District 1 Reapings

Cashmere Linden, Victor of the 64th Hunger Games

Cashmere stood, her feet solidly planted on the ground, nervously fidgeting with her braid. She had won the games 11 years prior rather easily, but she now lacked the youth that she once possesed. Could she survive the games again if her name was picked? She didn't know how to answer that question. District 1's escort gave a short introductory speech to the population of District 1, about twenty thousand people. Then, she walked over to the female's reaping bowl. District 1 had only three living female victors; the odds were not in Cashmere's favor. Cashmere squeezed her fists to distract herself as the escort walked over to the microphone and smoothed out the square of tightly folded paper that she had fished from the reaping bowl.

"Your female tribute is Ms. Cashmere Linden," she proclaimed, turning her head around and making eye contact with the victor whose name she had called.

Cashmere exited her section and walked up to her escort's side, her heels clicking over the cement ground and echoing around the square like thunder. When the escort asked for volunteers, there were none. Cashmere decided that she would muster up her old self again. She would be the Cashmere Linden that everyone knew and loved. When the escort asked her how she felt about being reaped, she put on a smile and cracked her knuckles.

Gloss Linden, Victor of the 63rd Hunger Games

Although Gloss hated to admit it, he absolutely dreaded the concept of going back into the arena. He was promised by the Capitol that the rest of his life would be smooth sailing from the moment he won the Hunger Games, and he tried to believe that that was true. But, deep down, he had always known that the Capitol was not that forgiving. Gloss watched as his sister walked up to the microphone beside their escort. None of the victors should have been there. It was all Katniss' fault. But, he couldn't think about that now. He had more important things to worry about. Gloss stood by as their escort approached the men's reaping bowl and plucked one of the slips of paper. District 1 had five living male victors.

When the escort read the name to herself, she froze for the tiniest millisecond. She tried to hide it, but Gloss had already noticed it. It was a look of surprise. The escort glanced up at Cashmere, then at Gloss, and wrinkled her forehead in confusion before reading the name out loud.

"Your male tribute is Mr. Gloss Linden," she said, and Gloss froze in place for a moment. He walked up to his sister's side and shook hands with her. Inside of him, he felt a sense of spite for the unforgiving, ruthless Capitol and their sick, twisted ways.

Nothing more entertaining that watching two siblings try to kill each other.

Here's District 1, with Cashmere and Gloss! I hope you've enjoyed. This will be a relatively short story, with only twelve chapters. Until next time :)