District: 11 Export: Agriculture Government: Mayor Elf, a box-shaped, dark-skinned man with a booming voice. He is well-respected by the community here.
Mood: There is a mutinous air and nearly as many Peacekeepers as citizens, it seems. Areas are taped off and many buildngs show sign of recent damage and repair. A curfew has been imposed that penalizes anyone - adult or child - with death if they are caught out after sundown. Propaganda posters listing the rules against the citizens are plastered on most of the buildings, although some have been vandalized. Citizens seem almost apathetic to the visiting Tributes, as if they have larger concerns on their mind.
Environment: The main city is spread out, and a system of trains goes over what were, a hundred years ago, highways. The trains head out to the fields, where the majority of citizens live. Probably two hundred thousand people live in District 11’s main city, which makes it one of the most populous Districts. The buildings have a Southern Gothic feel to them, and are clearly very old, having been repaired many times throughout the decades.
The train cuts through low fields filled with fruits and vegetables on the ground, some of which at the northern part of the District are crusted with frost. Occasionally, patches of forest are visible, as well as rivers and lakes. Smaller, slower trains criss-cross the land and stop at small towns, notable by water towers, silos and sheds.
The air is humid, and while the District is one of the warmer areas, it’s still only slightly above freezing here in the winter. Like District 9, District 11 possesses the EverHarvest technology, although supposedly it’s only really used during February rather than throughout the entire winter. Due to the season, the crops being harvested now are squash, pumpkin, lettuce and sugar peas. Artificial environments have been established specially to keep the fruit trees productive, but cotton, rice and sugar are being left for other times of year.
It rains several times throughout the week. Citizens continue to work through the conditions, despite dangerous winds and poor visibility, to harvest. Many citizens only own one outfit or so, and work many days in a row in the same damp clothing as before. Hollow-faced children as young as eight go to work in the fields from before sunrise until right before the curfew.
Misc: Tributes as well as citizens will be under extra watch this trip. Furthermore, Tributes are reminded not to mention Katniss to the citizens, as they’ll find it ‘upsetting’ and ‘disruptive’.
Families here tend to be large, with many children, as infants are prone to early death and the labor-intensive work of harvesting is difficult for parents to do as they age.
Locations:
The hotel is a converted cylindrical grain silo, which leads to strange curved dimensions to each of the Tributes’ metal rooms. Many of the steel wall panels have been replaced by panes of glass to provide windows. The bed frames are not uniform, having been cobbled together from various sources (the District has never hosted a tour so big), and all of the linens are handsewn with beautiful patterns of suns rising over orchards. There is no elevator, but instead a metal spiral staircase that leads to the top of the silo; Tributes can rest on the roof looking over the District’s bounty. When it rains, there are some leaks in the rooms.
DISTRICT 11
District: 11
Export: Agriculture
Government: Mayor Elf, a box-shaped, dark-skinned man with a booming voice. He is well-respected by the community here.
Mood: There is a mutinous air and nearly as many Peacekeepers as citizens, it seems. Areas are taped off and many buildngs show sign of recent damage and repair. A curfew has been imposed that penalizes anyone - adult or child - with death if they are caught out after sundown. Propaganda posters listing the rules against the citizens are plastered on most of the buildings, although some have been vandalized. Citizens seem almost apathetic to the visiting Tributes, as if they have larger concerns on their mind.
Environment: The main city is spread out, and a system of trains goes over what were, a hundred years ago, highways. The trains head out to the fields, where the majority of citizens live. Probably two hundred thousand people live in District 11’s main city, which makes it one of the most populous Districts. The buildings have a Southern Gothic feel to them, and are clearly very old, having been repaired many times throughout the decades.
The train cuts through low fields filled with fruits and vegetables on the ground, some of which at the northern part of the District are crusted with frost. Occasionally, patches of forest are visible, as well as rivers and lakes. Smaller, slower trains criss-cross the land and stop at small towns, notable by water towers, silos and sheds.
The air is humid, and while the District is one of the warmer areas, it’s still only slightly above freezing here in the winter. Like District 9, District 11 possesses the EverHarvest technology, although supposedly it’s only really used during February rather than throughout the entire winter. Due to the season, the crops being harvested now are squash, pumpkin, lettuce and sugar peas. Artificial environments have been established specially to keep the fruit trees productive, but cotton, rice and sugar are being left for other times of year.
It rains several times throughout the week. Citizens continue to work through the conditions, despite dangerous winds and poor visibility, to harvest. Many citizens only own one outfit or so, and work many days in a row in the same damp clothing as before. Hollow-faced children as young as eight go to work in the fields from before sunrise until right before the curfew.
Misc: Tributes as well as citizens will be under extra watch this trip. Furthermore, Tributes are reminded not to mention Katniss to the citizens, as they’ll find it ‘upsetting’ and ‘disruptive’.
Families here tend to be large, with many children, as infants are prone to early death and the labor-intensive work of harvesting is difficult for parents to do as they age.
Locations:
The hotel is a converted cylindrical grain silo, which leads to strange curved dimensions to each of the Tributes’ metal rooms. Many of the steel wall panels have been replaced by panes of glass to provide windows. The bed frames are not uniform, having been cobbled together from various sources (the District has never hosted a tour so big), and all of the linens are handsewn with beautiful patterns of suns rising over orchards. There is no elevator, but instead a metal spiral staircase that leads to the top of the silo; Tributes can rest on the roof looking over the District’s bounty. When it rains, there are some leaks in the rooms.