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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:52 pm
 The Town Center The Town Center is right in front of the District 7 Justice Building. It's a common place where the citizens meet and chat. This is also the place shown around the country during the Reaping Day, where the children line up and wait to see the fate of one of their fellow citizens.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 6:12 pm
 ▄▀▄RANDALL WOODFIELD▄▀▄
▄▀▄DISTRICT SEVEN▄▀▄ FAILURE IS NOT THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD.
THE VERY WORST IS NOT TO TRY. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
It is unnerving standing up here on the platform that I am usually looking up on. I'm looking at all the faces staring at me feeling as though I might puke. Last night I hadn't slept at all. My attempts failed and eventually I just needed to move around. I had started pacing my small house and eventually my father had kicked me out because I was disturbing his precious rest, so I wandered around town trying to clear my head. Pretty stupid of me, I am now running on exhaustion.
I sit down in my chair realizing how dizzy I feel. I'm supposed to coach whoever gets chosen to try and help them get out of the arena alive. How am I supposed to do that when I barely got out alive? I'm still living the nightmares of those weeks in the arena. At least I don't have to do it alone. I'll have Coralie to help me. Though I'm not sure if she is much better off.
I remember how I blatantly lied in the final interview after the games about how much I looked forward to returning to the capitol each year and I resent those words now. I certainly don't look or feel like how I did when I said that. Then I was just going through the motions trying to win some cheers from the crowd, but now I realize how stupid I was because everybody will expect me to be cheery and exciting upon returning.
I stare out into the crowd not fixating on anywhere in particular. I hear the escort begin to speak and the video that plays every year comes up. I don't really register anything though until it is said that it is time to start the reaping. My eyes snap to the escort eyes bouncing from the slips of names and the thousands of children in front of me.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:15 pm
Darren James Everett (District Seven) Darren walked into the lines where you signed in and he approached the table where a young lady, or so he thought, took his hand. She pricked it and dabbed the blood onto the sheet then scanned it. Darren gulped as it dawned on him that is could basically be his death sentence. Moving to where the other 17 year old males were, Darren looked up seeing Randall, noticing how uncomfortable he was. This only made Darren more uncomfortable, and he stood tall and proud trying to mask the uneasy feelings bubbling in his stomach. One boy and one girl are going to be put to death for my district today. He frowned. Mood: Uneasy, Nervous, and agitatedLocation: District 7 Town SquareInventory: Empty. Wearing: CasualThoughts:Please not me, please!
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:32 pm
 ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Coralie Vespira Penhallow District Seven ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Crowds were definitely not my cup of tea, and especially those of my own district. I found it hard to look down at the potential tributes that myself and Randall would be training. It was hard to see my fellow classmates up at the chopping block, and I foolishly felt guilty that I was not at risk for this fate. Of course, I had won my freedom from the horror of going into the games, but it was still strange to feel safe from being reaped. I didn't want to be up here, and I didn't want to return to the Capitol whatsoever, and it sent daggers into my stomach when I thought of who I would have to potentially watch die. I hadn't the slightest idea of how to train someone for the games and I was terrified that my instructions would send our tributes to their deaths. The nightmares that I had the previous night filled my mind and I felt as though I was going to be sick right there on the stage in front of my entire district. Even with Randall sitting at my side I could barely contain the nervousness that I felt. I could only imagine the thoughts going through his head as well.
I worried about my younger brother, Maze, down there in the crowd awaiting his destiny, and I prayed with everything that I was worth to not have him called. I did not survive the hunger games to return home only to see my brother be reaped the very next year. It would destroy me. After the trauma that I had experienced inside that arena, I don't think I could handle the loss of my brother if he didn't make it out. How would I even begin to train my brother for this event, let alone send him into the games. I shuddered at the thought, and was barely able to take my attention off my thoughts and onto the escort that had just come on stage.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:51 pm
 Ｔａｔｉｍａ xＡｖｅｒｌｙ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxｄｉｓｔｒｉｃ 7
Tatima made quick work of saying goodbye to the younger sons of the family and despite their antics for the last hour, they hugged warmly and told each other they would see each other later. The two of them then headed to work, not wanting to know the outcome of their sister's predicament. Her mother made quick work of saying goodbye too and soon left her with her father and eldest brother. The three of them stood there for a moment before they all moved closer together and held each other close in a hug.
"I'll be fine you two, you know I will be. If anything I'll be back home before you know it in time to catch the truck to work." Tammy attempted to raise the mood but she knew she failed when they only tightened their grip. She remained silent in their arms and held them tightly, trying to force how this felt into her long-term memory... just in case. When she heard the escort was starting to head to the stage, Tammy quickly jumped up and kissed both of her family. "I love you." She murmured before she rushed towards the registry and had her blood taken before joining her age group. She looked towards the Districts victors and nearly ran back towards her family. They looked miserable and she could only hope that she woudn't have to feel like they did for another year.Ｍｏｏｄ: AngryxxＩｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ/Ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ: ...xxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: The ReapingxxＨｅａｌｔｈ: 100%
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:06 pm
124th Hunger Games
District 7 Reaping Ball Numbers Female ::
Aveynne Grey Sandarbolt - 15 (124th)
Aveynne (124th)
Aveynne (124th)
Aveynne (124th)
Aveynne (124th)
Aveynne (124th)
Polly Von Trumble - 15 (124th)
Polly (124th)
Polly (124th)
Polly (124th)
Polly (124th)
Tatima Averly - 16 (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Tatima (124th)
Elixa Brianne White - 16 (124th)
Elixa (124th)
Feliciana Jade Grendel - 17 (124th)
Feliciana (124th)
Feliciana (124th)
Feliciana (124th)
Feliciana (124th)
Feliciana (124th)
Sapphire Leo Grendel - 17 (124th)
Hailey Mikayla Sharp - 17 (124th)
Hailey (124th)
Hailey (124th)
Susan Renee Kings - 18 (124th)
Male ::
Tobin Grenlich Linnet - 12 (124th)
Maze Evan Penhallow - 15 (124th)
Dwight Blaine Doom - 17 (124th)
Dwight (124th)
Dwight (124th)
Dwight (124th)
Darren James Everett - 17 (124th)
Darren (124th)
Haimon Rele Sullivan - 17 (124th)
Haimon (124th)
Haimon (124th)
Peter Von Trumble - 18 (124th)
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:43 pm
 █ Aveynne Grey Sandarbolt █A deep sigh was released as Aveynne walked into the town square in front of the Town hall she looked around. Today was the day. She took careful steps afraid of tripping over her own feet. Her eyes shifted in color. In those two seconds that it took for them to change color she was completely blind. She had continued walking against her better judgment. "Damn eyes..." she mumbled to herself. She stopped regaining her balance as she stumbled a little. As her eye sight cleared up she saw how many children were lined up. She gulped. Something inside her just wanted out of this District. She took a breath knowing if she left in that Train to the Capitol she wouldn't come back. She gulped again, her blindness returned as her eyes changed to green. It was this time when she fell onto the ground with an audible thud. With a grumble she pushed herself up, she was still blinded for a few more moments. "I hate my eyes I hate my eyes I hate my eyes" she whispered to herself as she wiped the dirt from her dress.
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xTheEndx generated a random number between
1 and 31 ...
29!
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:00 pm
The Female Tribute for District 7 is...
Hailey Sharp
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xTheEndx generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
11!
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:01 pm
The Male Tribute for District 7 is...
Haimon Sullivan
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:18 pm
 м ι к к у x ѕ н α я ρ When Something Happens
xxxxxThat I wasn't expecting
xxxxxxxxxxAnd I don't Like
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx I can Stay Calm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And Stay Flexible█══█══█══█xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█══█══█══█Haimon and I had spent the night together hardly able to sleep. We both knew it was very likely one of us would be headed off to the arena. We had our names in there enough times after all. We had risen together and made our way to the square nice and early where the capitol attendant pricked our fingers and we lingered around each other in a calm demeanor we always carried about ourselves. We were glues to each others sides as long as possible until we were forced to go to our separate areas to await the reaping.
I'm extremely fearful for Haimon. I know for a fact he has taken extra slips in turn for tesserae not for us, but for those families less fortunate. My eyes constantly flash over to him. This is probably the one time of year that my rock solid calm character slips a bit. So much devastation lays in my past from this day and I can't help but fear losing the only person left that is important to me.
The reaping begins as our escort begins his speech and on goes the short film and before I know it we are onto the reaping. By now I have filled in most the crack that threaten to break my calm appearance and I take one last look at Haimon before our escort has grabbed the girl's slip and begins to read it off into the microphone. At first I do not realize that it is me that has been chosen because our escort had shouted the name I hardly use anymore, but when the realization struck I felt as if I could not breathe.
My breathe had been stolen from me and my barriers threatened to crack and break. I know that is not an option though. I have to appear strong and hold my own. Oxygen fills my lungs again as I take control of my body again and close all the cracks. I take one last deep breathe and set my face in stone not daring to glance at Haimon. With my calm in tact, I take long stoic steps towards the platform.
I've of course noticed the slight uproar from some of my fellow district members. I'm a rather known member to our district and somebody most would not want to go to the games, but I doubt anybody will volunteer for me. I stand on stage and give a nod to our escort and audience ignoring I ma my mentors who know me well. I've not been up there a minute when our escort gets right on with the boy name. I take this moment to chance a glance at Haimon and right as I do our escort says his name aloud into the mic. I take a step back almost losing my balance feeling as if I might faint.
No, no this is not possible. I can hear the murmuring through the district as everybody registers the fact that the young lovebirds will be heading to the arena, together. My head spins and I hear a small screech behind me. Peacekeepers and the escort return the district to quiet as Haimon makes his way up here. My eyes come back into focus on him and my barrier breaks allowing pain to be seen in my eyes and only my eyes. I manage to fend off the threatening tears.
Out. Of. Calm...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:38 pm
H a i m ø n x S u l l i v a n
d i s t r i ¢ t x s e v e n ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ IN SOLITUDE, WHERE WE ARE LEAST ALONE • • • • xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx• • • •xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx• • • • The night before was difficult. Sleep was difficult. And fear was building up inside of both Mikky and I. I woke the next morning with a knot in my throat, though I kept a broad smile to keep our nerves down. I lost count of how many times I had taken tesserae for others, and this fact was doubting my safety for the reaping that day. And yet my grin was kept in place. I held Mikky's hand the entire time.
The Town Center was the most grand place this time of year. The younger children filled the front rows of the built stadium and the oldest to the back. Tesserae lines began to fill and my eyes watched as the seated peacekeeper drawed blood. My stomach turned and Mikky followed my gaze. I gave her a reassuring smile. "When then, the male side is over there," I pointed with out entwined hands. "This'll be over soon. All will be fine. You'll go home and I'll pick up dinner. We'll see everyone tomorrow." I inhaled deeply and released her hand. I placed my lips on her forehead and we went our separate ways.
I was surprised Hailey Sharp was called. My breath relaxed and I was calm until I saw Mikky walking forward to the stage. Instantly I thought back to past dead siblings and my eyes went tired. I could not meet her eyes from this distance. I'll volunteer, at best. But I didn't have to. My name was called. I went forth to stand next to her. The District Seven Escort is a gloomy man who took us inside the Justice Building. I held out my hand to the only person I could trust. The truth had not settled.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 6:26 am
▄▀▄RANDALL WOODFIELD▄▀▄
▄▀▄DISTRICT SEVEN▄▀▄ FAILURE IS NOT THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD.
THE VERY WORST IS NOT TO TRY. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Why Mikky? Is all I can think when the girl's name is called. I knew her personally for a few years. I know she's in love and destined to marry Haimon. The pair are always calm together and are always trying to just help out where they can. I know Haimon will probably volunteer. Do anything to protect her. That's when his own name is called. Instantly you can hear the upset in the crowd and I stand up from my chair clumsily causing it to screech against the stage a bit.
No this cannot be happening. I swear the officials have rigged this. There's no way those two would have been chosen without it being rigged. He's on the stage now and the first thing he does is lock hands with Mikky. I know now that I will do everything in my power to get them home even if I know nothing about mentoring. I'll get them sponsors many of who must already be feeling something towards this pair right?
A few minutes go by before the escort can manage to say anything and when he asks for volunteers, as expected, nobody steps up. You would have to volunteer for both or none. I realize I'm still standing up and I find my chair as my determination to get district seven their lovebirds back sets in, but before I can settle back down the escort is ending things and instructing our party to head to the justice building.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 8:34 am
м ι к к у x ѕ н α я ρ When Something Happens
xxxxxThat I wasn't expecting
xxxxxxxxxxAnd I don't Like
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx I can Stay Calm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And Stay Flexible█══█══█══█xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█══█══█══█First their siblings now them years later. Haimon calmly made his way towards the stage. His calm spread into me as I clutched his outspread hand the minute he stepped next to me. Together we are a stable force. Maybe we can actually get through this. It is a possibility. My mind immediately begins calculating our chances ignoring the rest of the world. We're strong from years of work in our district, can handle food shortage, know what it takes to survive, and are determined to keep each other alive. Also, our story might hit the hearts of some rich people increasing our odds with good sponsors. I will not give up hope.
My thoughts are interrupted with the end of the reaping. No volunteers of course. My hand still locked with Haimon's peacekeepers, our escort, and our mentors all make our way off the stage and towards the justice building. I wonder if anybody will come see me. I have no family left except Haimon. Well he really isn't family, but still he cannot come visit me. I guess I will find out.
Out. Of. Calm...
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 9:10 am
Ɖemetrius Ѵan Ȼorpse ⊠  ⊠ ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════ 
I left the Capital that morning a tad bit excited. Today was the reaping, the main event of the year. It triggered a very positive uproar with the Capital citizens, making them much more polite, much more brighter and filled with sunshine. And much more ridiculous looking in clothing. I decided a suit was fine, and boarded the hovercraft to District Seven. Excitement soon died down as the sight of the very green lands began to approach. Suddenly, I missed the gray-sky Capital with tall buildings.
The hovercraft landed in a poor excuse of a clearing, behind a large wooden home I learn to be the Justice Building. Peacekeepers began to attach the large film screen and a stage for the reaping. Tables were set off in the distance for tesseare. In the front, was a tall microphone. I approached with caution and waited as the children began to file before me, glass stands containing raffled names set to my left and right, and the District Mayor, Mentors took their seats behind. I sighed into the microphone then cleared my throat.
"Welcome all children of District Seven, my name is Demetrius Van Corpse, and I will be your escort. Glad to see you all," Dull faces. I could not blame them. "Start with the ladies, then." I entered my hand inside the female reaping ball and rustled around a little bit until I had the 124th Hunger Games tribute. With a false smile, I opened the small slip of paper and read out loudly, "Hailey Sharp." When I called the name, a very ordinary looking girl takes steps towards the stage with no emotion. She must have been very strong in order to contain such a stoic mood. When she finally made it to the stage, I congratulated her and proceed with the male reaping ball. Repeating the same routine with the females, I got a very ominous paper slip. After I cleared my throat, I read out clearly, "Haimon Sullivan." That seemed to cause some sort of angry roar from the crowd and from one of District Seven's victors. There was a few accusing statements that began to anger me quite a bit. I had no knowledge on whether or not the whole reaping was rigged, my only job was to withdraw two paper slips out of a few bowls. "Now, now, let's all just calm down. Any volunteers?" With the help of the Peacekeepers, the crowd shuts up and no noise interrupted as I spoke once again. No one could look in my direction at the word 'volunteer'.
"Ladies and gentle I present to you the 124th District Seven tributes!"
I placed my hands into my pockets and walked inside the Justice Building, the tributes followed after me, then the mentors, and the peacekeepers. They closed the oak doors and it made a loud, shivering sound, making everything final. The tributes were taken away instantly, into separate rooms, where they gave their goodbyes to their families. I turned to the mentors, Randall and Coralie. "Fancy a drink? I believe our compartment is just up the stairs." I moved my head the slightest bit, trying to keep a soft smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 2:19 pm
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Coralie Vespira Penhallow District Seven ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Haimon and Hailey...those two were the single most dedicated couple in the entire district, and the fact that both their names were called this year made my heart fall to my feet. Randall's sudden movement startled me out of my shock as he sat up, rage easily discernible on his face. The entire arrangement was unbelievable, and even the crowd was angrily murmuring amongst themselves. Our first year of mentoring, and we get the heart of district seven to keep alive. How would we manage to do this? I know I'd feel responsible for every single death from our district if they occurred, and I could see the district having a breakdown if Haimon or Hailey were killed out in the arena.
When Randall had sat back down next to me, I have his arm a reassuring squeeze, even though I felt far from confident about this choice of tributes. I'd come to see him as my best friend, and it hurt me just as much as it did him when he was upset. "We'll get them through this." I said softly, trying to calm him down. All the while, the tributes were led off the stage and we were beckoned to follow. Once inside the building, the escort, Demetrius, asked if we cared for a drink, and I could hardly even fathom trying to get anything in my stomach. I was far too disgusted what had just gone down at the reaping ceremony. "No thank you." I responded politely. Although I wanted to smack the man who pulled those names, I also knew that he'd be essential in helping with sponsors. Make him our enemy, and our tributes wouldn't stand a chance.
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