Hatching Violets {Rachel/Deja}
Oct 5, 2016 9:26:43 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 5, 2016 9:26:43 GMT -5
RACHEL VIOLETTE | 74th HUNGER GAMES | DISTRICT TWO FEMALE
The Hunger Games were something that Rachel, despite doing a small amount of career training back home, had always tried to avoid watching when she could. She didn't like watching people die, even if she enjoyed the thrill of a fight. This was something that made Rachel wonder, though. If she didn't want to watch people die, and she didn't want to kill anyone, why did she volunteer? Clearly she didn't just go in because she wanted to die. No, that definitely wasn't the case. It took her a while to realize this, but her father was the real reason she had volunteered at the reaping.
The man who raised her was rarely home, leaving Rachel to care for her younger brothers. That meant that when Rachel wasn't there, her parents would have to likely cut down their work schedules in order to watch the boys. Yes, this made Rachel feel a little guilty, but she also knew she was making her father proud. Her father had been a career, and wanted his daughter to do the same. He, however, never had the courage to volunteer for the Games. This made Rachel wonder how proud exactly he was of her for volunteering.
Trying to shake the thoughts of the reaping from her mind, as they were more distracting than anything, Rachel went back to concentrating on her training. She was avoiding training with weapons at the moment, as that was what she had mostly trained with back in District Two. Rachel was good with throwing knives and spears; long range weapons were where most of her skills where. Although, she could still use a sword or something similar if she needed to, she was sure. Therefore, she stuck to the survival stations. She needed to concentrate on things that would help her survive, or she knew that if someone didn't kill her, she'd die because she didn't know how to survive on her own.
Rachel was at the fire making station, attempting to figure things out, and simultaneously observing the other tributes in the training center as they did various things. Eventually, after finally figuring out how to make a fire, Rachel moved on. Initially, she had been avoiding socializing with other tributes, since she didn't want the chance of making enemies. For some reason, though, she had changed her mind. Maybe it would be good to make friends.
If I make friends with them, then they may not want to kill me. At least not as soon. Rachel thought. Deciding she'd start out small, she began by approaching the youngest tribute that was there. This particular girl, Deja Hatcher, was from District Three, and her red hair was surprisingly not as rare as it normally was when it came to the Games. There were multiple tributes with the same fiery locks this time around, and it was almost amusing to Rachel. Thinking that, since Deja was young, even though Rachel didn't know anything about her, she would approach her. Maybe there would be a friend in her. The girl had seemed like she wasn't super social with the other tributes, but Rachel hadn't been either. Maybe this would help them both out. Rachel spoke to the girl when she approached her.
"Deja, right?" Rachel asked, tapping on the younger girl's shoulder. She was rather pretty for such a young soul. "I'm Rachel." came the introduction from the older of the two tributes.
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The man who raised her was rarely home, leaving Rachel to care for her younger brothers. That meant that when Rachel wasn't there, her parents would have to likely cut down their work schedules in order to watch the boys. Yes, this made Rachel feel a little guilty, but she also knew she was making her father proud. Her father had been a career, and wanted his daughter to do the same. He, however, never had the courage to volunteer for the Games. This made Rachel wonder how proud exactly he was of her for volunteering.
Trying to shake the thoughts of the reaping from her mind, as they were more distracting than anything, Rachel went back to concentrating on her training. She was avoiding training with weapons at the moment, as that was what she had mostly trained with back in District Two. Rachel was good with throwing knives and spears; long range weapons were where most of her skills where. Although, she could still use a sword or something similar if she needed to, she was sure. Therefore, she stuck to the survival stations. She needed to concentrate on things that would help her survive, or she knew that if someone didn't kill her, she'd die because she didn't know how to survive on her own.
Rachel was at the fire making station, attempting to figure things out, and simultaneously observing the other tributes in the training center as they did various things. Eventually, after finally figuring out how to make a fire, Rachel moved on. Initially, she had been avoiding socializing with other tributes, since she didn't want the chance of making enemies. For some reason, though, she had changed her mind. Maybe it would be good to make friends.
If I make friends with them, then they may not want to kill me. At least not as soon. Rachel thought. Deciding she'd start out small, she began by approaching the youngest tribute that was there. This particular girl, Deja Hatcher, was from District Three, and her red hair was surprisingly not as rare as it normally was when it came to the Games. There were multiple tributes with the same fiery locks this time around, and it was almost amusing to Rachel. Thinking that, since Deja was young, even though Rachel didn't know anything about her, she would approach her. Maybe there would be a friend in her. The girl had seemed like she wasn't super social with the other tributes, but Rachel hadn't been either. Maybe this would help them both out. Rachel spoke to the girl when she approached her.
"Deja, right?" Rachel asked, tapping on the younger girl's shoulder. She was rather pretty for such a young soul. "I'm Rachel." came the introduction from the older of the two tributes.
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