Emme Jae --- Wanderer ---- FINISHED!!

Really what do I look like? Well I'm a chick, with dark hair, dark eyes. But you can hardly see my eyes through their slouched lids and if you do their probably too red to tell much more. My mouth was small and plump with a full lower lip, my teeth pretty decent for not having dental care, albeit they seemed to all be push towards the front, like they were rushing to get out of my mouth . I know I smell, but that's part of being a wanderer. I wash when I get the chance but if don't I mean its not like I'm trying to impress anyone. If anything I just don't care. I see the world through roses tinted glasses and even with my big forehead and bushy hair I'm still boss.

My face holds on it bits and pieces of what people call baby fat, a little too thick here and there, and the features are all kind of gathered into the center sprinkled with sunspots and freckles. They helps me skirt my age a bit when I'm around people. Cause you know they feel sorry for me if they think I'm younger. Poor little girl, here take this, take that... I'm only 5'1 and a little on the curvy side. Believe it or not there is a lot to eat out there if you know where to look for it.

My fingers are thin and and always covered in dirt. I love gardening, what can I say. It feeds my habits. I don't really care to worry about what I look like in the long run as long as I'm relaxed and enjoying life. My clothes are pretty standard for someone who's always traveling, denim jeans and cotton tops. Some long, some short, as long as they weren't itchy then I really could care less. Once I saw myself in a mirror when I was strolling through D5. It was strange to look at the reflection and know everything I thought was me, wasn't.

Most the time you'll find me sitting under a tree, rolled up paper in my hand the soft glow emanating from the end with a smirk on my face. If you looked up the phrase "laid back" there should be a sketching of me next to it. I was a simple girl with simple tastes: A nice smoke, a little soup, and a whole lot of free time. Growing up in the districts just wasn't for me. I needed something a little less...real. I needed somewhere just to let go.

Most people I met seemed to enjoy their time with me. I'd share a little bit of whatever herb seemed ripe in my wagon, maybe some of my special mushrooms...just depended on how chill I felt. I wasn't stingy, share with me I'll share with you. Mainly all I asked for was a bit of food. I always seemed to be hungry...but that was another issue in its self.

You could call me gentle or kind, which was probably true, but I really don't know. I just did what I felt was right. The woods made me realize there was so much more to life than just work and play. So I traveled around me and my wagon, trying to make friends and exploring all the the different people of Panem. More than anything I was curious. I wanted to find out as much as I could about everything that seemed to peak my int rest.

The biggest problem is I'm lazy, well not really lazy just unmotivated. I'd rather hang out and smoke all day instead of do much else. At least I could sell the green if I needed some cash. There's always someone looking for some sort of escape and I don't mind being the one that gives it to them. Hell I've even dropped off a bag to a peace keeper in 12. We're all people just looking for a way to deal with life.

Born in District 11 I was expected to grow up and take part in the family corn business, but it just never clicked. Even from a young age I'd rather play outside in the grass than deal with the tricks of the trade. I'd rather chase the random butterfly or bee, than learn the difference between what type of corn was for feed or for us to eat. My parents thought I'd grow out of it, but it was just too much work to pay attention. The one thing I did enjoy was learning how to garden veggies, I could spend hours devouring the symmetric to what soil was best for which type of roots and which mushrooms would grow where...it was a circus of number and textures, colors and shapes, that all seemed to make sense to me.

When I was about 14 one of the older boys at school showed me a smoking pipe he had snatched from his father and we all went out back and he pulled out a small sack with dried leaves in it, tell us how his father has these plants out back that he always pulls them from. Taking turns passing the pipe I remember a smooth happiness taking me over, like a warm blanket. I was hooked.

A few weeks later I went over to his house and his dad started teaching me about growing the herbs, saying that if he could share his tricks with someone, I'd be the one to understand it. The months became years and we would spend our free time together smoking and growing even sometimes selling our goods. Til one day in the garden he leaned in a kissed me. I knew it was wrong, he was 20 years my elder but I couldn't help myself. I was 16 and just starting to become a woman and his affection was more than I could expect. We spent the next 8 months sneaking around behind my friends mother's back and enjoying our trysts. I thought he was going to leave her for me.

Yet when she got sick he started pulling away. Saying he owed it to his family to be with them, not me. So that's when I decided to just say f-ck it and move on. Late one spring night I grabbed an old rusty wooden wagon out of my parents shed and went over to his house while they were sleeping and took all the herbs I could find, replanting them in the wagon and sneaking to the gate. After searching for several hours I found a hole big enough to swish through with the wagon and off I went. I've been out here almost 2 years now, just going where the wind blows.