IN WHICH,
marina worthe is picked in the reaping to compete in the 70th annual hunger games.
OR IN WHICH,
finnick odair will stop at nothing to ensure marina gets out of that arena alive.
finnick odair...
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The Hunger Games. An annual trip to hell for everyone, inside the arena and out. Today, marks the seventieth reaping. Reaping, an event in which all districts gather in their town's square and await two tributes to be pulled from a pool of names that consist of every twelve-eighteen year old in the district.
How unfortunate for me, considering that my nineteenth birthday is a year an a month. And this means my fate lies in the expensive white fur gloves of District 4's escort, Inez Blune.
There's a large screen off right of the stage, illuminating flashes of past games, and coverage of the great war in which the idea for the games of hunger were concieved. Once it fades to black, Inez steps back in front of the microphone, swooshing her imaginary long hair over her shoulder. She's wearing a bright blue wig, and a sparkly body suit to match it. Her wig is teased up to fall no lower than the tips of her ears. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor." She says in a pirssy Capitol accent, then she takes a half step to the left, "ladies first."
She sweeps over to the girls' reaping ball, her body suit leaving a trail of glitter dust behind her. With a small wink to the audience, she dives her gloved hand into the large bowl and swirls it around for good luck. She pulls her pick out, and steps back in front of the microphone before unfolding it.
