Born to Die || Hunger Games x Reader

The Reaping of Grain Girl

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"Pretty When You Cry — Lana Del Rey"
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Brought to you live from the Capitol...

"Lady's and gentlemen!" announces a man in a loud voice. Everything from his hair to his eyelashes shines in a bright golden colour, and his suit is a glittery midnight blue, like stars in the night sky. This man is Caesar Flickerman. "With the Reaping right around the corner we've decided to kick off the festivities this year with a very special guest. Say 'hello' to your new head gamemaker, Thelma Whittleleaf!"

There  are cheers and screams from the crowd. Everyone is craning their neck and standing up to catch a glimpse of the woman walking on stage. She has sea green hair and green eyes. She is wearing a sea green mermaid dress with a leg slit and a sweetheart neckline, exposing much of her pale skin which is partially covered by patches of teal scales on her arms, legs, chest, and even creeping up her neck. With her face still young and unwrinkled she is the definition of Capitol Beauty. She gracefully lowers herself into the seat opposite Caesar and waves at the audience with a bright white smile.

"Hello, Thelma, it's lovely to have you on the show tonight, and can I just say you look absolutely ravishing," says Caesar.

Thelma giggles, covering her mouth with her hand in a 'ladylike' fashion. "Why, thank you, Caesar, it really is my greatest pleasure, and might I add that you look very handsome yourself this evening. I'm loving the gold, really."

Caesar places a hand on his chest. "Thank you, I'm loving the gold too." The audience break out into laughter as Caesar flashes them a cheeky grin. "Now, Thelma, this is your first year as head gamemaker, yes?"

"That is correct, Caesar."

"Excellent, would you be able to give us any clues as to what we may have in store for the games this year?"

Thelma laughs. "That's for me to know, and you to find out. Call it classified information, shall we?"

"Not even the tiniest hint?"

"My lips are sealed," she says, pretending to lock her lips and throw away the key.

Caesar pouts. "Shame. Well in that case, could you tell us what your hoping for in the tributes this year?"

"Certainly. I honestly want to see some strong tributes from the outlying districts this year. In fact, this year I want someone from the outlying districts to win."

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Somewhere in District 9...

Y/N POV

You awake to the shrill screams of the girl next door. The Miller family, you know them well. This year their little girl, Tilly, she's twelve and it will be her first time going to the Reaping as someone who may be picked. You let out a large huff, knowing that her screams will wake up your little sister. Your prediction is proven correct when you start to hear the wails of a baby from a few rooms down the hall.

You roll out of bed, wishing that you could stay in a little longer as your cold feet touch the ground. You look to the other side of the bed, the side that your older sister sleeps on, and find it empty, with the thin blanket still tucked firmly under the mattress. Gin never came home last night which means she must have spent the night at her boyfriend's house, and Barric was probably out running some last minute errands, since he hasn't immediately calmed down Zea.