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Age: 18<br/>
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</div><br/>As much as Collen tried to pretend that he could sleep all day and ignore the next 24 hours of his life, the sounds of people moving around just outside his small shack of a home and the feel of cold droplets of water on his cheek deprived him of the rest he desired. His body ached as he slowly moved to sit upright on the small bedframe he slept on, little more than a thin pillow of a mattress beneath him his previous weeks worth of work was already getting to him. Every muscle and joint in his body cried in resistance as they moved slowly.<br/><br/>His dim gaze looking upwards towards where the leak had come from, seeing a tiny separation in the metal panels above him that must have happened during the storm the night before. Silently cursing the dingy building as he finally pushed up to stand, his eyes looking out the grimy window just above his bead as he saw groups of people walking down the street towards the town square. At least he wouldn't have to return to the factory today, just be forced to watch two poor kids being offered up as sacrifices in the yearly fashion.<br/><br/>Dragging his bare feet across the ground he slowly moved to the small wooden chair near the door as he pulled on his boots at a rather lazy pace. His Big toe accidentally poking through the hole in the bottom causing Collen to groan with annoyance as he adjusted his feet. Sadly for all the time he spent working in the factory it did not leave him with much extra in his life. He'd lived alone for the past three years after his mother passed and it was impossible to afford anything more than food with only himself working.<br/><br/>But this year was the first year he volunteered to tesserae himself three times. It was his last year having to partake in this silly reaping ceremony and with the food earned from his additional names he could maybe actually start getting his life together.<br/><br/>Or so he thought.<br/><br/>The ceremony went by rather quickly, and to be frank, Collen wasn't paying much attention but he seemed to be the only one. His eyes looking around at the boys around him, some so little they almost appeared to be toddlers. Fear and anxiety n their eyes for what was to come, whose name would come from the peppy man who stood before them. Though he could understand their worry a slight, and he too had once been in their place. He hated the reaping but the worst to come of these days for almost everyone was having to look the two kids in the eyes, watching the hope and life drain from their face. But Collen knew the odds, there were at least 30 boys around him, some with upwards of ten Tesserae. He had nothing to fear..<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">Collen Gree.</span>"<br/><br/>The name cut through his thoughts like a red hot knife through butter, sending his head spinning as he looked back to the oddly dressed man. He stood there, absolutely still, unsure if what he heard was actually even reality. But as the boys stepped away and his name was spoken once more, he realized that his life was only about to get a whole lot more difficult.