And so begins the Beginning of the End [Lyric]

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Reaping day. Which meant that every 12-18 year, unless they were lucky enough to live in the Capitol was worried for their lives, or in the case of some familes, they're younger siblings. Such was the case with Rory. His second youngest brother had turned 13 this very year, and as such, he was going to have two slips of paper bearing his name in that dreaded jar. His youngest brother was only 11, so he was lucky. He wouldn't have to worry about being entered until next year. Rory however was trying his best to make sure that Ardal was safe for this year, and as such, he had entered himself for some tesserae. One for each member of his family. His mother, his Father, his two Brothers, and of course, himself. So that meant that 25 slips of paper bearing his name had gone into the jar, which was hopefully enough to at least make sure that he would beat Ardal. He hoped that the odds would be in their favour, and that like last year, they wouldn't be picked, and they would be able to be safe for another year.

The time soon came for them to make their way to the town square. Once their, the two brothers were seperated. Ardal placed toward the back, and Rory himself placed nearer to the front. His heart was beating frantically now. He knew though that he had to keep composure. If he showed any signs of weakness, and he was picked, he would have made himself an easy target, and he would be picked of toward the beginning of the games.

When the clock struck two, the mayor got up, and like all the years before, he began to tell the same story. When he was younger, and not in danger of taking part, Rory had always listened to the Mayor. He had even listened when he had first started being eligable for the games, but now, he made it look like he was listening, for the sake of the cameras, but he couldn't hear a word that he was saying. And then. The time came. As was custum, the girl tribute was chosen first. He barely heard the name being called out, but he still caught it. Lyric Hutchinson Rory watched as a girl, who couldn't be older than him by more than a year, walk up to the podium, and take her place. And then it was the boys turn. His heart was beating so heart, he thought that it was going to leap out of his chest. The blood was pounding in his ears. The slip of paper was pulled out, and the name was called Rory Flanagan

He almost fainted there and then, but he managed to steady himself. Keeping his eyes forward, and trying not to look into the crowd, where he knew his parents would be standing. He stepped onto the stage, and kept his eyes forward as he heard Effie say, And there you have it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you your District 12 tributes. There's a slight pause as a ripple of applause spreads throughout the crowd, before Effie then turned to us and said, And may the odds be ever in your favour

Words: 568
Muse: N/A
Tag: Lyric
Notes: N/A

[Lyric Valentine Hutchinson*Awy]

It was that day of the again. the day she dreaded above all other. Mainly because it was the day that had lead her father to his death. Also it was the day that her cousin had been chosen and in the end won the damn games. This in turn lead to hr mother's suicide. That was how she ended up living in the richer part of District Twelve despite that she had been born in the Seam. Though she hated living with them. Aaron wasn't so bad then again he understood unlike the other people she lived with. Maybe it was a good thing that he was the mentor to the future tributes. He would do them right unlike his mentor did to him.

Lyric Hutchinson. Her name rang in her ears and it took her a moment to move herself. She felt Aaron's eyes on her the entire time that she was moving towards the stage. the whispers followed her as well. She knew what they were saying. Her father only made it to third place. or Her cousin in a winner. It runs in the family. All this made her want to do was punch them all in the face. Though she told herself to save her rage for the fight. It would be more useful there.

Once she was in place, they pulled the next slip to call the male tribute. Rory Flanagan. She didn't know the boy personally but there in the same year in school despite being of different ages. There was no emotion between the two as he fell into place next to her. It was known that tributes tended to have a chance of knowing each other. Especially the older ones who had gone through this more than a few times.

The speeches were given as they did at every reaping. Though she had zoned out to the point where Lyric never even heard them say may the odds be with you. Then she turned to Rory after the crowd had cleared away. They were both still silent for a few moments. So, how shall we do this? Work together until one of us dies? She hated to sound so morbid but one or both of them would die.

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TAGGED; Rory <3
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 398
MUSE;WARZONE
NOTES; Better than I expected for her

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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

As she walked toward the podium, Rory could hear whispering running throughout the crowd, though to be honest, he wasn’t really paying attention. He caught the odd word, like Third place and Cousin and he couldn’t help but think, that maybe she had a better chance of surviving these games then he did, or at the very least, she had a bigger chance of getting further than him. And knowing his luck, he was going to get killed near to the beginning. Once his name was called and he was up on the podium, he got his first real look at her. In a way he felt relatively lucky. He didn’t know her personally, he was in her year at school, which luckily meant that there was no emotion between the two, but he wasn’t an idiot. Most likely, by the end of their time together in the training center, they were going to know each other in some sort of sense. Once the crowd had filed out, and it was just the two of them left together on the stage, he heard a voice coming from her end of the stage, So, how shall we do this? Work together until one of us dies? Well, she was direct and to the point. In a way, that would work in their favor. It meant that she would be able to give him her opinions straight away. He turned to face her and said, Sounds like a plan But before he could say anything else, some Peacekeepers came and took them away to the Justice Building, where they would be able to make their final goodbyes.

Once in the building, he was directed into a side room, and told to wait for whoever was going to see him off. First into the room were his Mother, his Father and his two Brothers. His youngest brother already had red streak marks on his face. He had obviously already been crying, and it was all Ardal could do to hold it together. After a brief exchange of words, during which Mahon had cried many times, they just sat together in the room, all perfectly aware that this could be the last time this was going to happen. After a while, a White clad Peacekeeper entered the room, and his parents were called away. Just as she was leaving, his mother finally broke down, and by the time she was out of the room, her eyes were red. After that he was told that he had someone else waiting for him. He was, surprised at this. He had never been the most popular boy, and he couldn’t think of anyone that would want to say goodbye to him. Soon after, the visiter walked in. And Rory stood up. It was Caitlyn. Someone he hadn’t spoken to for about a year now. He didn’t know why they had stopped talking. But they had just gradually grown apart. Caitlyn. What are you doing here? “Well, I couldn’t very well let you leave without saying goodbye could I.” But…We haven’t spoken for months. Why now. She didn’t say anything, but he already knew the answer. Because this could very well be the last time that they were going to see each other. “I want you to have this. Maybe it could be your district token. I can’t think of any reason why they wouldn’t let you have it” and with that, she reached around to the back of her neck, and unclasped the necklace hanging around her neck. “Good luck Rory. And when you come back, make sure it isn't in a wooden box.” Then she kissed him on the cheek, and was gone. He turned the necklace over in his hands. It was simple. The district 12 seal, stamped onto bronze. He clasped it around his neck, and once again took his seat.

But that was it for him. He had never been the most popular boy, and after a few more minutes on his own, the same Peacekeeper returned and motioned for him to follow. He was directed into the train station, and ushered onto the train. He was shown to his room, and told to make himself look presentable. He was expected for dinner in Half-an-Hour. ‘Great’ he thought to himself. But might as well get it over with. He had a quick shower, and flattened down his hair, put on a suit that had been left for him, and once again hung Caitlyn’s necklace around his neck. After a few more minutes, he was called to dinner. He was taken through the train and shown into a room, where a middle aged looking man was waiting for him. ‘Must be the mentor’ he guessed. He took a seat next to him, and waited for Lyric to show up.

Words: 798
Muse: Rue’s Lullaby (Piano accompaniment)
Tagged: Lyric
Notes: None

[Lyric Valentine Hutchinson*Awy]

Sometimes Lyric hated the fact that her family was well known for tragedy. The father killed in the games before she was born. Mother who suicided after her cousin won the games. The uncles that she had to deal with that didn't really care about her. Only saw her as a way to get tesserae. This was how she got where she was. She didn't want to be here but she really had no choice. No one who's name got pulled ever had a choice. Unless someone was willing to volunteer, though she had no one. No one really cared about the little orphan girl from the Seam. That was what she was to everyone in this town. Sounds like a plan. She was looking at her feet. It was too hard to focus on any one thing that she had around her. Then I believe we have a deal.

A short time later they were taken off to the room where people came to see them. Lyric sat there alone as she made tiny braids in her hair. She honestly wasn't expecting to have anyone come to see her. Anyone that cared was long since dead and gone. It had probably been a good half hour when she heard the door knob jiggle and she looked up to see who it could be. It had to just be some one coming to get her for the train. That was it. The hour was up and it was time to go to the train. Though the door pushed open and she saw the familiar face of her cousin's best friend, Theodore. The only reason the boy was here was because he sort of had a thing for her. However, she figured it was better than no one. No words were exchanged between the two as he stepped forward. A bracelet was clipped around her left wrist before she had even realized that he had touched it. She looked at it. A small District 12 charm was attached. She looked up at him and was trying to figure out why he was sad. They never really spoke much. Though as he kissed her forehead, she felt the tears but still allowed him to leave the room without breaking the silence.

When the Peacekeeper came to take her away, Lyric knew the man quite well. It was one of her uncles. Though she didn't fight him, she didn't speak to him. She just allowed him to lead her off to the train. It was all that really mattered anyways. The less she struggled the less of a threat she looked like and she wanted people to underestimate her. Once she was aboard the train, she was shown to her and a told to get ready for dinner. It was that hard for her to get ready. She changed into something nice yet comfortable and brushed her hair out. Leaving the room, she ran into her cousin. He was one of the two mentors that District Twelve currently had. It was odd to have two but they felt good to have the two as one was a drunk and one was her cousin who might actually be helpful to them.

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TAGGED; Rory <3
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 556
MUSE;WARZONE
NOTES; there is something

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