Thread: District 2

Name Emme St. Croix Location District 2, her house in the Victor's Circle. Attire Highheeled, soft leather boots, reaching her knees, tight black leggings, navy silk blouse. DateTime Reaping Day Morning. Tagging Open Tension had been coiled tight in her stomach. Ever since she'd first heard of the special rules for the centennial Hunger Games, she'd been dreading this day even more than usual. She'd been making her niece promise not to volunteer almost daily. Now Emme was fidgeting, fussing over her hair and clothes. It was one of the few things she was completely in control of and.. Yes, appearances mattered, especially when it came down to the Victors. People would be looking at them. The Capitol loved them, and any sensible victor wanted to keep it that way. Looking in the mirror, she studied the blond hair waving down her back, the blouse falling nicely over her body. It was open to show the tattoo at her throat, but no cleavage, not today. Subtly sexy, but serious. A good look for a Reaping Day. Once they reached the Capitol they'd expect more bold looks from her. Her fingers brushed through the blonde locks again, and then she made herself turn away. It didn't matter that much. 30 minutes ago she'd been on the phone with a Victor from Four, one of her closest friends. They'd managed to ease some of the tension in each other, but it was returning to her quickly. And now she didn't have time anymore to do something, to keep herself busy. For a moment she understood those Victors, that found comfort in a bottle. But that would never be Emme. She hated the loss of control more than she needed to relieve the tension. After seven years, she knew how to deal with it. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out. Her parents would be at her brother's house. They'd make their way to the Reaping ceremony together, be there for Michelle. The young girl was now almost the same age Emme had been when she'd volunteered. Even though you trained and was prepared, the prospect of the Hunger Games would be daunting to anyone. She remembered the thundering of her heart as she'd raised her hand, calling out loud and clear. I volunteer .. It was the point of no return. But Michelle wouldn't volunteer, and even if she was Reaped.. Surely there'd be some other girl ready to volunteer. Instead of standing with her family, Emme would have to take her place at the other side of the crowd. The VIP area near the stage, where she and the other victors from Two would have an excellent view on the tributes. Her pace was calm as she walked, all lush hip movement. Her face serious, but there was warmth in her expression. The camera found her as she crossed the square, and she winked for the audience. Now that she approached the other victors, she kept the smile on her face. In a hundred years of Hunger Games, there had been about 18 to 20 victors from District Two. Eleven of which were still alive, that included her. She didn't like all of them, and certainly not all of them liked her. But for the camera's and the occasion they all greeted each other like friends. They'd all be going to the Capitol for the Games and they'd all be trying to get District Two's team home safely. Their representative from the Capitol stepped onto the stage. By now the square had filled with people. Boys on one side, Girls on the other. The atmosphere was practically humming with anxiety. Emme could hear a few parents or trainers shouting encouragements. Her gaze scanned the crowd, easily finding Michelle and further back, melted between the rest of the people her brother, his wife, their parents. Her smile dimmed and looked back at the Capitol rep, Zarina. Her face had been adorned with jewels, which made Emme wonder if she'd been applying for the spot in District One this year. Now this woman craved attention, even for Capitol standards, why else would she wear jewels on her face. And she didn't like Emme at all, because Emme had a tendency to upstage her. Emme pursed her lips slightly and waited. The reaping was about to begin.