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Roselyn’s mind, a Ferris wheel, one of imaginative thoughts and questions that were always stirring inside of her heart, and especially, her twisted soul. Here, deep in her, nothing of kindness could reach her heart, without becoming tangled in that questioning, like a mental judge for the young lady. Her mind was in fact a place like a carnival, the rides and swings going up and down in a steady, almost remote controlled, pace. To Roselyn, this wasn’t really much of a concern in any matter that was just how she is. A quiet shy girl with a future laid ahead in her mind, one that involved danger and much more.

Her eyes were taking on a misted over look as she dipped her small head to the ground, a sigh emanating from deep in her throat. All she could think of was her life, the rest of it. Thinking about something like that wouldn’t make Roselyn heal, and she knew it very well. Still, many never knew what she thought nor had thoughts of. Roselyn’s encounters out the previous day, well, they had just managed to scare her away from some of these thoughts, only to have her return a bit quickly.

Over the blonde’s heart shaped head, a hood with noticeable fraying edges stood placed. Through this thick fabric, her eyes weren’t at all noticeable. Instead, all you could see were the jagged edges of bangs that hung down. In all, she looked like that kind of dark girl who kept to herself. Truthfully, that’s exactly what Roselyn was, a dark personality teen with a small attitude.

Standing up, the girl had managed to take a glance over at her mother, a worn away being with high cheekbones and a wearing away shape in all. The poor woman could barely support Roselyn and herself at all, a sad thought really. To make this better, Roselyn had tried to hold up a job in the fields, her mother now suffering though she was well fed and healthy. The old woman’s mouth began to move as words came out.

“Might you being going somewhere,” her voice was completely different than how she looked, a smooth and clear note that seemed to ring like a bell as the words slithered out of her moth. Roselyn turned away, a nearly disgusted look covering her face as she was careful to make sure that her mother didn’t catch it. Roselyn was indeed going somewhere, not that her mother should really care.

“Yes,” the teen replied almost lazily to her mother, turning abruptly and opening the door with a snaky pale hand. The wooden door opened with a cracking sound and closed even louder, a new sound shooting through the hinges.

Once out of the door, the girl could barely manage to muster a sigh of relief. To get outside was something that she hadn’t done in a while. Yes, staying inside, a sick mother on hand, not a fun combo. In truth, Roselyn was just glad to feel the wind buffeting against her face and the sun beating down on her neck. The warmth made her smile just the tiniest bit.

The only other time that Roselyn got outside, was to simply do her job, working in the dreaded fields. The sun there seemed to be hotter than usually and there was never any wind. Probably a set-up by the capitol, Roselyn figured. Yes, Her favorite place in the world, so not the capitol. Still, she always wished to take part in one of their silly games.

A waste of life, some said. No, Roselyn knew that it would be a way to prove to others around her that she was worth something that that in all, she couldn’t be smashed to the ground like a simple beetle, running across the street. A strong girl, that is what he is, one that won’t let a peacekeeper or anyone her age or older get in her way.

Only once, had Roselyn ever told her thoughts to anyone, the shopkeeper Gabrielle Taryn. As if she’d remember them now, the thoughts crossed through the teenagers mind as her eye-balls rolled up high in her small heart shaped head. Emanating from her throat was a small laugh, almost a giggle at these memories.

How unfortunate, yet, useful that is all that Roselyn was able to think. Still, the lady knew one thing for sure, no doubts about it. If she were to die, for it to be at the games would be ideal then any other place. No one, Roselyn was sure, had the guts to think the same way that she did. At least, if they weren’t a district 11 citizen. This statement was for sure.


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