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alice morrisen-mer | d4 | WIP Jan 11, 2023 0:40:47 GMT -5

Post by ryan on Jan 11, 2023 0:40:47 GMT -5

from a young, young age, she did not realize just what she was destined for. the fishing business was just starting to pick up in popularity, the capitol wanting to savor the delicacies that her district had to offer. her father made it very clear that this was their pride and joy, a business that had been handed down in the family from a very young age.

it was weird, being a girl in a family full of hard headed men. all of which were just so proud to exist. it is not something that she actively wants to think about, even though she does find it hilarious that amongst all the lions, she was never a sheep.

a particular memory that played in her head constantly was when allistar had decided that he wanted to pick on alice while they were playing on the playground. every time she would build a sandcastle, allistar would walk by and throw something at it. he would laugh, tell her that what she was doing was stupid, and that she would probably never amount to anything because she was just too soft.

little did he expect her to jump on top of him and start pouring sand into his mouth, the thrill of using her body weight as an advantage to hold him down gave her adrenaline that she would chase well into her adult years. sure, she was a little girl, but she did was not afraid of a fight, even with her own flesh and blood.

allistar never messed with her again.

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Post by ryan on Jan 11, 2023 1:04:56 GMT -5

her formative years were spent with her father on a boat for most of it. to be quite honest, he was far too proud of his business to even think about career training. she learned to love the sea just as much as any other career in four. she was told that the ocean could be treacherous just as much as it could be calm.

her father was an excellent sailor. trained by his father to be able to handle almost any situation. her father made sure that all of them had been proficient on a boat, however, alice was the only one that never got sick at sea. they would go for quick trips around the outer banks from time to time, just to check the traps that they had placed in the water. her father had developed a system, as he was also an excellent swimmer and diver.

he also always kept a ledger of coordinates where he had left traps.

alice, had been the first one to volunteer her time as a kid to help her father. that eagerness would pay its dividends when she grew older, but when she was a kid, she just liked spending time with him. her mother hadnt always been the kindest, focusing more on her sons because she figured that was only fair.

anytime they stopped on the water, her father always made sure that alice was ready to man the wheel just in case something had gone awry. she had only been nine, but she felt the trust from her fathers presence.

hed suit up and jump in the water.

and shed always think about how much she wanted to be him.

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alice morrisen-mer | d4 | WIP Jan 13, 2023 1:09:17 GMT -5

Post by ryan on Jan 13, 2023 1:09:17 GMT -5

there isnt an easy way for her to acclimate to the culture that had been cultivated in district four. they were a heavy fishing industry, but alice always got the vibe that the people of four wanted more. after all, they had been putting forth so much effort to provide for the capitol, they believed they should have gotten more.

she had heard her parents discuss these new things popping up around the districts. they were marketed as schools that can help hone peoples survival skills. alice had heard the word career thrown around a couple times, and it never really sat well with her. her mother had made sure all of the boys had been enrolled as soon as they could, and when her father asked her and her sister if she wanted to be apart of the program, alice declined.

she did not see the practicality of learning anything about survival when she could learn everything she needed to know from her father. she spent far more time on a boat then she did on land and that is where she felt comfortable. her father and her had been close because of it, and that was a relationship that alice felt could stand the test of time.

her mother made little effort, mostly surface level interactions showing just enough interest. alice had never felt connected to her mother, but she knew that it was a two way street. most communication could be mediated by her father. they didnt have to even see each other if they didnt want to.

she would one day grow to resent her mother for her lack of interest.

but that was a story for a later time.