The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

[TR] Districts 5 through 8

District 5, Panem

The mayor stood overhead– booming into the microphone as his voice had echoed throughout the masses.

"Hello, kids, boys, girls, all, short and tall. Let's get this show on the round, huh? I don't have to give you the speel– none of the sort, we've got a very, very busy schedule today." The mayor had yelled over the intercom as all the children were holding their hands to their head– trying not to let their eardrums burst at the sound of the mayor's inconsiderate pitch.

He was already digging his hand through the sifts of papers in the bowl, his index and middle finger dipped into the bowl as he pulled a slip of paper from out of it. Opening it gradually just as his voice had charged up again–

"Nucleo Chondriuh! Congratulations!"

As he looked out to the crowd– he could see a boy towering over the masses, his hazel eyes circling around as he kept a cordial smile– taking off a Bollman hat, that was strapped with a browned color, almost like it was off a ripening vegetable– very similar as it dangled off the band of his hat. His hair had been disheveled underneath the brim of his hat, his hair was in streaks of brunette and blond ends.

He was wearing an embroidered coat that had cuffed sleeves, the lapel layered with a different material that had cushioned the inside of his body. The undershirt had been brightened– visibly enough for the crowds to see as he stepped up, holding his hat in his hands as he stood up in front of the crowd. A charismatic smile charming the masses as they had reduced to his gaze.

"For our next tribute.." The mayor had looked into the bowl, delighted to see that he had caught the attention of the little ones in front of him. "Scarlett-Rose Biggins!"

The crowd dispersed for a moment– as they all looked upward– all to see a little girl, who had been taller than what they believed. Her maroon eyes watching the ground for a moment as she stood idly.

She pressed her hands together, mumbling underneath her breath as if to ask for a higher authority to guide her as she stepped out from the masses.

Her hair was tattered, a silver color that streaked down along the sides of her hair as locks of hair– dropped below her, two waves of hair resting on the back of her head as a whole bed of hair had remained strewn on her scalp.

She wore overalls that had been dropped to her waistband as they were tucked in, wearing a striped sweater that was made quite poorly. The wool had been strewn, and the fibers had been falling apart, but its burgundy and beige colors had remained prominent as she continued to step up the stairs– her eyes watching the crowds behind her as she kept her hands, trembling in front of her– finally stepping up next to the mayor as she lowered her gaze. 

District 6, Panem

In the stead of the mayor, who wasn't able to make it today– from an unspecified sequence of events– someone else– presumably, a person in a similar level of authority of the mayor, stood in front of the crowd– a look of disgust on her face as she swiped the papers– quick and in a swift motion in her hand.

"Male." She called out, making sure everyone was listening. "John-Paul Brian Cushing."

Children looked over at a boy, whose demeanor looked unperturbed as he stood there– stone-faced, his eyes dimmed, and perhaps its last light had went out the moment his name was called.

But at the same time, there was a stern nature to the way he looked to the ground as he looked over at everyone else, closing his eyes once again as he revealed the soothed oak color that emanated in his irises.