Shadows Burning

Cyrus Manning had just been chosen as the male tribute from District 5. He nervously ran his hands through his spiky blond hair and tried to decide who he would choose as the female tribute. Suddenly he knew. He would choose Juliett Kriff. They could be allies. The 12-year-old team. And also, Juliett would have no family to mourn for her. She would appreciate it. SO he took a deep breath and said "Juliett Kriff."

Juliet wasn't suprised when she walked up the stage. There was no one crying and hugging her or begging her not to go. Just the silence of the crowd.

Elsewhere, in district 12, Tessa Johnson had just been called. She stepped up onto the platform, wondering who she was going to call. Who would she choose? She started to panic, looking around in the crowd. Her eyes found him. The poor blind kid.Tessa had always felt sorry for him. She opened her mouth, and called out, "Jay Livingston."

Jay heard his name called. And it sounded like Tessa Johnson's voice. He began to make his way through the crowd carefully, and he felt gentle hands on his back helping to guide him to the platform. As he mounted the steps, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of his. It was Tessa. He wondered why he had been chosen.

In district 3, the Capitol man reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper. "Rico Daniel." (I might change the last name if I think of a better one, but I had to put something.) Rico walked up the steps and looked around at the crowd. He hadn't thought at all about who he would choose if picked; he was more of a put-things-off-until-tomorrow, make-it-up-on-the-spot kind of person. He figured that his chances would be better if he picked someone younger, who was unlikely to beat him, and he called out the name of the first person who popped into his mind: Sara Coleman.

Sara's heart sank. she had never expected to enter the arena.  Rico had probably chosen her because he thought she was weak.  after all, she was only twelve, and small for her age.  but she thought maybe she had a chance.  she remembered the siblings from district three who'd gone last year.  her district had strengths other than weapons.  and she didn't have to be big and strong to use them.  as she walked toward the platform, she held her head high.  she was going to try her absolute hardest in these games. 

the capitol woman in district eight reached an aqua-colored hand into the bowl of papers. she grasped one and peered at it very closely. then she took and deep breath and said dramatically, "I am pleased to announce that the female tribute from district 8 is... Wren Wilder." When Wren stepped onto the podium, the woman placed a hand on her shoulder, the long gold claws digging into her skin. Wren knew that now she had to choose a boy to enter the arena with her. this would be hard. she hated decisions, and this one would be terrible, since her choice would cost someone their life. the words she spoke slipped out of her mouth almost before she thought them.  (who does she choose?  I can't find the post.) she regretted it as soon as she said it.  she didn't like him very much, but he was her sister's boyfriend, and her sister would be devastated if he died. 

Araminta Bells heard her name called. She stepped up to the platform and looked upon the people of District 7.

Drake Rowland looked up, hearing his name. He saw his girlfriend's little sister standing on the podium. He made his way through the crowd and up the steps, wondering why she had picked him. He knew that she wasn't overly fond of him, but surely she didn't hate him that much.

(Can they go to the capitol now?)

(sure)

(I have one more thing to do first.Also, do you know if Jasmine is still doing it?)

In District 10, a man with brightly colored tattoos fished out a name from the glass bowl. "Winona Sterling," he read. Winona stepped onto the platform and looked around. She had carefully decided who she would pick if chosen earlier and hoped he wouldn't mind. "River Patnode," she called out.

(she said she wasn't)

(actually there's probably another one I haven't done, but whatever.all these reapings are getting boring.

That means I have another character, right?)

(yeah)

(I'm pretty sure Jasmine said she wasn't anymore, 'cause I remember telling Darkness that she could now have six characters. Maybe.)

Leigh got off the train in the capitol with her fellow District 4 tribute. They were immediatly led to their rooms. Leigh sat on the bed and tried to relax, ordering some lemonade from the thing on the wall. She explored the room a bit, until a capitol woman came and led her away to her stylist.

(yeah, except darkness already has six characters, and I'm the one with 5)

Iridescence sat on the bed in her room, fingering the necklace she wore. It was a family heirloom and her mother had given it to her when she said goodbye to wear into the arena as her token. She heard a knock on the door and a slightly catlike woman peeked in. "It's time to meet your stylist," she said.

(Oh yeah, sorry. xD I meant you)

Jay felt around his room. He almost jumped when he heard a loud knock at the door. Then it opened and therre were footsteps, then someone holding his arm. "Come with me, Jay, so we can pretty you up a bit for the opening ceremonies." He reluctantly came along.

Sara stepped into a room and was met by three smiling women, all wearing too much bright blue lipstick.  "Hi sweetie,' said one with white skin and long black eyelashes.  'We're your prep team"  Sara managed to give her a little smile.  their skimpy outfits made her uncomfortable. 

Cyrus sat across from his stylist, fidgeting uncomfortably. He wished he had a boy stylist. This was just weird.

"....so that's what we were thinking." She said with a toss of her pin-straight fuschia hair. She looked at him with her big fuschia eyes, her shiny fuschia lips drawn up into a smile. Her teeth were fuschia too. Cyrus didn't have a good feeling about his outfit for tonight.