The Hearsay of Rain (Advanced, please post)

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Imprinted Since Birth

Rue Evergreen

I Was Born On

April 23

You Know Me AsRue
I've Roamed This Earth For

Nearly nineteen years.

I'm Distinguished As

A Human

I Originate From

Who knows? Somewhere from Europe.

Hair Colour

Dark brown.

Eye Colour

Dark green with grey rimming the iris. "Painted Pupils", with brown spiking around the pupil.

Skin Colour

Dark mocha colored.

Markings

Golden tattooed pattern going down the left side of her face, curves over her forehead before disappearing into her hairline. Trails under her jaw following the curve on the left side of her neck, across her left shoulder and ending on her left shoulder blade.

Height

5.7

Weight

132

Frame

Small

Description

Fine bone structure, high, prominent cheekbones, long, slender legs, slim, lean, athletic build. Finely toned muscles, healthy, clear skin that radiates health. Slightly slanted eyes, giving her more an exotic look. A face as unforgettable and beautiful as Helen of Troy.





The sun had yet to rise over the distant mountains, dawn barely breaking over the horizon as I rose from my cot. Walking with a silent, experienced tread across my room, I pull on the clothes I had left out the night before. Tugging on a pair of fitted, light grey pants and a close-fitting dark burgundy tunic, I hunt for my boots and socks under my cot. Soon after I was lacing up the black boots, looking out the only window in my tiny room, where early morning light was flitering through. Standing, I pulled my hair back in my long signature braid, grabbing the long, black jacket that had once belonged to my father and sliding into it. The worn leather felt comforting as it settled across y back and shoulders, going down to my knees with two layers of buttons down the front. It was Sunday today, April 1st, the day of the Reaping. This was the 74th year the 12 Districts of the Capitol had been forced to give two tributes, a male and a female between the ages of ten and twenty-five to the Capitol to compete in their sadistic Hunger Games, where the tributes were forced to kill or be killed, and only one could be marked the victor. What was even worse was that the Capitol forced us to celebrate the Hunger Games as if it were a cherished holiday. Most days like this, I would be out in the woods, hunting illegally. Each district was enclosed in a fifty foot high electric fence, but our's here in District 12 was hardly ever charged. We actually had little electricity to begin with; the only time it was constant was during the Games, when it was mandatory for everyone to be watching them. And although the razor-topped fence was impossible to scale, we could always go beneath it in a few places. It wasn't like the few Peacekeepers who were here to keep us from making trouble or starting a rebellion made any attempt to stop us; some even bought the meat that I shot or greens that I gathered. But not today. Today, everyone would be in the town square by Noon, would be waiting for the names of the two tributes to be drawn from the glass balls, for the two tributes to be taken to the Capitol. District 12 was in charge of coal mining, as every district was in charge of working something for the Capitol, and we hardly ever had a victor. The only victor who was alive was Haymitch, an old drunk that lived alone who everyone despised. Maybe that was part of the reason why we never had victors, having Haymitch as the mentor.

I crept quietly through my house, not wanting to wake my younger sister, Prim, or my mother, who would still be asleep at this time. They were the entire reason I hunted beyond the fences in the woods surrounding District 12, the reason why I was part of the Hob, the black-market run in an abandoned warehouse at the end of the town square. Ever since my father had died, I had had to step up to take care of my family. I had been terrified to go into the woods without my father with me, I had only been eight when he died, and I hadn't had much practice with the bows and arrows he had designed and constructed. But I go older, and stronger, braver even, and started venturing out more often, farther into the woods. I became an excellent hunter, used my father's old plant book to decide which plants were edible, learned how to clean out my kill and cook it, learned who intown preferred what and who would give me the beat price. The mayor and his daughter liked strawberries, the baker, squirrels. And although my family didn't always do the beat, we didn't do the worst, either. We did okay.

A moment later I was in the misty, early morning air, breathing in deeply, watchin the sun begin its slow rise over the mountain tops. It couldn't be past 6:30. If I hurried, I would be able to to bag a few kills, gather some greens, and make my way around the Seam and the Hob before I had to clean up and change into some of my best clothes for the Reaping. I made my way quickly across the Meadow to the fence, game bag slung over my shoulder, making sure no one was following me as I went through and darted into the safety of the forest, my forest. Once I was in the shadows, I smiled. The forest was the only place I could truly be myself. Retrieving my hardwood, dark brown bow and quiver of arrows from a hollow tree where I had stashed them last, I strong the now and put an arrow in place, creeping with a silent, light tread deeper into the forest, on the constant lookout for game or greens as I took an old trail that led to the lake.



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