The Hunger Games (IC)

Welcome to the games...

Amaya sat near the District 11 Square, where the Tributes would be picked in a few minutes, she was playing her clarinet and some of the other kids were sitting around listening to her play, she got up, sighing as she stopped playing, she collected the coins that had been tossed in a pile for her, walking towards the bakery, she bought a piece of bread and ate it slowly as she walked back to the square.

Alyssa carried a basket of roses towards the square, they had some of the District's children putting flowers out to make the square more decorative, sighing, she set the basket down, taking the roses, she quickly decorated the District 7 Square, afterwards she sat down at the edge of the square, twirling a rose in her fingers.

The tall, rugged young fellow sat toweringly next to an old woman who was quite content on reading the paper and ignoring his presence; truth was he too didn't mind it.

Griff was perched on the 'small' wooden bench with his massively large rucksack over his lap. Scratching his temple with one finger in awe of the awkward silence between him and his neigbour. Eventually, after he gently cleared his throat to begin conversation, the little woman ped off in what seemed to be outrage; muttering, in heavy tones.

What she did forget to take with her was the tabloid, of which Griff, still bemused by her departure, he took to reading the black and white that scattered the sheets, the main aticle being about the games, and odds to bet on each district, although the statistics of the competatants was all too sketchy, it had district 12 being advertised as " being a slim lethal warrior, known to behead a stream of opponents in a fell swoop during a sneeze. Trained since birth he was killing since the age of 3... " It went on, but his eyes soon fell dreary.

Amaya got up and stood with the 15 year-olds, enclosed with a rope, the calling began shortly as the last of the eligable people joined their groups. Amaya started daydreaming as they began the opening talk, snapping back to reality as they started calling names, "Ladies first," the woman had been saying, "Amaya Jay Mao," the lady called out.
Amaya stepped out somewhat bravely, she wore an expression of slight suprise but no other emotion showed as she walked up onto the stage.
The lady started clapping, though noone else did, the lady cleared her throat and then went on, calling the boys name "Jonathan Lee Gellar!"
A boy with a terrified expression walked out from the ten-year-olds group, it was always sad when the young ones went.
Jonathan and Amaya shook hands like it was required, before turning back to the crowd.

Alyssa walked bravely up to the stage as her name was called, her eyes, as always, were clouded with thought and sadness, she still carried the rose, she shook hands with the other Tribute and then faced the crowd.