The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Reapings: District 1

I do not own the idea of the hunger games, however the characters and what happens to them are my ideas.

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Ruby Shimmer's POV

A grin plastered on my face, I sit in front if the tv, with my family. President Snow is about to announce what the quarter quell will be! I am too old to be in the games, as I turned 19 two weeks ago, but it will still be fun to watch.

President Snow hobbles onto a polished stage, his dark eyes glittering under the blazing lights. My eyes are glued to the screen as he heads over to the microphone in the centre of the stage.

He clears his throat and I wrinkle my nose in disgust as I notice a little splash of blood dripping onto his hands. He wipes it away hastily. Poor president snow, he's obviously getting older, I wish he wouldn't though he's such an inspiring President! He taps the microphone before saying, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

His fingers run over the white envelope he is clenching which contains the twist for this year's quarter quell. He rips it open, the harsh sound sending a shiver across Panem.

"The 100th Hunger games and 4th Quarter Quell will be that tributes between the ages of 11 and 40 will be reaped. To make it even more exciting there will not be a bowl of boy tributes and a bowl full of girl tributes, there will be only be one bowl. So it could be a all girls or all boys games!" He says, as the Capitol audience roars with excitement.

Taking in the information, I process what he has said. Tributes between the ages 11 and 40. I can compete in these games! I grin excitedly, I can compete! I can win! I can bring pride, joy and patriotism to my very own district!

My sister, Emerald, notices my excited expression and realises that I am going to volunteer. She engulfs me in a hug. "I will be so proud of you, Ruby! What an honour!"

Emerald breaks away from me, her face crackling with sadness. "But Ruby... Surely the trainers will pick someone from the academy." She says, her face losing its glow.

Gulping, I say, "Well I did used to go there... It can't hurt to try and get them to pick me!" I say, pleadingly, convincing myself more than her.

Before anybody can stop me I dash out of the house, towards the academy. Storming through the doors, I sprint down the corridors. My breathing rate heightened, I sway my head side to side. The door to my left has a sign saying, 'Head Trainer: Saffron Takkon'. If I remember rightly she always picked who would volunteer at the reaping.

I knock loudly on the door and almost immediately she swings it open. "Ruby, how can I help you?" Saffron says, her baby blue eyes tired and puffy.

"I was.. er... wondering if you would let me volunteer at the reaping," I say, my voice croaky from the excitement.

She nods, understandingly. "Come on in, I can't let you have the honour straight away. I have to ask you a few questions first."

I step inside the room. It is a cream colour with plush sofas and desks crowded around, finished with large computers. I sit down where Saffron is pointing too, sinking into the blue sofa.

"So. Ruby tell me, why you would volunteer for the games." She asks, her dark eyebrows questioning me, her eyes staring into my soul.

I shift uncomfortably, "Well, I am older than than the normal tribute would be, but not to old to be fit enough to survive the games."

"Good," She murmurs and writes something into a notebook. "What is the weapon you are the best at?"

"I am good at a wide variety of weapons, however the sword is probably my strongest," I say, vainly, flicking my hair sassily. Well, I have to make a good impression don't I?

Saffron writes down some other things, before asking, "So tell me, Ruby, do you have a lot of experience in survival skills?"

"Yes, of course. I know how to hunt, I can run very fast and I'm a good tree climber." I say, proudly.

She smiles. "Congratulations, Ruby you can volunteer! Good luck, I'm sure you'll do amazing and make our district proud!"

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Bronze Cayne's POV

Arrogantly, I push through the crowds, my bronze hair sparkling in the dazzling sun. That's why my parents called me Bronze - because I've always been a beautiful human being with stunningly bronze hair. My muscles ripple as I push small children out of my way. How I would love to stamp on their small brains and watch them squirm in pain. Anyway, I strut my way over to the table, where you get your blood test taken before the annual reaping.

A peacekeeper grabs my hand as I glare at him, how dare they touch me without my permission.

"You may pass," The peacekeeper says. I rip my hand away from him, considering spitting on the foul man, before remembering what I'm here for.

Smirking, I stride my way over to were all the 20-30 year olds stand.

I stand next to a man, whose head is held high however you could tell he was a nervous wreck. Who wouldn't be when you might have the chance you could go into the hunger games, when you look like a little frail chicken who could be put against a man like me? Well no need to fret, chicken, I'm going to volunteer.

Placed on the grand stage sits a giant bowl, full of slips. To be honest, I don't know why they bother. I'm going to volunteer anyway.

There is a loud horn, as our escort Violetta hops onto stage. She giggles with excitement, as I roll my eyes. Get on with it, stupid woman. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" She exclaims, in her ridiculous Capitol accent.

"First of all we have a video, all the way from the Capitol!" She says, pointing up towards the large screen above her.

The same old video is played. War. Rebels. Then the peace. It comes to an end and she skips over to the bowl, with the reaping slips in.

"Now we will commence with the reaping!" She shrieks, her magenta lips babbling nonsense I cannot be asked to listen to. Her pale hand fumbles around in the bowl for a while until her hand finds a slip.

"The first tribute representing district 1 will be Joy-" She starts, her violet hair billowing in the crisp spring air.

I step forward to scream 'I volunteer' but someone has already ran forward and the shouted the words which were about to escape my lips. Peasant. Next time I have to be quicker.

"OOOHHHH! How exciting a volunteer!" Violetta says, fluffing up her fake hair.

A girl, probably around my age skips onto stage, a cute grin planted on her face.

"And what's your name and age?" Violetta asks, sticking her microphone into her face.

"Ruby Shimmer and I'm 19!" She says. A little younger then... Ruby is stunning; her startling blue eyes seem to illuminate the area. I push my thoughts away. She is probably just some wanna-be career girl. I have to focus on volunteering.

"Fantastic! Now for the second tribute... Grace-"

"I volunteer," I shout, sending a teethe grin to the crowds of district one. Violetta claps her hands, excitedly and motions for me to come up onto stage. I stride up onto stage, puffing my chest out, tensing my biceps.

"What's your name and age?" Violetta says, a blush forming on her powdered cheeks. I smirk, district one guy hooks up with Capitol escort. I can already see it in the Panem headlines. So why can't I take my eyes off this Ruby chick?

"Bronze Cayne and I am 24." I say, in my usual snarky voice.

We are ushered into the building as the crowd cheers for Ruby and I. I grin back at them, acknowledging my fans, but however much I try I cannot keep my eyes away from Ruby. I mentally scold myself. I cannot fall for a girl... Especially when I'm going into the freaking hunger games! What am I thinking? Patriotism, blood, victory becomes way before a silly thing like love...