forum Hunger Games One on One?? ((Closed, sorry, stalkers welcome))

Started September 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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The annual Hunger Games are still going on. Two teenagers are reaped from District 11 (the farming one) and grow a stronger and stronger bond with each passing day. Will they survive the Hunger Games?

Wren walked through the apple orchard, admiring all the colorful trees and the warm sunlight. It all seemed especially beautiful today, like the world was trying to show her it's last impression before she was shipped off to die. Today was the day of the reaping. Though hundreds of other kids were entered, Wren had to take the tesserae, which supplied her family with grain and oil, to care for her siblings, and her name was now entered 40 times. There was definitely a high chance of her selection. So she wanted her last day to be her best, if she did get chosen. She sat with her back against a sturdy trunk, sighing.

Kaz hefted a large bag of grain on to his shoulder with a small grunt, heading towards a small wooden cart. Today was just a normal day for him. He had work to do, just like any other day. There were a few hours before the selection, giving him enough time to load up the bags of grain and ship it off before it was time to leave. He had no fear. If he got picked, he'd leave without a fuss. If he didn't, it was right back to work. Simple as that.

Wren blinked open her eyes, realizing she had drifted off for a bit. A little boy ran up to her, she soon recognized him as her little brother Markus. "Marky!" She exclaimed tiredly as he jumped into her arms. "Mama took us to get you for the…the…" He trailed off, not remembering the word. Wren smiled sadly. "Reaping." She said, standing and picking him up from under his arms. Up ahead, she spotted her mother, tall and thin, holding her infant brother in one arm and holding the hand of her seven year old sister with the other. As she approached, Wren saw the sad expression on her face. "Where's Kyla?" She asked. "Waiting for us outside the orchard. She's very nervous." Wren sighed at her mother's words. Kyla was twelve and this was her first year in the reaping. They headed out of the orchard, finding Kyla, and passed by a boy about her age loading up bags of grain.

(Oh, shit, I'm sorry!)
"Kaz!" an old man's voice shouted. Kaz turned to the voice, the bag still on his shoulder. His grandpa was waving him to come closer. He dropped the bag and approached, rolling his arms and wincing. The bags were heavy.
"The Reaping's about to begin, boy. We must go."
Despite his old age, his grandfather walked just as fast as his grandson. His grip was still rock solid, and his posture was as straight as an arrow.
"You nervous, boy?" the grandpa asked, looking down at the shorter, stocky Kaz.
"Not really," Kaz said with a shrug. "It's pretty unlikely for me to get picked, anyways."

(no no it's fine)
They arrived in the square and made it to the point where the teenagers had to be separated from their families. "Where's dad?" Wren asked worriedly.
"I'm not really sure," her mother murmured lowly. "But it'll be okay. Neither of you will be chosen. The probability is very low."
Wren sighed. "I hope so." She hugged her mother goodbye, held her little siblings close and gave her little baby brother a kiss on the head. Then she took Kyla's hand and they entered the crowd of teens. Kyla squeezed her hand with a grip of iron.

Kaz's grandpa gave his grandson a cuff on the shoulder, which was the equivalent of a hug in their family before they split up into their respective groups.
He took notice of a girl about his age holding hands with a terrified girl barely old enough to join in. It had him frown in thought as he looked back up at the stage, unsure of how long this would take.

A man with curly green hair and an elaborate orange suit stepped onstage. "Welcome, one and all, to the 68th annual Hunger Games! Today we are very pleased to have with us previous victors Chakra (i don't feel like coming up with a last name) and Jaxon (again, too lazy lol)." The man droned on and on about the history of Panem and why they were here today. Finally, he said, "Alright, let's start with the ladies…" He fumbled around a bit in a glass bowl filled with hundreds of tiny slips of paper. "Let's see…" He unfolded a slip. "Wren Mayfield!"
Wren gripped Kyla's hand. Kyla cried out, "No!" And tears began streaming down her face. But Wren didn't seem to feel anything. Only…numbness. Kissing her sister in the head, she stepped onstage, shaking and trying not to cry.

The whole crowd seem to let out a loud sigh when the first name was called. The man said a bit more that Kaz didn't care to listen too, then reached in the glass bowl again and pulled out a name.
"Kaz Ripley! What a….unique name."
Kaz locked eyes with his grandfather as he walked toward the stage and was surprised to see tears. Any other person would've broke down at the sight. Kaz only gave a small nod as he climbed up the steps and joined the other girl that was picked, a neutral expression on his face.

Wren glanced over to Kaz nervously. How can he be so calm? He is probably going to die and never see his family again! She scanned the crowd and her eyes met her mother's, and tears filled her eyes again. Kyla was wrapped around her, and the three younger children didn't have a clue what was going on. Her mother was sobbing, which was the only audible sound in the otherwise silent crowd. A tear trickled down her eye as the man closed the speech and they were taken into custody.

"You've got 3 minutes," a gruff voice said as Kaz's grandfather walking into the room. His face was still sticky with tears.
His grandpa walked over and without saying a word, wrapped him up in a deathgrip of a hug. "I lost your father to this damned game," he said softly, "and now I'm gonna lose you too."
"Like hell you are," Kaz said, his voice as firm as steel as he returned the hug. "You aren't rid of me yet."
"You sound just like your father," old man Ripley said, then pulled away. "You are one brave little shit. I've always been proud of you. I'm sure your father would be, too."
"Thanks, pop. I'll see you in while." It was like a casual goodbye as his grandfather left, something that puzzled the guard at his door.