IC-Coten

[CowMasterTrojan]

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As you awake, you realize the day has finally come. It is the day for the reaping of the 73rd games. A day that has stood out in your memory as long as you can remember. The feeling of dread fills your stomach. Something feels off, but you're not sure why.

You rise and dress for the occasion, as does everyone throughout the district. Everyone wants to look nice for the ceremony. You never know when you might get chosen after all. So you better look your best.
Leaving your home, you join the mass exodus of people heading to the Reaping. The peacekeepers presence is throughout the streets. Their clean white uniforms and faceless helmets impress upon you a cold reality. Everyone is going. The silence of the crowd as they walk betrays another fact. They know that two children are going to die. Not today, but because of the events of today. It's a sobering fact. It hangs over the air like a heavy fog.

Just like all the other children of the district, you line up with the children of your age. Girls on one side, boys on another. Your blood sample is taken as peacekeepers check everyone in for the reaping. Children around you try to stay brave, especially for the younger ones. But they're all afraid.

And then the capital Visitor comes up on stage. Your heart sinks.
The time for Tributes has come. Please post your character's general appearance and his/her mannerisms as the reaping takes place. How it goes down is completely up to you.

[SlyJohnny]

A short, somewhat dumpy child with a square jaw and blue eyes rubs at his face, tired. He'd spent the night helping his father birth a calf that had gotten all tangled up the wrong way... the world doesn't stop just because it's the Reaping after all. He shifts from foot to foot awkwardly, nervously scratching himself, his freshly starched white clothes that he never wears on any other occasion feeling abrasive against his sunburnt skin.

He's quiet, coming off as almost beatifically peaceful, but something about his body language seems a little... off. People around him smile at him whenever he's caught staring at them, but it's the smile one reserves for small children, or the simple-minded. He grips his mothers hand as if afraid she'll be lost to him if he lets go.

He's a little afraid, but this is no unusual thing at a reaping. They won't pick me. My name is hardly even in there. Shan't pick me. he tells himself, silently.

[CowMasterTrojan]

The appearance of his age holding his mother's hand gets many odd looks. But Coten is separated from his mother quite quickly after he is checked in. The he's pushed and herded into a group with the other boys. The feeling is disconcerting, but tolerable.

And then on the stage comes a fat capital man in a suit. What little hair he has is colored blue. But at least it matches his suit. They follow the motions that is typical of reaping. A video is played. Congratulations are given. Of course no one really claps or gives much of a reaction.

The district is filled with people who know they don't have the time to take off for this ceremony. They have animals to tend, and meat to process. And they resent it for what it stands for just as much. So the tension can be felt, all the way up to the overweight, balding capital man.

"The first tribute for District 10 will be... Miss Kaitlyn Pierce!" He says into the microphone. Silence falls on the crowd. Then a terrified looking girl is spotted. Peacekeepers come, escorting her to the stage.

Once more the silence falls upon the crowd. "And the male Tribute for District 10 will be... " Coten can barely hear the rest. He can barely register it, but he realizes they just called his name. A cry comes out from his mother. Then the next thing he knows, he's being escorted to the stage by peacekeepers.

The fat capital man says "Congratulations". But Coten doesn't feel like very lucky. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Your tributes for District 10". The crowd looks sadly up at the two of you. Their silence of sorrow a farewell.

As you get one last look of the district, you are herded into the waiting room by peacekeepers.

Post your goodbye to your family and anyone else who would say goodbye. Then we can move on to the train. It's completely in your control.

[CowMasterTrojan]

The speeding train catches your attention as it suddenly begins to slow. For the last hour the train has been speeding along mountains and shooting through tunnels. Finally it comes out of a final tunnel and the sun shines down upon it. With it now slowing, the train track curves to the side and allows you to see in the distance the capital.

A gigantic metropolis, it is comprised of countless metal buildings that stretch into the sky towards the clouds. Never in your life have you seen such tall buildings. Scattered along the skyline are floating ships that hang in the sky.

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The train continues to slow, and eventually closes into the city. People line the track, waving to you as the train enters the capital. The capital citizens are an odd bunch, all dressed in bright colors with bizarre hairstyles and some even have odd grafts on their bodies. The sheer number of them decorating the pristine streets is mind boggling to you.

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Once the train stops, your chaperone takes you to a nearby building. There a team of highly trained capital employees take over cleaning you. They scrub you clean on a level you've never felt before, removing a layer of skin from your body, thoroughly washing your hair, waxing body hair, and picking any specks of dirt that may be under your nails.