I am a Factory Girl // {closed; Celena

Celena Phillips

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There was no doubted that Celena had set herself up for that one. People wanted to hear what others did not want to tell them, it was just human nature. Celena should have known better than to give this girl an open invitation to her life. If Celena wanted to share with this girl —which she did not— then would not have hinted at not wanting to tell it. Clearly this girl was just nosey, but Celena knew that she would not want to hear the story of Celena losing her thumbs after she heard it. In fact, Celena assumed that the girl would wish that she had never heard it. It was not if what Celena was thinking about telling her was nice, it was gory and disgusting. It was not something that one would want to hear during your life, or something that a person would want to happen to them in life. But it had happened to the unfortunate girl named Celena Phillips, and everything seemed to just get worse and worse.

Even though she hated her mom, Celena could not share her prison story with anyone until her mother knew. It was not right for her to tell someone who she did not even know before she told her mother. Thinking of it, she did not even know this girls name. Everything in their conversation had either been about Celena not liking the Capitol or this girls needs of finding a Capitol attendant. It was rather pathetic that they could not find anything else to speak about, especially since they did not know each other's names. Names were something that Celena needed to know if she was going to tell someone her story; being good friends with someone would also help their cause, but since Celena did not seem to have many good friends —or friends for that matter— it appeared that if she ever wanted to share it would have to be with someone she was acquainted with.

Celena wondered why she was spending all of this time thinking about something she was not going to do. She had made a mistake of inviting this girl into her backstory, but she would not let her learn anything more. It was too difficult for this scarred girl from the third district to tell anyone anything emotional. She had never been able to get emotional at a deep level with people anyways. They were always there to make fun of her deformations and scars. Ever since she was a young girl it had been like that. Now that she had lost her thumbs, it mades things even worse.

"Let me rephrase, by 'I doubt you want to hear it', i meant: I don't want to tell you it. Okay?" Celena left out saying that she thought a smart person would get that. She had no need in starting a scene anywhere, especially not where a Capitol attendant might be near. Celena did not even know why she was there in the first place, why could she not be home sleeping in her bed? There was clearly no point in her being in this place at all. She stopped her mind from wandering to things outside the current situation. She had to stay focused or else she might slip up and say something leading towards why she could not stand the Capitol, or even worse say something to piss the other girl she was with off and start a verbal altercation.

Celena thought that she may have been coming off just a little bit too harsh to this girl. She did not know her, so how did she know that her words would not cause this girl to break down in tears and tell a Capitolite about Celena's hate for them. That would not end up as a great situation for Celena. She would probably end up getting interrogated by that Peacekeeper again, which was not something she wanted. "But I guess I could help you look for this person, if you actually want my help." At least Celena would have something to do that was not boring. She would probably end up saying something she did not want anyways, but it was better than just walking around with no direction. At least she had something to do, and it was with someone who seemingly did not hate Celena. Not yet at least.

Celena Phillips

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Offering her help to this girl was something that Celena slightly regretted already. She was sure that she would end up being asked about why she had a lack of thumbs by the other girl, and even if she did not there was no doubt that the Capitol attendant would comment about it. The Capitolites never were people who were good at respecting privacy, the games show that for sure. They make sure that they learn as much as they can about the tributes then they go off and kill them. It was disgusting how they associated with those that they were going to end up killing, it was almost pathetic how little morals those people had. Celena had experienced slight amounts of their lack of care for the districts during her interrogation; the only thing that the Capitol cared about was keeping their power.

It was why she was worried about seeing a Capitol attendant; what if that person wanted to take advantage of her? There was nothing that she would be able to do if she was going to need to do something, chances are the person would just be able to do whatever they want. It was a rather scary thought, she even might be getting herself into a trap, not something she wanted. In fact, she was quite afraid that it was a trap, she was almost thinking about leaving this girl, no matter how mean that would actually be.

"Thank you. I'm Genie by the way." She had given her word though, so it seemed like she would be hurting her already bad reputation if she just left. It seemed as if the girl was trying to draw her in by being nice. It was like she expected Celena to fall for this, yet how could she. It seemed as if she had asked about what happened with sincerity. Maybe Celena was being rather skeptical, but she really did not want to take any chances. It seemed as if there was nobody who she could trust anymore; maybe more that she did not want to trust someone who associated with the Capitol.

"I, uh, didn't mean to ask you about something... inappropriate." Celena doubted that, the girl obviously knew that Celena had been to prison and had lost her thumbs. If the Capitol had tried to take away Celena's ability of trusting people along with her thumbs, then they had definitely accomplished what they set out to do. It was not that Celena did not want to trust anybody, but everyone who was somewhat nice to Celena should not have been trusted in her mind. Nobody was ever nice to Celena, so why would a stranger end up being nice to her. Even if someone was nice, they were only doing it as a joke to make fun of her. The whole world was messed up, just because Celena was different did not mean that people had to be mean to her; yet they always were.

"I'm Celena. It doesn't matter." Celena spoke with a flat tone. This girls questions did actually matter to Celena, they brought back old memories that she did not want to remember. It was painful, her time in the detention center. It was spent with a girl who she did not like, and there were also Peacekeepers there who were just awful to her. It was impossible for Celena to keep herself together when she finally was let out, it was almost as if she expected for them to bring her back in, but they did not end up doing so. It did not give her a new light on life though, her experience in jail was more a scary experience then a time for learning.

"But I'm not sure what to ask now, so, just, how are you?" It was obvious to Celena that this was a tactic to lighten up the mood. This girl probably could tell that Celena was becoming untrusting of her. Celena had given up on running away, if this was in fact a trap then there would be Peacekeepers all around her, hence there would be no point in running away. No matter what she did she would be taken to the detention center in this situation. It would be just like last time, there would be no warning, she have nobody to tell where she went. She would probably be back in that hell before she knew it.

"I'm fine." She lied, again speaking in a flat tone. She did not want to give away her fears, maybe if she hid her feelings she would somehow be able to not get sent to the prison again. Maybe she would be able to run away. She might be able to find a new home in another district. Four would be a good one, they might have good weather there.

Did this girl really did help finding a Capitol attendant or did she just want to talk? Celena was leaning towards the second option out of the two. The girl, who said her name was Genie, seemed like she had given up on trying to get Celena to help her look for the attendant, it was odd behavior, the behavior of a spy. Sure, Celena had become overly skeptical in her recent days, especially with the number of random strangers walking up to her trying to be nice. They all wanted to hear her story, but they must not have considered if she really wanted to tell. Nobody knew what walking around with scars like that was like, they did not know what she had gone through. Celena was sure they would not want to share if what had happened to her happened to them, so she stayed quiet. Every knew about the scar on the right side of her face, but the scar on her left and her missing thumbs were unknown; Celena wanted to keep it that way.

Though one might expect her remembering exactly what had gone on in that interrogation room, she did not. either the adrenalin or the pain had caused her to forget everything after the Peacekeeper had cut her up to the eye, partially hurting her vision. She struggled seeing out of her left eye now, which was not ideal because she needed to have near perfect vision for her job. Glasses were not an option, they would just cause more, unneeded attention to her. She did not need Peacekeepers coming to her and asking her why she had those scars; they probably thought that she was being abused at home or something, not like they actually cared. The Peacekeepers probably assumed that she was part of the rebellion, but she kept her head held high to not cause suspicion. Of course, this drew unneeded attention, but it was still better than going back to prison.

"Oh, I'm good," Genie, if that was in fact the supposed spy's real name, had spoken as if Celena had asked her how she was. Even though her memory may not have been the best, Celena knew that she did not ask this girl anything, not even her name. She was trying to be friendly towards Celena, trying to make a fool out of her. If not a spy, then she had to be one of those popular girls who made fun of Celena for no reason. Celena was sure that so-called Genie was just trying to draw her into something that she did not want to do in the least. Why else would a girl bother association with an outcast of society such as Celena if not to make fun of her or put her in a bad situation. The tactics were beyond obvious, which made Celena hate them all the more. Genie was not really being nice to her, she was trying to have a laugh at Celena's expense.

"I'm just about to wrap up my projects for the night. I work in a smithy." Clearly this was another lie, the girl had to be a spy of the Capitol; she was much too good looking to have job of manual labor. Celena probably would have thunk herself too good looking too, if not for the multiple deformities that she had. But what if situations were not ideas that Celena ever focused on, she was stuck with what she had and always would be. If she ever won the Hunger Games, that would change, she would get thumbs, they would fix her face. She would never want to be in the games, but it seemed to be the only way she would ever get fixed. It even seemed possible for her to win, especially considering a blind boy and a legless girl had won recently. There was no reason for her to think about the Games though, she was sure that she would be out of the District soon enough, most likely in Prison again, but most certainly not in the Hunger Games.

"It's only the thing I really like to do." This time the other girl sounded sincere, she spoke quietly, which is what people did when they were telling a secret or something of that sort. Celena still believed that she was talking to a Capitol spy, if she was not then this girl just acted suspicious. Celena may have become paranoid, but why did everyone seem to have a sudden interest in her. It made no sense, why be interested in the girl that cannot do anything at all.

"Sure sounds like a lot of fun." Celena spoke with quite a bit of sarcasm in her voice, she doubted working in a smithy —whatever that was— would be joyous for anyone. It seemed more like a job for a male, just based off of the name. The job sounded like it needed strength, something that this girl did not seem to posses. Why then, on earth, would she enjoy her job; she appeared as the girl who would want to spend time with friends that she so obviously had. Celena never had that choice though, she was always surrounded by enemies, all of them waiting to strike.

It was surprising to Celena that she had not been arrested to get sent back to prison yet; she was sure it was going to happen. One slip up —and she was sure she had already made a mistake— would get her sent back. The sarcasm that she was using did not help her case in the least, either; she was just digging a greater and greater hole for herself. Why she was even still standing there, trying to make conversation with somebody who was so obviously a spy, Celena could not say. Her subconscious wanted to know more, yet all of Celena's senses said to back off.

"It is fun, or it can be, when I'm working on something new." The girl was replying to the verbal shot Celena took with emotion she did not expect. Everything around Celena seemed like it was real, not like a ploy. Celena's mind was arguing with itself about the truth, she could not figure it out. Nobody her age enjoyed a job; even Celena hated her old one when she thought about it. She may have enjoyed her job when she was doing it, but that was really Celena lying to herself. Having to sell her body for other people's enjoyment made Celena hate herself. She wanted to find a way to get out of it, but she had none. Getting sent to prison had only sped up the inevitable, which was Celena getting out of her illegal profession.

"It's a lot better than spending my days in school." The fact that Genie did not go to school set Celena on edge again. The rest of the children in District Three managed jobs and school at the same time, but this girl did not. The obvious spy was trying to make an excuse for why Celena had never seen her before. Though Celena was not the 'sharpest tool in the shed', she was sure that this had to be a plot to take her back to prison. Sweat was dripping down the back of her neck, Celena was looking around to see if anyone was coming at her. Getting away from any Peacekeeper was impossible. There was no way to deny it in her head, Celena was sure that she was going back to prison.

"Maybe this was a bad idea. I should go back and wait for the shipper." Finally some sense was coming out of the obvious spy. Genie might have felt bad for Celena, so she was probably hinting at a chance for Celena to escape unharmed. The girl without thumbs started to back up, trying to spread distance between her and the other girl without causing too much attention. She was trying to find a way to leave without saying that she knew the girl was a spy. Her words would have to be plain ones, just an excuse for her to leave before she got out of there.

[olor=2b702b]"Yeah, I should go. You clearly don't want me here... bye." With the end of her last word, Celena turned her back on the girl and started to walk away.