ROLEPLAY HQ - all-rivers-lead-home

Osiris was buttoning the cuffs of his jacket as he got ready for reaping day at the academy. They would all be assigned tributes to mentor as a way to make the games more of a spectacle than a bloodbath. The 19 year old male wore a frown as he finished getting ready. It was no secret that he detested the games and the fact they existed and how many lives that were taken annually. Osiris looked at himself in the mirror and went down to the dining room. He greeted his “parents” and grabbed an apple to eat on his way along with his bag. His steps were brisk, and each of his strides were confident as he eventually became his climb up the stairs to the academy halls. The main hall was already full of faculty and other students when he entered. Osiris joined on conversations where he could with a smile, showing infinitely more confidence than he felt. As the tributes from the districts were announced, in their home, a mentor was also called for them. The trend in the previous years were the victors emerging from 1 and 2, but District 4 was always close too. He felt a pang of longing as he thought about District 4. Staring at the ground, he lifted his gaze when he heard his name called. Glancing up, he saw himself to be the mentor for the female tribute from District 4, Tiller Hollister. He quickly scanned the room and saw the head gamemaker keenly watching for his reaction. Osiris kept his face neutral, but he could feel some hope stir inside his chest. The rest of the mentors were assigned to tributes and he gave an exhale of relief when the reaping was done. ‘Maybe I can keep her alive… there’s a lot I don’t know about her, but right now I’m all she has to survive these next few days,’ Osiris thought grimly. @Deleted User (edited)

The Capitol man walked to call the names, he looked jumpy like he would rather be in his eyes precious Capitol and couldn't wait to go back. Everything was painfully slow, since her fist reaping to now, what was hopefully her last, they had added so many more complexities and steps - mandatory watching, interviews, someone from the Capitol calling the names instead of their old sweet mayor. Keel, her brother, had been twelve during the fourth games, ten years ago, he said things were more straight forward then, no theatrics. As for district 4 the only thing that had evolved was that the girls stopped wearing skirts and dresses on the reaping day and instead going with something more easy to fight to the death with. The boy that was called was two years younger than her, she recognized him, everyone did and felt the same pang of sadness. Cove had been born without one leg, in everyday life it didn't matter much, instead of fishing he worked in the carpentry shop repairing ships, but in the hunger games it was a death sentence. Tiller didn't have much time to feel bad for him though, as her name was immediately the next one to be called. Her first instinct was to run for her life but that had been the fist instinct of all the other tributes before her, peacekeepers were everywhere to stop that kind of escape. So she walked slowly to the stage. There was no time to try and find her mother or brother in the crowd before hands were grabbing her and pushing her into a transport wagon. The same wagon so many others had entered to never return home (edited)