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Cecily ReapingThe fact that her whole life had lead up to this moment didn’t make Cecily nervous at all. She’d trained since she could remember, so a little scuffle at the reaping wasn’t a big deal. But Cillian did make her nervous.Cecily Reaping by ~ObsessedXShipper
Her brother stood at her side in the lines of kids all waiting for their chance to volunteer. It was customary to separate the boys and the girls, but Cillian was being clingy and refused to go to his own side until the ceremony officially started. He held her hand a little too tight and rocked on his heels, transferring his nerves to her. It was almost a relief when Granite Foxtrot strutted out onto the stage.
“See you, Ceci,” Cillian muttered, giving her hand an extra squeeze before letting go. She nodded and watched him weave his way back to the boys’ side as Granite started talking.
He was a short, pudgy man with wide baby eyes and a bright green pompadour that had to be a wig. He looked fashionable, as always, but Cecily was too e
Fin ReapingThough Fin was way past the age to get Reaped, there was always something deeply unsettling about being at a Reaping. He hated watching kids get dragged away from their weeping families and paraded up on stage to their deaths. Not many things bothered Fin, but this definitely did.Fin Reaping by ~ObsessedXShipper
He stood alone in the crowd, somewhere towards the back so he wouldn’t have the best view of the stage, and he could also keep an eye out for his parents. They didn’t get along at the best of times, so he really didn’t want to run into them now when he felt so weird and vulnerable
When Prudence Plucknutt took to the stage, Fin smiled in spite of himself. She was totally ridiculous and he respected that. Her bright yellow hair clashed tremendously with her loud red outfit and that skirt wasn’t doing her any favors. He often enjoyed imagining what she looked like without all the hair dye and pounds of makeup. Once he and Walter had spent a long afternoon drawing pictures of her real face