Solidarity// tigs&marik
Oct 12, 2023 9:45:52 GMT -5
Post by minie on Oct 12, 2023 9:45:52 GMT -5
If there was one thing you fundamentally believed in then it was that we were all just victims of our circumstances. Yes you might be born with certain qualities or an illness but how that is delt with always came back to your environment and the very things that you could not quite control. There was nothing inherently wrong with that, it just was the way things were. Some people had to work harder to achieve the same goal and you had come to terms with that idea a long time ago.
What you took issue with was when those who had it much easier due to their circumstances would belittle those who were not gifted the same opportunities in life they were. The mean girls at school who would laugh at your hand me downs or inability to do your own makeup. You did not learn how to properly apply lipstick till last year when Maren Reed showed you the trick of applying a lip liner and then the actual lipstick with a brush. Arcadia had taken a chance on you here just like Maren had at school, but it did not mean that this place was rid of bullies. There were still those who held themselves to higher standard or at least pretended to, like that smug little kid Jimmy Garner. Sure, he was only a year younger than you, but the difference between the two of you could have only ever come down to the cards you were handed in life.
From across the training center, you observed as the blonde boy from twelve attempted to start a fire and how Jimmy had intervened. You kept your distance for the duration of their interaction, only occasionally popping your head up to watch the situation develop. In the meantime, you were occupied practicing your plant recognition, not that you needed much practice in that matter. You had written the community guide to botany and at this point you had it memorized like the back of your hand. You only hoped that if the game makers saw that there was even the smallest skill that you had mastered, they would not completely write you off. In the moment you were just struggling to find your way, but just like in school you would come to find your place.
When twelve was alone and you had sped through copious amounts of plant tests, you gathered your belongings and made your way over.
”Want some company? I’m Tigs, from district nine…don’t let the upper and middle districts get to you. Some of them are even half decent, a bit detached from reality, but what do they know.”
