right and boys on the left. The stage concocted hastily offers all of the splendor and decadence of the Capitol; three large television screens hover in the background. The two on either end broadcast what is happening on the stage, while the middle one blares Capitol propaganda about the history of the Hunger Games. Sitting on the stage is the district's escort and mentors, and there, sitting on pedestals, are the bowls with the names in them. One for girls, one for boys, ready to cough up the unlucky souls who will be heading into the arena.
The escort steps forward to the mic, and the reaping has begun. As always, ladies first.
[OOC note: Threads in this post will be separated by districts so that people have a chance to have reactions to the reaping, both as those reaped and those being witnesses. Escorts will announce who the tributes are (which can be found on the table here) starting with the ladies, and then everybody can play their reactions. If your character is an escort, please try to be timely in responding to this post so that others aren't left waiting too long. If a district doesn't have an escort, the female tribute can reply first and NPC the escort. An example of an escort post will be posted by a mod so you have something to go off of. They don't have to be long threads; the tributes will have a small window to say goodbye to their families after being ushered backstage, before being whisked away to the trains that will take them to the Capitol. We'll have more information on the train rides and what's to follow in a separate mod post tomorrow. Also as a quick note! Due to some districts being overpopulated while others had a lot of openings, we had to tweak where people are. Please make sure to check before doing anything with your characters to make sure you play them in the proper place. And please, please, please! If you haven’t added your characters, or if you have a Capitol citizen, please consider making them a stylist or an escort. We're also in need of some mentors. There are a lot of gaps to fill!]