Sydney Faustus / D2 / Complete
Oct 15, 2019 22:12:55 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 15, 2019 22:12:55 GMT -5
 Name: Sydney Faustus Age: 28 Occupation: Mason/ Some career training side jobs/ Works with the SAR for the district. How could I have known that I could write a book about my experiences in the district that I live in. From the time I was a teenager, I had worked in various jobs. Most of those were to help my family, but also it was part of my training. They sought fit to expose me to hand to hand combat from a toddler. I learned I watched them with so much pride and curiosity that I mimicked their every move and I excelled in it. I was a born 'career' they had said, but I thought it just meant that I was having fun. When I turned seven, I was in groups just a little bit older than me by three years. My height didn't play a factor for fear though, but the skills I had with my reflexes was my ability to be agile. My parents kept me training and by the time I was twelve, I was ready to fight for the glory of my family, but my name was never called. It was never uttered and by the time fifteen came around, I had lost my spot to volunteer by some girl that I thought was a friend. She had seen fit that her voice was loudest and that day I looked at her as an adversary. She never came back. I, and my family of course, followed her intently and thought she would have succeeded but something happened on day five and the doppelganger duo that she and her ally had fought against had done something so horrendous that her life was taken away instantly. My stomach dropped that day into the nothingness and I realized that if Olivia couldn't win, whose future was already set as a peacekeeper couldn't do it, then my chances and luck surely wouldn't go through. So I stopped wanting to volunteer and year after year, I watched as district two become punching bags and not a single one had come close to winning. So much for being a career district. It was a few weeks after her death that something else changed my life and future. Two friends and I had went into the quarry just for shits and grins to hang out. The rain had been light all day, but sometime between exploring one of the abandoned quarry mines the rain surged through the area causing widespread flooding and in addition, a mudslide. No sooner had I and my friends tried to escape, Quinton and Augustine were swept away, as well as myself. For two days, I begged my friends to alert me to their location while mockingjays whistled overhead with cries of jabberjays near. Only Quinton spoke to me in whispered tones, but after the darkness had fallen, his voice disappeared leaving me alone. Augustine's voice never surfaced and as it turns out, he perished within the sludge. They found him a week after the incident with the help of search and rescue dogs. On that second day before the sun had fallen below the quarry's line, I had thought that would have been my last night watching the stars. I had been trapped for hours upon hours as my lower half had been stuck, suctioned in the muck and my arm slinked around the branches of a tree holding me hostage. Exhaustion had taken me until a rescue dog followed the cries of the feathered alarms to my location. The snuffling beside my ear had awaken me to the excited howling of mud covered pup named Rubble. If it wasn't for her and her handler, 1st lieutenant Stahl, I wouldn't have survived. He wrapped my body in his soaked through coat even if it didn't offer much protection from the elements except my dignity. He changed my life that day, even though I lost touch with him, I kept the coat as a reminder of a journey that was barely over with. Years after the reaping had come to a close for me, my closest friend and companion became my best friend and husband. Quinton and I married shortly after I turned nineteen and began training with the youngest of the careers. Preteens with attitude and no skill became the best students I ever had. Respect and discipline but also they learned that power was always found if you tried hard enough. One by one, I watched them graduate to higher standards. I was a proud surrogate mom for some of these young kids, but also a trusted friend for those that needed me. Quinton and I soon became parents before my twentieth birthday. A beautiful baby girl that we named Julianna Adelyn Faustus. I, however, nicknamed her Jules. Life seemed to be all put together. I had a husband and a baby that I loved with all of my life. I had started working with the search and rescue teams when needed when there was a cave in at the quarries or when someone went missing. During that time, I met Maximillian Stahl again. He had been the man that saved my life when I was fifteen years old. Working along side him on a few occasions, I grew acquainted to learning the ropes. But life decided to tear me away from what I loved doing. My husband, Quinton, grew ill and although his death was quick, it tore into my soul and left me with a three year old whose eyes constantly watched the door waiting on daddy to come back. Countless nights, I yearned for his love and mourning became my nightly routine after rocking my little girl to sleep and making sure that she was safe in bed. At that time, my night time prayers were for Jules' safety. All I want is to keep her from the games and whatever the future may hold for the both of us. Quinton's funeral left me with little to no money and the year following became hard. I had to put training to a few days a week and pick up a new trade as a mason. It was an honest way to earn money where most people in the district were raised doing this kind of thing. I was a quick study and between the two jobs, participating in the search and rescue when needed and raising my daughter, I had little time to do anything else. Jules is and will always be my pride and joy. Everything I do, I will do for her and to make sure that she is set up for the future. Her belly will always be full. Her arms will always find that I will have them wrapped up in love. The hunger games won't take her, not if I have anything to say about it and I'll do anything to make sure of it. |
