Re: Shadow Wanderer Done
Oct 19, 2012 23:44:39 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Oct 19, 2012 23:44:39 GMT -5
Shadow
A black shadow of Anger lingers in the forest as I walk along my path alone
History
I never chose to be a wanderer, I never even had a choice in the matter. My mother was the one who made that decision for me when I was maybe 4 or 5, she left the district, taking me with her. Who am I? I’m Shadow from district 1, a nineteen year old girl who’s been a wanderer since she was five. I don’t really remember my birth name, so Shadow’s the name I gave myself. I’ve never known what it’s like to live in the district but my mother says its horrendous. She says that they have a yearly competition called the hunger games where they pit twenty four kids, two from each district, against each other in a fight to the death that’s broadcast all over Panem. If you want to know where I am, I couldn’t tell you because I’ve been wandering on my own for a few years now. My mother and I went our separate ways after a terrible argument we had about why she had taken me with her when she left the district and forced me into a life of constant fear and running from the capitol. Even though it’s not me they’re after, I’m still no better off than my mother if we are caught. I’ll still be made an avox even if I didn’t want to be a wanderer. They’ll still cut my tongue out and make me a mute for the rest of my life. That is not what I want to have happen. I like my tongue thank you very much. Here I am alone in the world because I really am, I have no one to turn to, I can’t return to my district because surely my own father will turn me in to the peacekeepers. He doesn’t care about me and I feel the same way for him. For all I know, he’s the worst man in the world because he used to beat my mother. I should probably mention that he’s also the head peacekeeper of District 1, that means he has a lot of power over what happens to the district and if I’m spotted, he’ll have a hovercraft there by the afternoon. So you see, I can’t really go home so I wander the woods, looking for other people to join me but barely ever being successful in my search.
My mother was a troubled woman. When she was nineteen, she married my father in the Capitol and came to live in District 1. She didn’t know at the time that he would become a raving maniac who was drunk half the time and didn’t care about his family. How could she have known? For a few years, they were happy together and did many things together, until I came along. That was when my father started drinking with his co-workers and would come home highly intoxicated. Whenever my mother would tell him to stop drinking, he would fly into a rage and beat her sometimes until she was bloody. This never stopped my mother from loving him though. She loved him until the day when she found out he was cheating on her. Then, in the middle of the night, she grabbed a few of her things, and me and ran off into the night. She left the district via the fence and didn’t stop running until she was many miles away from the district. That is how she became a wanderer.
My father came from the Capitol. All his life, he trained to become a peacekeeper and eventually he did, once he met my mother though, he decided to move to District 1 to raise a family, although, why they didn’t stay in the capitol is beyond me. I think I would have had a much better childhood had we stayed there. He was a young man with lots of potential, at least that’s what they said. Now he’s a drunk, with no wife, no daughter, and no one who really loves him for who he is. Had he not cheated on my mother, perhaps my life would have been different but whats done is done, I can’t change the past, I can only make the future better. I should tell you about his rise to power as a peace keeper. He started off as all peace keepers start, a trainee. He was honest with everyone and helped whenever he could. As his superiors grew to trust him, he went up in rank until he became the head peace keeper of District 1. Then he turned into a monster and showed his true colors to the people who loved him. I guess that’s my father’s story.
Growing up a wanderer was hard on me. We were always on the move and I didn’t have any friends. It was too risky for us so my closest friend soon became my mother. I used to be able to tell her anything but then, right before our big argument, we began to drift apart and tensions between us started to build until it finally exploded on us. That was the worst fight I’ve ever had. I won’t give too many details on it but as you can probably guess, it was bad.
Since becoming a wanderer, I have learned many things; how to survive, how to find food and shelter, as well as how to set snares. Most of it I’ve been forced to learn out of necessity but a few, like how to build weapons, I’ve learned for my own reason and not just survival. I’ve taught myself how to fight with a knife and how to use a bow and arrows. The bow I made myself. I’m proud of myself that I’ve been able to survive this long and I know that I can survive as long as I want on my own, I don’t really need anyone else because I’m independent. [/size]
The gray of Pain, sorrow, and misery casts a dark cloud over my head as I search for a brighter place
Personality
If I could tell my parents one thing about myself that has changed the most, it would definitely have to be my personality. When I was five, I was carefree and didn’t really understand what it meant to be a wanderer, I just thought we were going on an adventure of some sort, I didn’t realize that my dad was the reason we were out here. Now though, I’ve hardened quite a bit, I’m reserved towards other wanderers I meet and don’t often like to socialize with other people. They just annoy me because I’m so used to being on my own. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I do get lonely but being on my own means I don’t have to worry about anyone else getting caught if I’m caught and I don’t have to worry that my actions will affect anyone else. I don’t want anyone else to suffer the kind of pain that I’ve been through.
I don’t cry. I haven’t cried since I was four and I broke my arm climbing a tree. There isn’t really anything that could make me cry. I’m not heartless mind you, I feel pain but I bottle it up inside until it explodes but it hasn’t done that yet so it’s all good for now. I also don’t normally show emotions. I hide behind a mask of indifference when in reality, I’m broken on the inside but I can’t let anyone see that. They would think me weak and unable to survive on my own because I’m so emotional. People who meat me often get the impression that I don’t care but in fact, I do care I’ve just been hurt by caring in the past.
I love singing. It’s the one thing that makes the pain go away and makes the world seem not so bad anymore. I don’t sing often though because of my need for secrecy. My favourite time to sing is when I’m alone and the mockingjays are all around me, then I’ll belt it out loudly until the entire forest is alive with the sound of music. It’s exhilarating to feel but you wouldn’t understand because you’ve never felt it. I have and I love it. Another thing I love besides singing is whistling which I do often because no one really pays attention to a whistle but they will pay attention to singing. [/font]
Only the white light of the moonbeams filtering in through the trees gives me hope for a better tomorrow
Appearance
Over the years, I’ve grown to not really care about what I look like as long as my hair is somewhat clean and tangle free I’m fine. Every so often, I’ll catch a glimpse of my straw blonde hair or my baby blue eyes in the water but not purposely. After years of being a wanderer, my once smooth, pale skin has become tanned and covered in scars from countless injuries. My hands are covered in callouses and my nails haven’t been cut in years.(Although, I’ve been doing my best to keep them short) My body has become quite thin because of all the running I’ve done and lack of food I eat during the day. My chest, even though I’m nineteen, is pretty much non-existent except for a small bump. A flat stomach shows that I don’t eat much, I’m rarely hungry for some reason.
I have nimble, if somewhat short, legs that are good for squatting and running from pursuers. I’ve come too far to get caught now. The nice thing about my body is that I can fit into very tight spaces without much effort and I can climb easily. This gives me a huge advantage when it comes to outsmarting any pursuers that might be chasing me. On my body is a pair of tattered trousers that I’ve been wearing since I left my mother and a many times stitched t-shirt that I’ve also been wearing since I left my mother. I know I should get new clothes but I can’t risk stopping in the districts.
I don’t know why but for some reason I prefer running around with no shoes on. I have a pair of runners in my backpack but I find it more comfortable in bare feet. As well, the runners are too small for me so yeah, they’re uncomfortable. In my pack, I also have a flashlight, a pair of gloves, a tattered wind breaker, a tarp, some rope, and a first aid kit which has come in very handy as of late because I’ve been tripping a lot for some reason. It must be the rain that’s making everything slippery. Anyways, I really have to keep moving. Shadow out.[/font]
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