(KUPAKOO -huggles-
....ahem.  Anyways.  Here goes the fail intro train. -toot toot- )

Waking up, Shay dreaded this day.  She was one of the most plain people of District four, and her name was only put in once in the giant drawing that would take place today.  Her family didn't need tesserae and it was only her, her mother, and her father.  It was a fairly simple life. Shay would go out fishing every day and leave the cleaning to her father and the selling to her mother.  But today was not an ordinary day - it was time for the Reaping.

She had, thank goodness, never been chosen to participate.  She wasn't particularly handy with any weapons and was fairly delicate - emotionally and physically.  However, Shay could withstand pain pretty well, but that wouldn't matter much when she got struck in the chest with some pointy ob
ject.  First, she took a shower and then put on some dark-colored jean capris and a white, short-sleeved shirt.  Her long, soft, dark brown hair was put up into a ponytail.

Dark green eyes full of unease, the slightly tan 12-year-old girl made her bed and rubbed the charm on her necklace.  It was a little sitting dog, eighteen-karat gold, on a golden chain.  She wore it all the time, except when she went swimming - oh, the horrible accident.  She almost lost her beloved piece of jewelry.  Shay trudged out of her room and into the kitchen, taking a piece of her district's bread as breakfast.

Her parents weren't home; her mother out at the shop already and her father was with her.  So Shay was on her own, like always... yet not like always.  "Stupid Reaping," she muttered as she exited the door.  She locked it behind her with a click and continued on.  "Stupid Hunger Games."  And on and on it went, resentful comments occassionally coming out of her pink lips.  The walk to the Reaping area was long, but Shay was used to it.  She rather enjoyed walking along by herself.

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Asher was out fishing.  So what if the Reaping was today?  Like he cared.  So what if he was late?  All the better.  He didn't need any tesserae and luck had been on his side for five years.  He had two left to survive and he was sure he'd still be fine.  But on the inside, inklings of doubt tickled his mind.  He had then decided that he'd still attend the Reaping today.  Just after he caught one more fish.

The line was still.  He had already caught three medium-sized catfish here in the river near his home, but after that, it seemed they went dormant.  Today wasn't a great day for a big catch, Asher could tell.  Maybe even they were shaken up by the date.  Sighing, he was ready to give up just as the rod's tip began to point down.  Ripples came from the bobber, and then it sunk underneath.

A hit at last!

Reeling in the line and pulling, Asher was strong.  He was tan, muscular, and tall with short blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes.  He could put up a pretty good fight with his fists and legs.  Though, hand him any weapon, and he'll decipher it soon enough and act like a pro.  The fish's dark-colored scales popped up near the surface.  It was losing the war.

Eventually, the fish was flopping on the shore, and Asher stuck it in a big bucket.  He brought it inside the home then hopped on his dark red bicycle and  pedaled away.  Time for Reaping.  Yipppeeeeeeee.

((I guess I'm a capitol citizen then, sadly... -lurking epically-))

Today is the day of the reaping... Maxis thought as she sat up, and got out of bed. She got dressed in a plain, dark blue T-shirt and white jeans. Her bleach-blonde, nearly white hair was long and curly, and she put it into pigtails. Her hair color was a bit uncommon in the Seam. Her eyes were gray, which was actually much more common. She had a small scar underneath her left eye from falling onto a rock when she was younger. Maxis was fifteen years old. She wasn't too worried about the reaping. Yes, she did need tesserae, since she lived with her father and her two younger brothers. Thankfully, neither of her brothers were twelve yet, and so they didn't have to worry about the Reaping. Maxis' name would be entered twenty times. However, she knew there were countless other names that would be entered. So, it didn't really matter how many times her name was entered- it was still unlikely for her to be picked.

She walked out the front door, and began walking toward the Reaping. She wasn't necessarily concerned about being picked. She was more concerned that someone she knew would be picked, like one of her friends.

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(I'm working on my other intro, and I'll post it later.)