Keeping To Oneself {Rachel/Mitchell}
Oct 4, 2016 20:15:37 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 4, 2016 20:15:37 GMT -5
RACHEL VIOLETTE | 74th HUNGER GAMES | DISTRICT TWO FEMALE
The whole idea of volunteering for the Games hadn't even crossed Rachel's mind before the day of the reaping. For some reason that she couldn't think of how to explain, when she got to the reaping, she wanted in. She wanted to fight, which was a very rare thing for her to feel in her life. Normally, she was quite the sweetheart, and was rather protective of others. There was no way she could be that way in the arena, though. It was like she had just devoted herself to being someone completely different.
Rachel had been told by her brothers and mother that the Games are something she would never want to experience. Her father, however, had been a career in his youth, and saw it as a wondrous thing that his daughter should volunteer for the Games. He had always wanted to see one of his children put in the effort of trying to become a victor, but didn't normally speak of it, due to the disagreement that most of the family had on that particular topic. Regardless, at the reaping, Rachel's gut seemed to want to follow her father's wishes, rather than that of her other family members.
When her family came to visit her in the Justice Building, her father was proud, but the others seemed frightened with tears in their eyes. She wished she could have had a better explanation for why she did what she did, but she wasn't even sure if she could explain it to herself. Rachel wasn't someone who normally made rash decisions- especially not those that had a chance of ending her life. Generally, despite her curiosity that she always seemed to have, she remained as cautious as she could manage to be.
In the Training Center, Rachel had so many options of what to do. Did she want to train with weapons, and reveal to her fellow tributes the slight array of skills she had? Perhaps not. It was likely that it would be best for her to start with survival-related things, such as fire-making. The seventeen year old girl made her way over to the survival stations, scanning with her eyes what the best options may be. She saw some of the other tributes nearby, but wasn't sure if she should approach any of them. Would that be a risk she wanted to make before the Games even started? She was nervous that if she spoke to someone, she may end up with a disagreement with them, and result in them targeting her. That was one of her worst fears- being a target.
Rachel eventually settled on just observing what the other tributes were doing in order to decide what she wanted to do. She saw some tributes that seemed very knowledgeable about what they were doing, and others that seemed to be just now learning. Regardless of what the others were doing, though, the girl continued to observe, unsure of what to think. Could she trust any of them, or would they all want to kill her? She expected that the latter was more likely than the former. Rachel was standing alone, somewhat hoping that she wouldn't be approached by anyone. She would be alone in the arena, whether she had allies or not, really. That likely meant that she should keep to herself here, too, right?
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Tom
Rachel had been told by her brothers and mother that the Games are something she would never want to experience. Her father, however, had been a career in his youth, and saw it as a wondrous thing that his daughter should volunteer for the Games. He had always wanted to see one of his children put in the effort of trying to become a victor, but didn't normally speak of it, due to the disagreement that most of the family had on that particular topic. Regardless, at the reaping, Rachel's gut seemed to want to follow her father's wishes, rather than that of her other family members.
When her family came to visit her in the Justice Building, her father was proud, but the others seemed frightened with tears in their eyes. She wished she could have had a better explanation for why she did what she did, but she wasn't even sure if she could explain it to herself. Rachel wasn't someone who normally made rash decisions- especially not those that had a chance of ending her life. Generally, despite her curiosity that she always seemed to have, she remained as cautious as she could manage to be.
In the Training Center, Rachel had so many options of what to do. Did she want to train with weapons, and reveal to her fellow tributes the slight array of skills she had? Perhaps not. It was likely that it would be best for her to start with survival-related things, such as fire-making. The seventeen year old girl made her way over to the survival stations, scanning with her eyes what the best options may be. She saw some of the other tributes nearby, but wasn't sure if she should approach any of them. Would that be a risk she wanted to make before the Games even started? She was nervous that if she spoke to someone, she may end up with a disagreement with them, and result in them targeting her. That was one of her worst fears- being a target.
Rachel eventually settled on just observing what the other tributes were doing in order to decide what she wanted to do. She saw some tributes that seemed very knowledgeable about what they were doing, and others that seemed to be just now learning. Regardless of what the others were doing, though, the girl continued to observe, unsure of what to think. Could she trust any of them, or would they all want to kill her? She expected that the latter was more likely than the former. Rachel was standing alone, somewhat hoping that she wouldn't be approached by anyone. She would be alone in the arena, whether she had allies or not, really. That likely meant that she should keep to herself here, too, right?
556 words
Tom