Following Me In My Desperate Endeavour [Scarlett]

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Finally the day of the Reaping came around again, and the feeling of dread just filled Kurt completely, like it did so every year. His stomach was tighter than usual. Being seventeen, he already had quite a lot of slips with his name on it, but because of him exchanging slips for tessarae? He now had an extra two, and had the equivalent of someone who was in their last year of this suffering, but had no exchanged slips. Kurt just hoped that the odds were going to be in his favour. All he needed was two more years of some luck and then he'd be safe from this horror for the rest of his life.

Usually, in these moments for Kurt, his father would be holding his hand. Like the time during his mother's funeral. No words were said. Just his father holding his hand, and that was enough to calm Kurt down. It then seemed to be something that carried on throughout the years, his father holding onto his hand during each Reaping, and when he turned twelve, his father would refuse to let go of his hand until Kurt was taken away to the pen the Tributes stood during the calling of the names. It was for that reason that Kurt figured why he became that uneasy during the Reapings, his heart pounding, hands shaking, and sweat slowly starting to roll down his back.

After what seemed like an hour, though, it was probably only a quarter of that time, Effie Trinket finally trots out, giving the usual speech before she heads over to the bowl with the girl's names inside. She moves her hand around, and after about a minute, she pulls it out, smoothing the slip out and calling out, loudly and clearly Scarlett Grey

[/b][/i]. Like almost everyone else in District Eight, Kurt turns to watch the poor, unfortunate girl walk onto the stage. Kurt didn't really know her too well, but he did know of her. It was...well, awful to see her up there. It was awful to see anyone up there to be honest. Fucking Hunger Games.

Then, Effie trots her obnoxious Capitol self over to the boy's bowl, and well, nerves just filled Kurt completely, making him feel nauseous. God. Why the hell did it always take her longer to get to that bowl? The pulling and calling of the slip was longer as well. Well..it felt longer. Whether it actually was, Kurt didn't know. Kurt closes his eyes, breathing slowly, not daring to open them until after Effie called out a name, and for the only time in his life, was praying that his name wasn't going to be called. Hearing the ruffling of the slips over the complete silence, Kurt holds his breath, almost feeling like he's about to faint. Effie cleared her throat, about to call out the male Tributes name "Kurt Hummel"[/b][/i].

For a few moments, everything apart from that fucking stage and himself seemed to melt away from the world, and Kurt was completely unable to register the people staring at him, and that his face was now up on those bloody screens. Kurt was only able to get back to reality after one of the boys next to him hissed his name in his ear, and nudged him firmly. Stumbling a little, Kurt walks out of the crowd, slowly making his way up to the stage, stumbling as he walks, his eyes blurring a little from the tears that he was attempting to hold back. Getting up on the stage, Kurt glances at both Scarlett and Effie, glaring a little at the latter before looking throughout the crowd. For some stupid reason, Kurt decides at that moment, it would be a wise idea to let his gaze fall on his father. Looking at him, Kurt recognizes the look on his face; the same look of heartbreak that was on his face when they found about the death of Kurt's mother. Looking down, Kurt chokes slightly on a sob, running his hands down his face quickly to wipe tears from his eyes before looking at the crowd again, not daring to look at his father again. Thankfully, he wasn't crying too much, the only thing showing about it was that his eyes were slightly more red than usual.

"There you go ladies and gentleman, your District Eight tributes -- Scarlett Grey and Kurt Hummel!"[/b][/i]. Wow. Effie sounds way to fucking happy about this -- to Kurt anyway. His mind was just... too filled with negative thoughts. Almost everything would be too cheerful for him at this moment. Effie then turns to look at both him and Scarlett "May the odds be ever in your favor.". Yet again, Kurt glares at Effie, his glare being more intense. Kurt had always hated whenever those words were said by the Capitol. But hearing that now he was such a huge part of the Games? It was one of the worst things that anyone could even say to him. Closing his eyes, Kurt shakes his head closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he realizes that he must have had them closed for a while, seeing as how the only ones here right now were himself and Scarlett. Sighing a little, Kurt looks at Scarlett, before looking down, unable to think of anything to say, not even sure if he should even say anything.

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WORDS:[/b] 904
MUSE:[/b] REMEMBERING SUNDAY[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/b] SCARLETT
NOTES:[/b] Just a warning. Kurt will probably not be very pleasant to Scarlett at all xD [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Scarlett Deja Grey *Awy]

This was not the day that Scarlett had planned for. If she could have, she wouldn't have even gone to the Reaping. Though Elizabeth had made sure that she had gone. Damn her oder sister! Just because the girl was free and clear of the games didn't mean that she had to get any joy out of watching her suffer. She really hated going to these things. Especially with thirty-three slips and her horrible luck. It was sure that she was going to be called and were that the case, she would never see her family again. Well, she wouldn't miss Liz all that much but it was still not like she wanted to die at the young age of sixteen. Though they were starting to pull names now and everyone would be suffering.

Scarlett Grey. Scarlett sighd and walked up to the stage. Death accepted as she was too far depressed now for it to show. Something in the back of her mind muttering in a sing-song like voice. You're going to die. It was doing it over and over and over again until she blocked it out and didn't focus on it. This was just in time to hear the male tribute get called. Kurt Hummel. This boy wasn't someone that she knew. Heck, she didn't even know if she had heard of him at all. This wasn't going to be fun for either of them. Also fuck Effie Trinket and all her stupid capital manners.

There you go ladies and gentleman, your District Eight tributes -- Scarlett Grey and Kurt Hummel! There was a pause. Though Deja knew what was coming next. It made her want to walk over and punch Effie so hard the her wig spu around her head. May the odds be ever in your favor. There was silence after that. The end of the ceremonies never reached her ears. Effie's last words at them echoing through her mind and she didn't like it because she knew that the odds weren't in her favor. They never would be. Also she had no clue what to say to this boy. They didn't know each other. They had no connects and now they were suppose to choose whether or not to work together.

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TAGGED; Kurt
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 408
MUSE; WARZONE
NOTES; this kind of sucks but she is still new.

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Looking over at Scarlett, she didn't look like she was able to speak. Either that or she didn't know what to say. Well..What the hell could she say? They didn't know each other, and therefore, wouldn't know what would be a comfort. Though, Kurt didn't wish that someone he knew would be with him. Because if that were the case? Then Kurt would more than likely just feel like he was in their debt, and therefore wouldn't be able to even think about killing them without hating himself even more than he already would for thinking about killing them in the first place. Not to mention there was the fact that there was a chance they would both die. If the time did come that either of them were in the final two, then Kurt would let them win. Whether he knew them or not. He didn't want to have to kill them at all. He knew that it was going to be tough on his father, but maybe the fact that his death was noble would be some form of comfort.. God. Kurt hated himself for thinking like this. Turning around, Kurt sighs a little, knowing that he was going to have to be the one to speak. "Good luck"

[/b]. He said, only being able to manage a very wry smile. He then sighs, scowling at himself. Wow. That was the worst thing he could've said. "Sorry..."[/b]. He mumbles, not meeting her gaze. After another few awkward moments of silence, Kurt takes a breath, looking at Scarlett. "I guess we should be going to the Justice Building now...They'll be expecting us to say..."[/b] Kurt clears his throat, a sob catching on his voice as he speaks again "To say goodbye"[/b]

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WORDS:[/b] 293
MUSE:[/b] REMEMBERING SUNDAY[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/b] SCARLETT
NOTES:[/b] I know he's nice at the moment? But it will all change soon XD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Scarlett Deja Grey *Awy]

The only good thing that came from standing on this stage was that she might never have to see Elizabeth again. The girl made her so angry again. Especially that smug look of excitement that she had had on her face when they had called Scarlett's name. Was that really how the girl felt? They had never really gotten along but she never thought that Liz would want to see her dead. Apparently she had been wrong all these years. Maybe she could just make something of herself. Part of her wanted to prove to her sister that she was stronger and she could survive this. Though something in her knew that she didn't stand a chance. She was just going to do her best and hoped that everything worked out just fine. Good luck. At this her head snapped up and she looked at Kurt. Did he just speak or did I imagine it? Sorry... She sighed and looked at her feet. It's fine. Not like their is an edicate for situations like this. This was really weird. She wasn't even sure if she had even heard of this boy. Though they were stuck in this together or possibly together. They had to make the best of it. I guess we should be going to the Justice Building now...They'll be expecting us to say... He seemed to be caught on his words. To say goodbye. She looked back at Kurt. We probably should be on our way.

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TAGGED; Kurt
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 294
MUSE; WARZONE
NOTES; hope this one is better

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt didn't want to think about his family. He didn't want to think that the Justice Building was going to be the last time he was going to his father, and his father was soon going to see him die, along with the rest of Panem. And all for some sick entertainment. The people in the Capitol would sit, laughing while stuffing their faces, watching as children from the Districts die, or kill each other, while pretty much everyone in the Districts watched, starving as they hoped that one of their Tributes made it home. It disgusted Kurt, but he wasn't going to complain. It wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't end the Games. It wouldn't fill anyone's stomachs. And it wouldn't overthrow the Capitol. It wouldn't change anything so there was no point complaining about it. "It's fine. Not like their is an edicate for situations like this."

[/b][/i] Kurt laughs weakly, staring at his feet. "I suppose so"[/b] He wasn't sure what to say. Kurt didn't know this girl. If it was Mercedes or Tina that was with him, sure, it would break his heart, but he'd know how to react. And he'd have something else worth fighting for, and he'd fight to get them out alive. But with Scarlett? He didn't know. "We probably should be on our way."[/b][/i] Kurt nods, about to respond when a group of Peacekeepers came along and dragged them off to the Justice Building. Presumably, they were only there to stop the Tributes running away. Kurt didn't know if Tributes had ran away before, seeing as he couldn't remember it happening, but he assumed they did, and it was probably covered up. Walking into the Justice Building, he nods at Scarlett, before they're both dragged off into their separate rooms to say good bye.

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WORDS:[/b] 300
MUSE:[/b] REMEMBERING SUNDAY[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/URL]
TAGS:[/b] SCARLETT
NOTES:[/b] I'm too lazy to post much more here, and the sad will kill my muse, haha. So, I'll leave it for the next post.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]