scylla fidi . d10 . fin

I've always been prone to violence.

"Fuck off, Daryl." The snap of my words are forceful, much like the snap of my fist against his face.

I suppose I'm prone to aggression in general, really. Some of it's verbal, while other in other instances, it ends up more physical. I'm no stranger to a good fight. My father tells me to keep the physical fighting to my career training time, and for a while, I tried to listen to him. At this point, though, restraining myself from delivering a swift kick to a dude's balls just isn't worth it.

Now, I'm not just angry for no good reason. I don't fight people just because I can. I usually do it as a way of showing someone they're wrong. Some bully teased my little brother? Sucks to be that bully now. A dude on the street catcalled me? My elbow is in your gut now. Satisfied?

That's how the world should work, so that's how my world does work. I suppose I work on a sort of vigilante justice system. Karma. Comeuppance. You get what's coming to you. Things come back to bite you in the ass, I just make sure it happens quicker if I can.

I'm an angry person for good reason, most of the time. Other times, when I don't have a good reason to be angry, I take out the aggression in my training, like my father suggested so many times. I use that anger to fuel my skills that I'll need if I ever end up in the arena. I don't really plan to volunteer. I feel that my justice-related doings are more useful in day-to-day life than in a death match, to be totally honest with you.

Still, though, should I end up in the arena some day, I don't lack hope or confidence in myself. I don't doubt I could bring a grown man to the ground, so doing that to another kid in an arena shouldn't be that much harder. Well, I suppose, aside from them most likely being armed. That, and the fact that the end goal would be to kill them.

I don't really have the desire to kill someone. I'd defend myself if there was someone trying to kill me, of course. I just don't know if I could be the one to start it. I mean, perhaps if I knew that not starting the fight first could get me killed, too, I would try to do what needed to be done. I suppose I just don't really know. I would imagine things are much different in a Hunger Games arena than they are in regular, everyday life, or even in career training situations.

Growing up, it was always just my father and I. My mother left when I was about a year old, and I never had any siblings. She never wanted kids, which, I don't either, but I still don't think she should've just abandoned us like that. Maybe talking something out with my father rather than just not coming home one night would've been the more mature way to handle things.

Dad and I are close. We do a lot together. He spends a lot of time at work as a veterinarian for cattle, but when he's home, we spend as much time with one another as we can. We cook dinner together, play card games together, go for walks, and do whatever other fun things we can think of to do as a father-daughter pair. That's another reason I'd never volunteer for the Games. I couldn't do that to us. I couldn't just leave him like my mother did. Not by choice.

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