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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Jan 27, 2012 23:56:24 GMT
  The Reaping was an event that Lucy was use to. She had been to quite. This was to be her last one and then she was home free. She was so close that she could almost taste it. It was odd that she wasn't really all that worried. Though she only had the required number of slips for a person her age in the bin. So, her chances weren't that greater than anyone elses. That was one thing that she had going for her. There wasn't really much else though. It was just going to have to be what it was and then she would see what that was when the time came. The little capital bitch was trotting about the stage. Not even having realized that her wig wasn't on straight. It made Lucy laugh. Though she couldn't rightly let people see her or they might think that she was nuts. Effie's hand was in the female bowl. Time seemed to slow as she twirled the pieces of paper about between her fingers. Then she finally picked a slip. Lucille Fabray. A single auible laugh escaped her lips as she started to move towards the stage. It was too late to stop people from thinking she was crazy. Once in place, Effie began to do the same with the male names. It was almost like she got some sick pleasure out of sending kids to their death. The name was called. Marcus Black. She didn't even know the name being called. Then again it was probably easier for her to not know the person being sent to the slaughter with her. Well everyone! Your Tributes for District Two: Lucille Fabray and Marcus Black! May the odds be ever in your favor. Then everything ended and everyone started to clear away. The space growing emptier by the minute and there was nothing that could be done to change that. She didn't really care anymore. May the odds be ever in your favor. She repeated the words loud enough for both of them to hear before she started to laugh.
TAGGED; Marcus STATUS; Complete! WORDS; 364 MUSE; WARZONENOTES; hope this is okay
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Post by Marcus Alexander Black [Away] on Feb 5, 2012 13:27:27 GMT
  For Marcus, Reaping Day wasn't something he thought about an awful lot. He didn't really feel anything towards it. Sure, it kind of sucked that if you were chosen, there was a high chance you were going to die, but really. There wasn't anything to be done. It was just a fact of life. He had a few extra slips for people of his age, but Marcus wasn't bothered. If he didn't get chosen? Awesome. Another year of probably not dying. If he did? Then he was going to play to win. Simple as.
As Effie trotts out on the stage, Marcus covers his mouth with his hand, biting down on the skin of his palm to stop himself from erupting into laughter. She looks ridiculous most of the time, but now, with that damn lop-sided wig? It was impossible not to laugh. A few of the other boys were staring at him, but he didn't care. This was hilarious. Okay...He had to calm down. Any minute now, two unlucky fucks were going to be sent to a possible death. He didn't want to seem like a heartless dick because he was lauging. He'd never laugh at anyone dying -- unless, it was in a comedic fashion --it was just sick.
As Effie rakes through the female's bowl, Marcus watches, waiting for the name to be called " Lucille Fabray"
[/b][/i]. Hearing a laugh, Marcus turns around, raising his eyebrow a little, with a slight smirk. Okay, He didn't know what she was laughing at, but either way, it amused Marcus to some extent. Then, Effie repeats the process with the male's names. Marcus narrows his eyes, not taking his eyes off her hand when she drew the slip out. The unfolding of it seemed to take years, but eventually, Effie looks up and calls out with her stupid Captiol accent. "Marcus Black."[/b][/i] Well. That was it. He was part of the Games. He was either going to die, or come out victorious. The latter was more likely. He'd been training since birth. Like pretty much all of the Career Districts, Marcus didn't care that it was against the rules. It just made sure he'd win. Either way, whether he lived or died, this was his last Reaping. He was going to be free from the Games either way. Making his way out of the crowd, Marcus bites down on his lip, struggling to contain his laughter, chuckling a little to himself. He joins Lucille on stage, standing about a foot an a half away from her. "Well everyone! Your Tributes for District Two: Lucille Fabray and Marcus Black! May the odds be ever in your favour"[/b][/i]. Marcus says nothing, and just smiles at the crowd. Waving for the camera. Getting the audiences to favour him right away. He needs sponsors for when he was in the arena anyway. Marcus watches as the crowd thins, until there was pretty much no-one else there. Sooner or later, he and Lucille were going to have to go to the Justice Building. But not now. Talking for a while might be good. Maybe not. Best to wait and see really. "May the odds be ever in your favor. "[/b][/i]/ Marcus turns his head to look at her, slightly raising an eyebrow, before he starts to laugh along with her. Did they look completely and utterly mental? More than likely. Did Marcus care? Fuck no. After calming down a little, Marcus wipes his eye "Same for you"[/b]
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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Mar 8, 2012 5:04:33 GMT
This whole things was stupid. Sure this was what she had been trying for since she was old enough to hold a knife but that didn't change the fact that she still might have to die. There were six careers and only one winner. She didn't kno if she was the best that the careers had to offer but there was nothing that could be done to change the odds now. She would have to face this head on and just hope that she was good enough to survive and come home. Not everyone would be that lucky but they might have a long run in this game and that was all that there was to it. This laughter was making her seem a little bit on the insane side. Not that she really cared. She was being sent into an arena where it is kill or be killed. There isn't many sane people that would have the skills to survive something like this. Would this boy be of any use to her to reach a higher level in the games. Same for you. Then she stopped laughing and looked at the boy. Marcus, she believed his name was. So, do you have any useful skills or are you just going to weight me down in the arena?
TAGGED; Marcus STATUS; Complete! WORDS; 233 MUSE; WARZONENOTES; hope this is okay
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Post by Marcus Alexander Black [Away] on Mar 11, 2012 16:59:24 GMT
The Games were a joke. Marcus really just.. He couldn't even begin to describe how he felt about them. One thing he did feel though, they shouldn't have the lesser districts in the arena. They were only going to die really early and actually serve no purpose in the Games, and have no entertainment. No, Marcus felt like thye should just get kids from the Career districts. It would be more entertaining for the Capitol, and he would actually be faced with a challenge. " So, do you have any useful skills or are you just going to weight me down in the arena?"
[/b][/i]. Marcus narrows his eyes. "Who the hell do take me for? Of course I have skills! I'm not some rat from District Twelve, or whatever."[/b]
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