"Falcon Sinclair, named after the bird of prey and appropriately so. He's fierce, strong, and if he gets his hands on any form of knives extremely deadly. Lives up to his nickname "The Golden Falcon" and the knives become almost extensions of his ha...
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It was the morning of the reaping of the 52nd annual Hunger Games. The hot sun beating down on the backs of the boys and girls crowds, sweat making some clothes cling to the lightly tanned skin of the district 10 children. An 18 year old Trixella Brookes was stood toward the back of the crowd as it was arranged by ages, youngest up front and oldest in the back. Her older sister Willow was mixed in with the crowd of adults, seeing as she was 23.
Their parents had been dead for a few years then, their mother was a terminally ill woman and their father died in a freak work accident. Willow had taken excellent care of her younger sister, with the help of her long term boyfriend Ryker. Ryker was 23, he had no more opportunities to be in the Hunger Games which he was thankful for. He was at the way back with all the adults and children too young to have their names in the drawing.
With him was Trixella's two nephews, Apollo an 8 year old and Falcon a 3 year old. Willow and Ryker had Apollo when they were 15, and five years later at 19 came Falcon. Their sons had never met their grandparents, seeing as both of them had died before Apollo was born and Ryker was orphaned as a child. Apollo had his father's light brown hair and hazel eyes, but his mother's complexion and nose. Falcon had his mother's blonde hair and dimples, but had his father messy hair texture. It was obvious both boys would be as tall as their father when they grew up, and they would be just as handsome. Although Falcon had the same blue eyes as Trixella, and not the honey brown of his mother or hazel of his father.
The district 10 escort was a tall darker skinned individual, they had a heavy face of extravagant makeup. Their outfit resembled that of fur, fur was not the most practical to wear in 10 but the escort only came once a year. Trixella had zoned out during the speech, it was repeated every goddamn year so it was easy not to pay attention.
"I know you all didn't come here to listen to me go on so, let's begin with the gentleman shall we?" The escort said smoothly, as if a predator were stalking its prey.
They stuck a perfectly manicured hand into the large fish bowl containing hundreds of names of the district 10 boys. All of the poor boys looked terrified that perhaps their name would be the one picked from the glass bowl. The heavy sound of platform heels on the stage echoed through the open stage area, the escort had reach the old fashioned microphone and began to unwrap the unlucky name of the poor boy.
"Stefan Atlas." Was the name spoken as their male tribute.
Trixella knew Stefan, they went to school together, they sometimes worked together to. She worked with a mean old man named Rudy at the butcher shop, she would cut up the meat of the animals with an assortment of knives and cleavers. Trixella was scarily skilled in her knife work, you would think that the knives were extensions of her fingers. And Stefan would bring in the dead animals for Trixella and Rudy to begin working with, it would be hard to find someone who did their job as well as Stefan after he died in the arena.
