D13 ☆ SYDNEY ROSETTA HARPER [DONE]

( N A M E ) Sydney Rosetta Harper
( A G E ) Sixteen
( D I S T R I C T ) Thirteen
( G E N D E R ) Female

She was nervous, you could tell easily from the constant rhythm that came from her foot, where the show seemed too big. It tapped lightly on the ground. However, it was also the way she bit tentatively at her thin pink lip, her warm brown eyes scrunched up in apprehension. Eyes that were usually so bright and cheekily lit were now dimly glowing with an anxiety that seemed to look foreign on a normally cheerful girl. Her small hands were held tight in front of her and a few flecks on nail polish still clung to them in a defiant act, unwilling to let go over her short worn down nails. Her hands were like those of a person who had had to work all her life, they were not smooth and soft, but hard and calloused. She squeezed them every now and then an attempt to cam herself, futile, but an attempt none the less.

She was uncertain of herself, and her out straight out worry was upsetting her. She had no need to worry, she had no reason to stress, the guards would not hurt her, and she hadn’t done anything wrong, hadn’t she? It hadn’t been her fault when the two boy’s had started fighting (Food fights, they were the only entertainment, but they lead to all sorts of trouble) in the cafeteria. Sure she had leapt up and tried to break it up. But it hadn’t been her fault when her fist had collided with Devon, he had simple gotten in the way. No big deal, nothing to worry about. She would explain it all and they could not possibly be upset with her. The doctors had said that Devon would be fine, they had said that the crack in his skull from when he had hit the floor hadn’t given him that much brain damage.

There was no breeze; there was nothing, but the hot air that circulated around the whole of the underground rooms. Her dark brown hair hung limply around her face; her cheeks were flushed with a small rosy pink blush. Her hair was, however, pulled out and away from her face, thrown over one shoulder. It held a healthy shine, but it lacked that sheen that signalled that that person was healthy and happy. But then not many people in District Thirteen were ever super ecstatic. It wasn’t, to put it lightly, the best place in the whole of Panem, but it was an escape, it was better than being in a district where every day you feared for your life. It had its advantages, however limited they were.

The grey clothes hung around her frame and they swayed with her movements as she leaned back on the wall. She had not been given a chair, and she would not sit on the floor. Stubbornly she crossed her arms across her chest, they were long and thin, and as she moved a flash of pale, but lightly tanned skin could be seen. For a second the worry evaporated to be replaced by a scowl of impatience, but her face slackened as quickly as it came, her heart racing a little faster, worry gnawing at her. She would never admit it, but she was scared. She leaned back heavily against the wall, putting most of her wait onto it. Her legs were thin like her arms, but they were lean and strong, she was a capable runner when she needed to be. The rest of her was thin, but not too thin to the point of revulsion; she was what you could call the perfect weight.

She pressed her thin lips into a tight smile, her jaw tightening with the movement, normally she was confident and very self-assured, but right now she felt totally isolated and as if she could at any moment get into a lot of trouble. Her brown eyes flickered toward her right hand; a red welt stained her knuckles.

"Ms. Harper." The words were dragged out by a deep voice that sounded fake, they were drawn out and drawled, there was no emotion in the mechanical voice. The door slide open and with reluctance, that foretold her unease at the situation, Sydney stepped through it. As soon as she entered the room the door snapped shut with a dull thud, it was not the door closing that made her flinch, jumping a few steps forward, but the sound of a lock sliding into place. The metallic cling echoed in the empty hallway, save for herself. Sydney did not like being trapped. The idea of having nowhere to run, no where to hide and escape was not a good one. But then perhaps she had chosen the wrong place to move to.

Hesitantly she stepped forwards her too big shoes echoing with each step, her feet landing heavily. It was not pleasant and with each step she wished she could walk barefoot, feeling the cool smooth floor beneath the balls of her feet as she moved silently. The grace of a bird and the stealth of a prowling mountain cat. But she could not, so she trudged on forwards, resenting the place she know called her home, and longing for a way to escape, or even perhaps the small comfort that flirting with boys would help her. She could do none of this and so she scowled, showing her anger and nervousness openly on her face. She never let her eyes stray away from the dark grey door that stood at the end of the hall. The rest of the room was bright and white, harsh lights giving it a sickly sheen. The whole place made her feel sick, from the bitter smell in the air to the spotless floor, that probably held more dirt then Stinky Winky had. And Stinky had not showered for threes years.

The room that she steps into has nothing, but a simple wooden table, a metal chair and a lady sitting opposite it on a wooden chair. Sydney eyed the chair, wondering if it had cushioning on it and if it did how unfair it was. "Sydney, do you know why you are here?" Why must everyone state the obvious? Why must they ask questions that a deaf person could answer? It always fustrated her to no extent, the stupidity of some people. "Well, I believe it is because I broke up a fight and in doing so I punched someone in the face. However-" "Yes that is why you are here. Now what to do with you..." She paused eyeing Sydney.

"Before I was rudely interrupted I was going to mention that I did nothing wrong." She replied stubbornly, crossing her arms stiffly over her chest. "Dear child, then for that reason I will simply give you a warning. Next time I hear that you have caused trouble you will pay more severely. Now leave my sight before I change my mind."

She stared, dumbfounded for a moment. What? Shaking her head in dismay she stood up, the words of a million arguments springing to her lips, she bit them all back down before turning and fleeing the room.