Welcome to the 74 annual Hunger Games!
Reader is Female x Male.Troll. I'm just sticking to the 1boy 1girl from district and reader is getting a romance with the one in their district.
Whether you actually have any talent with one or not, reader's weapon of choice is a bow and arrow.
You have younger siblings, and this may be relevant in some stories and not others.
I'll be making two escorts, a male and female. Each district has their own escort, but I don't feel like making that many. Only one escort will be mentioned per story anyways. I'll be making them randomized.
Eustacia Allardyce: Early thirties, soft and rounded features, black hair usually styled flat to head with flat fringe and a peacock styled attachment in back with feathers added. Feather colors change with outfit.
I'll only be using one stylist:
Phox Rollo: Male, late twenties, sharp eyes, strong but gentle features. Platinum blonde pompadour, always wears yellow and black outfits.
Last but not least! Your mentor:
Vincent Derrensae: Male, early forties, strong features. Very intimidating eyes. He has sandy blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail. Very skeptical, and hard to impress.
May the odds be ever in your favor!
----Intro: The Reaping-----
Today is the day. All of the boys, and all of the girls of your district are being brought together in the district square. You all clean up nicely, and dress in your finest.
It is comparable to a death march. A death march to the capitol. An activity that's cause can be given credit to your ancestors of about 74 years ago. The Dark Days, or the rebellion. The days back when the districts actually tried to hold onto hope.
Now the districts are reminded just how much the efforts of their past got them. The annual reaping of 24 children between the ages of 12 and 18. They are put against each other in an arena, a battle royal. There is only one victor.
You are currently wearing a simple, short-sleeved, white dress. Your (h/l) (h/c) is carefully styled in a formal look. Your skin is cleaner than average, and your heart is beating a million miles a minute.
At your side are your younger sister and brother. They are your life, and they are now old enough to be in the drawing. You've made sure their name will not appear in the drawing more than once. Your younger siblings are your world, and you refuse to hand them over to the Capitol.
You help them sign in, the blood prints. You adjust their clothes, making sure they looks proper. It's almost a parental instinct. Your real parents are dead. You live with your child bare aunt. She's honestly glad to help when she can, but she has a job. You can always assist with food though, with your bow. You're a good shot.
You guide your sister and brother to their sanctioned area. (sister name) has tears in her eyes. (brother name) has a very deep set frown. You bend down and pull them to you in a hug.
"It's okay. Your names are only in the drawing once. There's no chance you'll be picked. Just stay here and stay quiet."
"But (y/n)...I-" (sister) starts.
"Shhh. You'll be safe."
You give her a peck on the forehead and send her off. You then turn to your brother and smile at him. The forced bravery on his face pulls at your heart, and you pull him into a hug.
"The same goes for you, (brother). Two names and we'll all go back home together."
(brother) sniffles a bit as one tear streams down his cheek. You wipe it away and pretend you never saw it. He's at that age now where he'd call such a thing embarrassing.
With one last look at your siblings, you start the journey to your own destination. Your age group is always closer to the stage. More names, more chances, shorter walk.
Your feet move mechanically to the sectioned area for your age group. Other girls are already awkwardly waiting. The wide screen is set up, filming all of you as you sign in and take your places. A brightly dressed capitol woman stands on the stage. This district's escort. There is excitement in their face as their eyes scan the crowds.
Suddenly, the crowd goes even quieter and the district escort raises their hands. There's a video played. The death and darkness of the hunger games is revealed as a positive voice narrates our past. Like we don't already know.
The video ends and our escort finally draws the names. It is always ladies first.