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located in 12 DISTRICTS, a part of The Hunger Games: Rebirth, one of the many universes on RPG.

12 DISTRICTS

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Character Portrait: Mireya Terrell Character Portrait: Dale Harper
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Mireya watched just as anxiously as the speaker went to draw the name of the male tribute, once again making it go by as slow and dreadful as possible. She watched closely as the woman swirled her hand over the collection of slips, and though this was a serious moment, she nearly laughed, this was all so ridiculous and outrageous. But of course, she kept it to herself and looked out at the crowd to see who her district partner would be, and how he would react to being chosen.
"Dale Harper." she speakers voice rang out through the silence.
Mireya knew who Dale was, well, not exactly, but she almost immediately connected the name to the face as her eyes landed on him, among the many others in the crowd. He looked stunned, even as he made his way up to the stage, he couldn't get the look of shock off of his face. As he came up next to her on the stage, she glanced sideways at him, but his mind seemed to be completely elsewhere, he didn't even appear to be focusing on what the speaker was telling him.
Her eyes got a glassy look to them as she returned her gaze to her feet, trying not to think about the fact that one, if not both of them would be dead by the time all this was over. The thought made her feel sick, and she swayed slightly, nearly falling to her feet once again, but just then, Dale went to shake her hand and she firmly grasped his, giving it a small shake, and then letting go once she had regained her balance.
All of a sudden, the speaker pushed her way between the two and took a hand from each, holding them up in the air, "District four, these are your tributes!"
As the audience let out a hearty cheer, Mireya nodded silently to herself, once again, not her way of agreeing with what was happening, but instead acknowledging it and accepting there was nothing she could do about it. However, her stomach lurched violently as the speaker turned the two of them away from the crowd and began to lead them to the justice building. Mireya desperately glanced over her shoulder one last time, realizing with a jolt of horror that this was probably her last time she'd ever see district four.
Suddenly, she just had this urge to resist, to not go along with this, but rather do everything in her power to get herself out of this situation. She firmly pulled her hand away from the speaker, who hadn't been holding onto her very well because she must not have expected that anyone would try to get away. Stopping in her tracks, the speaker looked at Mireya in a way that said 'Go ahead, try.' Mireya felt a bit scared now but she continued to back away, her steps getting bigger and quicker. She was just about to turn away, make a run for it perhaps, when she was forced forwards by some peacekeepers who had quickly taken their places. With each arm grasped firmly, she had no choice but to be dragged into the justice building. She bit down hard on her lip in frustration as she knew that she was helpless. The peacekeepers shoved her into a room where she waited a few minutes before being visited by her brothers. They shared a final moment, her brothers doing their best to try and assure her. When the peacekeepers came to take them away, it felt like her skin was being ripped off as she watched them until they were out of sight. She fell back against the wall, and lying defeated on the floor, broke into sobs. Only moments later, the peacekeepers approached her and just as they were about to help her to her feet, she quickly got up herself, glaring icily at them as they then proceeded to pull her along to the train.Once on the train, she found a spot by the window and sat with her head leaned against the glass, a few tears making their way down her cheeks. She looked out the window at her surroundings as they just flew by, and she was amazed at how things could go falling topsy turvy in such a short amount of time.