District 6 Reaping | Ismene Star
I always enjoy arriving into six. Being the district for transportation, their train station, cars and roads are nearly the same standard as that of the Capitol. Nearly. It makes a nice change from the other districts anyway, some of which apparently haven't mastered the art of laying down a proper road. It's a smooth ride to the Justice Building and, having caught up with the schedule, my prep team has time to work on me this time, and I feel much more confident about facing the cameras.
When the time has come, I motion for a few peacekeepers to join me, and head through the doors and onto the stage. There's a larger square here than in the districts I visited yesterday. The faces are the same, though. Some laughing, safe in the knowledge that they're very unlikely to get reaped, some utterly terrified, knowing the amount of tesserae they've taken out means their name is in the bowl more than their fair share of times. Not that it matters to me, either way.
"Welcome, district six, to the 85th Annual Hunger Games!" I open my arms wide. "It's great to be back, no matter for how short a time it might be. I trust Mayer Star has already read the Treaty of Treason?" I glance over my shoulder to the Mayer, sitting at the back of the stage. He nods.
"Very well! Let's not waste any more time." I walk a short distance to the bowl containing the girls names, and pull out a name. Unfolding it, I'm surprised. The second name... I recognise it. I smirk.. the Capitol's gonna love this. I bring my face close to the microphone, and read out the slip of paper.