Obstacles to Climb {Rachel/Bolts}
Oct 5, 2016 10:02:07 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 5, 2016 10:02:07 GMT -5
RACHEL VIOLETTE | 74th HUNGER GAMES | DISTRICT TWO FEMALE
Another mountain to climb; that's what the training before the Games was. She just had to get through the training and avoid making enemies, and then she'd be in the arena before she knew it. That was what Rachel had wanted, wasn't it? It was more so what her father wanted, in all actuality. Her father had always pushed her to volunteer, even if the rest of her family didn't know he was doing that. He very well could have been pushing his own daughter to her death.
Rachel had decided to wander around the training center a bit that day. She knew that if she got to know other tributes, she had to get on their good side, so that was her goal right then.
Make friends, not enemies, and you'll be fine. Rachel thought to herself. She decided it was best to scope out someone who didn't look like they wanted to kill her on the spot, which meant most of the other volunteers were probably out of the question. Therefore, when she saw the boy from District Three, she had decided to approach him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, but he didn't seem like he wanted to be there, either. Maybe that would be a good sign, and she could befriend him rather than become rivals. Rachel was usually good at making friends. She had been a sweet girl back in District Two, generally looking out for others, more than herself. In the arena, of course, she'd have to be looking out for herself instead. In the arena, she couldn't think about wanting to help others. She'd have to hurt them.
In the training center, though, she wasn't to hurt anyone. No fighting was allowed before the arena, which was likely a good thing, as that meant that there'd be no early deaths, and everyone would get at least a little extra time to survive. The Games were a death sentence for twenty-three of the tributes there, though. One would survive, and there was no way of knowing who it would be right then. If she were to die, who would be her killer? Would it be someone who truly wanted her dead, and enjoy the act of killing her, or would it be someone who was only doing it to survive, and felt regret after the fact? Rachel simply hoped that if she died, she'd go down fighting. She wasn't going to just let it happen, that was for sure.
At the moment, though, she needed to push the thought of death out of her mind. She was going to speak with the boy from Three; Bolts Spark, she believed his name was. He had curly locks of hair that were the color of fiery sparks, which was fitting, given his last name. Rachel finally went over to him and spoke up.
"What're you working on?" she asked the boy. As far as she had seen so far, this boy seemed to like to tinker with things, so she thought that perhaps he was doing something interesting. Maybe she could even pick up on it and learn it herself, or at least give it a shot.
528 words
Chevi
Rachel had decided to wander around the training center a bit that day. She knew that if she got to know other tributes, she had to get on their good side, so that was her goal right then.
Make friends, not enemies, and you'll be fine. Rachel thought to herself. She decided it was best to scope out someone who didn't look like they wanted to kill her on the spot, which meant most of the other volunteers were probably out of the question. Therefore, when she saw the boy from District Three, she had decided to approach him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, but he didn't seem like he wanted to be there, either. Maybe that would be a good sign, and she could befriend him rather than become rivals. Rachel was usually good at making friends. She had been a sweet girl back in District Two, generally looking out for others, more than herself. In the arena, of course, she'd have to be looking out for herself instead. In the arena, she couldn't think about wanting to help others. She'd have to hurt them.
In the training center, though, she wasn't to hurt anyone. No fighting was allowed before the arena, which was likely a good thing, as that meant that there'd be no early deaths, and everyone would get at least a little extra time to survive. The Games were a death sentence for twenty-three of the tributes there, though. One would survive, and there was no way of knowing who it would be right then. If she were to die, who would be her killer? Would it be someone who truly wanted her dead, and enjoy the act of killing her, or would it be someone who was only doing it to survive, and felt regret after the fact? Rachel simply hoped that if she died, she'd go down fighting. She wasn't going to just let it happen, that was for sure.
At the moment, though, she needed to push the thought of death out of her mind. She was going to speak with the boy from Three; Bolts Spark, she believed his name was. He had curly locks of hair that were the color of fiery sparks, which was fitting, given his last name. Rachel finally went over to him and spoke up.
"What're you working on?" she asked the boy. As far as she had seen so far, this boy seemed to like to tinker with things, so she thought that perhaps he was doing something interesting. Maybe she could even pick up on it and learn it herself, or at least give it a shot.
528 words
Chevi
