Time That Remains {Rachel/Rolf}
Oct 5, 2016 13:20:43 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 5, 2016 13:20:43 GMT -5
RACHEL VIOLETTE | 74th HUNGER GAMES | DISTRICT TWO FEMALE
"Oh come on, work with me!" Rachel demanded of the match she couldn't light. She was attempting to start a fire with matches, and didn't seem to be doing a very good job, which caused frustration for her. After a few more attempts with the same match, Rachel eventually decided to attempt it again with a different match. Surely the first one had just been faulty. When she went to light the second match, it immediately flamed up on her first try.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed when it worked. Then, she proceeded to use the match to light the pile of sticks and kindling she had in front of her. It was a small fire, but it slowly began to build up, and eventually got to the point where Rachel was proud of it. She continued to allow it to burn for a little while before putting it out, and deciding to try again. She wanted to do it without matches this time, though. Perhaps she could just rub two sticks together. Did that ever work, or was it a myth? She decided to try to find out.
Uselessly attempting to start a second fire without a match, Rachel went at it for about seven minutes before giving up. Not wanting to leave her setup unlit, though, she took out another match and lit the pile, allowing it to burn like she had with the first one. As it began to die down, she put it out the rest of the way, and stood up from where she had been working. Looking around, she dearly hoped that no one would find her to be too pathetic for not being able to manage to light the first match she tried.
Nearby, she saw only a few other tributes working on survival stations. Most of the other tributes, however, seemed to be focusing on blades or other such things. That was somewhat of a relief for Rachel. She wouldn't have to worry about hardcore careers, or anyone with a knowledge of fire for that matter, thinking she was pathetic. At least, she hoped that none of the nearby tributes would think that.
Most of Rachel's career training over the year had been limited to weapons, meaning that she really needed to focus on survival stations. It was important that she knew what she was doing out in the wilderness of the arena and could survive whatever climate they threw at her. When she left the fire making station, she decided to see what the other tributes were up to. So far, she may not have had the one-hundred percent greatest interactions with them all, but maybe that would be different if she tried someone else, she thought.
Wandering around a bit, she eventually decided to approach who she recognized as the boy from District Nine. He was decent looking, but as Rachel found a preference in girls, she didn't think much of it. The boy, Rolf she believed he was called, was observing some of the stations, but didn't appear to be doing much of anything. It looked as if he were contemplating going to the first aid station, but didn't seem to be approaching it. Therefore, Rachel found this as an opportunity to talk to someone without directly interrupting any training or practice that they may be doing.
Slowly making her way over next to the boy, she decided to observe the first aid station for a moment as well. There were some tributes over there practicing various tasks, such as bandaging things up, and Rachel watched for a moment. Then, she turned to Rolf, deciding to try to make casual conversation.
"Did you ever learn how to do that stuff? All those survival things, like first aid and whatnot? Before coming here, I mean." Rachel inquired. She hoped that was a question that could get a conversation started, but she knew that some tributes may find that as someone trying to pry into what they know and don't know, scoping out their weak points. That wasn't what Rachel was doing, but she hoped Rolf didn't think she was, either. She just wanted to get acquainted with people in the time that remains.
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"Gotcha!" she exclaimed when it worked. Then, she proceeded to use the match to light the pile of sticks and kindling she had in front of her. It was a small fire, but it slowly began to build up, and eventually got to the point where Rachel was proud of it. She continued to allow it to burn for a little while before putting it out, and deciding to try again. She wanted to do it without matches this time, though. Perhaps she could just rub two sticks together. Did that ever work, or was it a myth? She decided to try to find out.
Uselessly attempting to start a second fire without a match, Rachel went at it for about seven minutes before giving up. Not wanting to leave her setup unlit, though, she took out another match and lit the pile, allowing it to burn like she had with the first one. As it began to die down, she put it out the rest of the way, and stood up from where she had been working. Looking around, she dearly hoped that no one would find her to be too pathetic for not being able to manage to light the first match she tried.
Nearby, she saw only a few other tributes working on survival stations. Most of the other tributes, however, seemed to be focusing on blades or other such things. That was somewhat of a relief for Rachel. She wouldn't have to worry about hardcore careers, or anyone with a knowledge of fire for that matter, thinking she was pathetic. At least, she hoped that none of the nearby tributes would think that.
Most of Rachel's career training over the year had been limited to weapons, meaning that she really needed to focus on survival stations. It was important that she knew what she was doing out in the wilderness of the arena and could survive whatever climate they threw at her. When she left the fire making station, she decided to see what the other tributes were up to. So far, she may not have had the one-hundred percent greatest interactions with them all, but maybe that would be different if she tried someone else, she thought.
Wandering around a bit, she eventually decided to approach who she recognized as the boy from District Nine. He was decent looking, but as Rachel found a preference in girls, she didn't think much of it. The boy, Rolf she believed he was called, was observing some of the stations, but didn't appear to be doing much of anything. It looked as if he were contemplating going to the first aid station, but didn't seem to be approaching it. Therefore, Rachel found this as an opportunity to talk to someone without directly interrupting any training or practice that they may be doing.
Slowly making her way over next to the boy, she decided to observe the first aid station for a moment as well. There were some tributes over there practicing various tasks, such as bandaging things up, and Rachel watched for a moment. Then, she turned to Rolf, deciding to try to make casual conversation.
"Did you ever learn how to do that stuff? All those survival things, like first aid and whatnot? Before coming here, I mean." Rachel inquired. She hoped that was a question that could get a conversation started, but she knew that some tributes may find that as someone trying to pry into what they know and don't know, scoping out their weak points. That wasn't what Rachel was doing, but she hoped Rolf didn't think she was, either. She just wanted to get acquainted with people in the time that remains.
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