The reaping amongst all districts had started almost instantaneously, Sydney had already given his blood sample, or at least that what he thought, and made his way into the many crowds that slowly formed into the community of District 9's youth, the young man merely stood there, all dressed up in a Sunday best, white shirt, black trousers, combed hair or at least an attempt considering how messy it could get and the finishing touches of black shoes and a tie, it is the clichÃ© title of a Sunday best and one Sydney hated the most, if he had his way it would be loose clothing that would allow him to move around fast and free, much like a child would prefer if others saw it his way.<br/><br/>A presenter from the Capital strolled in as if she were royalty, most found it disgusting how the high and mighty dress themselves up in such a posh, snobbish and pompous manor, like they were going on a dog show for humans, "Hello and welcome to the Reaping, my, my we have a lot here" the young boy lost focus for a long time, even through the film of the past and the boring speech of how invaluable the young are in this era, however out of nowhere someone nudged him from the side, a girl with deep ocean blue eyes and curly blonde hair called his name in a low whisper, she knew him through reasons Sydney couldnâ€™t make out.<br/><br/>The presenter smiled in a wicked fashion as if she wanted his very soul, no, it was more like a snake coiling around its prey, tormenting it before the end, he shuddered in place, then again, "Sydney Lossarot," this time he heard correctly from the horseâ€™s mouth and responded thusly, maundering through the crowds as they watched him make his way to the stage.<br/><br/>"Well arenâ€™t you a handsome one, and tell me Sydney," a pause pushed its way in between her sentence as she got a good look at the young lad, his eyes looked to heirâ€™s and the same was received, however this time he mimicked her smile, she on the other hand was slightly uncomfortable but found interest in Sydney's physique, scary thoughts indeed, "How does it feel to be the centre of attention?" the response was slow to come up with, how then quickly said with a lighter tone "Nothings changed there" a small chuckle from him as he looked to the train that would be picking him up, time only knew what would hold in store for him.