Alder Peavey ☠ District 7 FINISHED

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I'm a pretty f-cking princess. No, really, I am.

Alder is simply stunning with her chipmunk cheeks and totally average hair and face. Its like everything about her screams beautiful. She is a delicate little flower with mousy brown shoulder length hair, often with bangs a little too choppy (Why go to the barber when you can just hack at it yourself?). The picture of perfection with the faint spackling of freckles across her button nose. With eyebrows a little too dark and her eyes a little offset, Alder is made to be a model. And she wants to eat your face, but seriously, no.

[/s] Sometimes she just can't help that she is better than everyone.

She stands a towering five feet six inches tall and has the build of the most award winning lumber jack. All muscly and limber, girls wish they could be like her. Her breasts so small they're practically nonexistent, but that didn't matter with her firm athletic backside she could still get some lovin'. Her teeth, though white, were so beautiful that they always looked like they wanted to pop out of her mouth. So big and beautiful. Almost like they were rushing to get to the front and show everyone just how clean they were. She captured the essence of Aphrodite herself. Her skin was peachy and smooth chaffed due to the time she spent outside, but the dripping sarcasm that flowed from her pores seemed to hide the fact that she was totally ordinary.

If you didn't know Alder, you'd think she was a total b-tch. And you'd probably be right. Even as a child she had this look about her, one that just made you feel like she was looking through you, judging you...which she was. Her eyes would follow you, her head cocked to the side, lips pursed... waiting for you to fail. Her mother would laugh, call her percosious and curious and even a smart alec. It was all true. She had no sense of personal privacy and would just say what she felt like.

She did have a sweet side though, hidden way under all the layers of sharpness and barbs. There was a girl just aching for someone to love her, to want to be around her, and accept that for her, maybe just maybe, sarcasm was the answer to everything. She hid her creative side, really who wants a girl who likes to color, and spent most of her time out in the woods. She could climb through the branches of most the tress in the near by oak forest by the time she was 5. Though a few broken bones had slowed her down over the years. Five to be exact.

She had shattered her left ankle when she was 9. Alder was trying to prove that a girl could be just as daring as the boys in her class. After reaching the highest branch,without looking down, she tried to jump to the roof of the school. At first it seemed like the jump was fine, her body suspended mid air, yet some how it all went wrong. Her arms flailed as she crash, rolling on her leg with a scream. The healers patched her up pretty decent, but she still has a hitch when she runs. And don't even ask about the pain when it rains.

In school her teachers weren't sure how to take her, "She's just too mature for her age. She understands too much. She's smart as a whip, just too clever for her own good" They'd always excuse the snark and satire as if it was just expected with a "Oh that's just Alder." and sigh. Her father always worried that a Peace Keeper would take her quirked eyebrow and wrinkled nose the wrong way, always thinking that one wrong move and his daughter would be zapped out from under his family. When she was 12 and the reapings start her parents would bribe her with treats, a new dress, a bit of candy, anything and everything to have her keep her mouth shut.It wasn't that she hated the Capitol, she just hated restrictions.

As puberty came and went she and the neighbor boy became close.Luke hasn't named him yet so sorry if this is foggy He was a few years older and for some reason, he just understood her dry humor and eye rolls. For years they'd sneak out, watch his sisters play in the forests as they'd just talk. It never seemed to take the track farther than just friends. Sometimes a cuddle here, or a kiss on the forehead. He is the other half of me. Every reaping they'd walk together hand in hand watching over the flock of siblings around them, like great oaks watching over the seedlings. Year after year though they've lucked out, making the same trip back together. Alder's youngest brother, Teak, only has one reaping left, and her other, Culler, has just reached being unreapable. Yet _____(luke's character's name) sisters still remain.

After Alder turned sixteen her job in the logging station became a more permenant fixture in her life. Every day waking up at the brink of dawn to catch a ride with ______ down to the forest, tying her hair on her head as she would grumble about it being the same old same old as her eyes would roll. Always the same routine at the site, her fingers with their short nails would tap along the list of men on the the rigs. Alder's job was to make sure that the correct teams made it to the correct areas, _____ would tease her, saying she was the secretary. As much as she hated to admit it, he was pretty much right. Someday she dreamed of having her own crew, being able to sit back and hopefully enjoy life.

Not that life in District 7 could really be that enjoyable. The only upside was her family was still around and so was ______'s. Alder had recently moved out into her own small apartment above her parents garage. It wasn't much but it was a step out on her own. A start to becoming an adult, and her real life. Living alone was teaching her responsibility, and that even if she wanted to call someone a Douche Canoe, it didn't always make it right. So the nights she felt like screaming ____ would come over and they'd sit on the roof having their long talks about how, someday things would have to be right.









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