To all it concerns;
Each district from 1 through 12 will randomly choose one male, and one female tribute from two separate glass balls. Those picked are then the official tributes for the upcoming Hunger Games. To be qualified for a reaping, one must be twelve years old. Once of age, a potential-tribute's name is entered into the reaping one time. The entries are cumulative, so when a possible tribute is thirteen, their name is added one more time. This continues until age 18, when a potential-tribute's name is entered 7 times, or more if they apply for tesserae.
Tessera are tokens worth a meager year's supply of grain and oil for one person. The option to receive tesserae is available in the districts of Panem to children between the ages of 12 to 18 (those eligible to participate in the Hunger Games). If their family is struggling for food, they can have their name added additional times to the reaping once only per family member, in exchange for an equal number of tesserae.This, however, is not enough to survive by as many still require money for basic needs such as rent, soap, thread, and candles. Tesserae entries are cumulative, therefore the number of reaping entries from the current year are carried over into the next.
The reaping is a good opportunity for the Capitol to keep tabs on the population as well. Twelve- through eighteen-year-olds are herded into roped areas marked off by ages, the oldest in the front, the young ones toward the back. You will check in prior to the reaping. This is minatory. If you do not attend the reaping, it will be punishable to death.
Thank you for your contribute,
Ana at the table, reading out loud what the letter had to say. When she finished reading, the hole house went quite. “C-can they do that?” asked Elizabeth from the other side of the table. “Can do what ever the hell they wish now. Funny, it’s a good opportunity to keep taps on the population! Haven’t they killed enough people!” called out from Ana’s mother. Ana looked up at her mother and sighed. “Mother, calm down. What are the odds of any of us getting called on for the games? I won’t worry.” She said in a soft tone. Ana was always the calm on in the family. Lisa tapped her fingers and groaned. “Ana, don’t say that. There are very little ‘children’ in this district. The odds are high for Elizabeth and you!”. Ana nodded her head and sighed. “I will put in a tesserae, so Elizabeth doesn’t have too. I have a better chance than Elizabeth.” She said softly. Both Lisa and her mother yelled ‘No!’, causing her to jump.
“No you will NOT! We have lost your father, I will not lose you too!” yelled her mother. “Mom, if I get called on, I want to know this family get’s food if I am gone. Please, let me contribute![/i]”. Her mother shook her head and turn her back. “No. Now everyone get ready for bed, we have a… big day ahead of us tomorrow.”. Her mother was hiding the tears, but you could hear the fear and sadness in her voice.
Ana got up and pushed her chair in. She grabbed the letter and tucked it into her pocket for safe keeping. Once she got to her room, she changed into her night clothes and sat on her bed. She pulled out the letter and stared at it. “You know what’s best Ana. I don’t want to ask you to do it, but if you feel like it’s right to put the tesserae in for us, then do it. But no one is making you.” Lisa was standing by the door, arms crossed and staring in at Ana. “I-I know. Would you if you were in my spot?” Ana asked, turning her body towards her sister. “Yes, I would. Ana, do what is right.” Lisa turned away and went down the hallway. Ana looked back down at the letter and sighed. She balled up the paper and threw it a crosssed the room, and laid down.
Unable to sleep, Ana pulled herself out of bed when the sun began to shine through her window. She had a bad feeling something was going to happen. Unsure of what it was, she dressed in a plum dress. Her father loved the color on her and bought it shortly before he passed away. She opened up her nightstand and pulled out a picture of her family. Tucking it into a pocket that was part of her dress, she slipped on some shoes and went down stairs.
Her mother had breakfast ready on the table for Elizabeth and her. It was oatmeal, dried berries, and toast. “Mother!” she said softly. “You shouldn’t have! This is a waste! Liz nor I will be called.” She snapped. She sat in front of the bowl of oatmeal and sighed. “I know Ana, but please eat it in case.” Ana pushed the bowl away from herself and laid her head onto the table. She stayed like that, while everyone else stayed quiet for the remainder of the time they had left together.
“Ana, Lizzie… it’s time.” Ana pushed herself from the table and grabbed Elizabeth’s hand. “I will go ahead and get us there. Take your time mother.” She said softly. She led her sister out of the house and into the warm spring day. She held on tight while they followed the other children to the town center. When they arrived, they slipped everyone up by age, then by last name. Ana was pushed towards the back and waited to get checked in. When she checked in, they grabbed her finger and poked it, causing some blood to come out. They finger printed her on a sheet of paper, and asked her if she was going to claim any tesserae. She agreed and placed her name in glass bowl three times.
Ana was then lined up for the reaping. Not long after being placed into a row, a movie began. Ana focused her eyes on the screen:
War, terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. The people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost and the traitors were defeated. We swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed, that each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up in tribute, one young man and woman, to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.
“Ah yes! What a wonderful video that was put together just moments ago. Very nice indeed.” Called a male named Spens Combe from the stage. “Let’s begin the reaping shall we? Now, in customs, we always allow the ladies to go first!”. Some of the parents gasped, and some of the females within the rows began to cry. Ana stood there, with her heart racing. Spens walked over to a glass bowl, reached into the bowl. After a moments of fishing for a name, he pulled one out. He smiled and walked over to the microphone. “Ah yes, what a beautiful name. Our very first tribute for this year’s Hunger Games is… Anastasia Remington.” Everyone held there breathe, looking around for Ana. Ana’s heart sank into her stomach. “NOOOO!” screamed her mother from the stands. Ana looked over at her mother not knowing what to do.
Ana was then pulled out by a guard and forced out of the row and pushed towards the stage. She kept hearing her mother scream for her, yet Ana wasn’t replying. Ana made her way up to the stage and was pushed into the town hall. When they placed her into a room, she sat down and still in shocked. She waited in the room for a few moments before hearing some shuffling. A few moments later, the door opened and there stood her mother. “Mother!” she yelled out and hugged her mother. “I don’t have much time. Take this. It was her fathers! I love you, please come home safely!” Without getting a chance to saying anything back to her mother, they pull her mother out an slammed the door.
There in her hand was a three, three leaf clovers. She tightened her grip around the pin and closed her eyes. Unsure how things were going to play out, she pinned the clovers to her dress and sat down, waiting for the next move.
Name: Anastasia Remington
Job in District: N/A
History: During the war, the Remington family fled most of America to get away from the what was going on. The family planned to move to District 13 due to them trying to break away from the Capitol. The family never made it to D13, forcing to stay in D9. Anastasia was only 14 at the time of the war ending and D13 being destroyed. Her father Jim Remington passed away shortly before the Reaping, leaving a wife and three daughters behind. Ana was the middle daughter of the three. Her older sister Lisa (19) was forced to start working in the fields to provide for the family. Elizabeth (13) was disabled and unable to do basic house work, leaving Ana to do most everything while her mother was out trying to support the family. Ana was the first contribute to do the Hunger Games.
This token was given Ana by her mother. Ana’s father wore this during the war, bring him peace and luck to bring him home safely. Her mother wanted to pass this on in hopes it will bring her daughter home.