District 11 Reaping | Arthur Greller
(OOC: This is the last one. It will not delay your upcoming tasks.)
One more. One more reaping, and then the Games can truly begin. I don't doubt that the excitement is showing on my face, a fact that isn't going down too well with the crowd standing in front of the stage. We'd had our female tribute, now it was time for the male. There were definitely some out there who looked like they could handle themselves in a fight. Some who looked like they could take me down. But at the same time, as always, there were the scrawny ones. The underfed. The ones whose odds were not in their favour when it came to making it out of the cornucopia alive.
I move to the ball, and pull out a slip of paper, returning to the microphone stand to read out the name.