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Virgil Dark: District Twelve, The Reaping

Virgil stood in the town square, next to his only friend Remy who was gossiping about “some bitch” at the hob who refused to trade with him, waiting for the reaping to begin.  Remy spoke with exaggeration in his tone as the two of them waited to find out who would be given a death sentence this year. Virgil knew that Remy hadn’t truly cared about “the dumb fucking bitch who didn’t seem to have half a brain cell,” but instead had just needed a distraction from the possibility of his impending doom. Virgil had appreciated the distraction, making sure not to let his own thoughts astray from the over-dramatic telling of the story. Silence fell over the anxious teenagers as the mayor stepped up to begin the story of Panem. 

Everyone was required to listen to the tale. Regardless of the fact that all the citizens had been hearing it for their entire lives every year. It was just another distraction from the fact that this mayor and the capital that “had cared so much about their citizens” would be sending another two kids to die this year. Virgil waited anxiously beside Remy as he waited for the names to begin to be called. Even after the past six years of sitting in the group of kids waiting anxiously, praying that they wouldn’t be the unlucky one to take part in the games, Virgil still couldn’t get used to it. He was almost out, he told himself, he was close to being done with these stupid games, he just had to survive one more reaping. A reaping that had the highest chance of Virgil being selected then all the years before. 

After the mayor finished his spiel, Effie Trinket assumed her place on stage with the Capital painted smile as always and her pink hair seemingly bigger than usual. “Happy hunger games! And may the odds ever be in your favor!” She quoted from all her previous years doing the same thing, over and over again. Virgil wondered how she felt about sending kids to their deaths year and year again. After a moment Effie chirps, “ladies first!” She then places her hand in the big glass ball holding all the names of every twelve through eighteen year old in the district at least once. 

Effie drags out a small sheet of paper with a name on it, Virgil could see Remy visibly tense, most likely hoping it wasn’t one of his three sisters. “Valerie Torres-Rosario,” Virgil watched as a girl stepped onto the stage. Virgil barely recognized her from school, although she appeared to be younger than him. “Next for the boys,” Effie stated as Virgil’s stomach began to twist. He told himself to be rational. By the time they had turned eighteen, everyone had put in a high number of names. The chances of him being chosen were slim, Virgil reminded himself as Effie pulled out a sheet with the name of the unfortunate boy who would be chosen this year. 

“Virgil Dark,” Effie announced in a tone far too cheerful to be announcing the kid who she would be sending to die this year. 

Virgil and Remy simultaneously muttered, “shit.” 

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Are remy and virgil dating?

remy: we’re not like… actually dating… we just bang… y’know?

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Logan Berry: District 3, The Reaping

Logan stood among the sea of the other fifteen-year-old boys, his face clear of emotion, per usual. He stood straight, disallowing any signs of fear to show in his posture, unlike the other children he had been surrounded by. This year would not be alike the three years previous. Logan would no longer fear the games. He refused to. He would win them. Just as though his father had done so before him. He would no longer allow for mistakes. Nor would his father. 

The mayor stepped up on the podium to begin the ceremony, per usual. All the anxious chattering silenced immediately. The mayor began to recite the story of Panem while Logan’s father stood proudly alongside Blaise Haywood, district three’s escort. Logan had the story memorized, every year Logan would mouth the words to the story as the mayor would say them. This year, Logan did not, instead, he stood stiff and straight disallowing himself from any movement. Logan did not let himself feel any sort of fear. He hadn’t allowed himself to feel any sort of emotion for quite some time now. Not since he decided to do this. He would not be weak as his father expected him to be. Not anymore. 

Logan watched, disallowing himself to process any information that was being stated by the mayor or Blaise. Logan knew that if he had time to think, he would end up backing out of what he was supposed to do. Logan’s survival instincts would kick in and Logan would continue to be the failure he always had been, and he feared always would be. Blaise stepped to the podium as Logan’s father watched quietly. 

Alike, Logan, his father watched as the reaping began without any expression on his face. Blaise began with the girls, per usual. Logan didn’t pay attention though, he tried not to care. Even though she would be his competition. He tried not to care, in fear that it may result in him caring about other things too. 

Next, Blaise called out volunteers for the boys. Logan could feel his father’s eyes on him as he raised his hand stiffly and strong as Logan spoke in a clear voice, “I volunteer as tribute.”