Deleted
Relationship:
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
May 5, 2024 9:04:51 GMT -7
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 13:10:27 GMT -7
Nessa had finally gotten back to her normal routine after forever. She had just come back from the 76th Hunger Games, where she had to mentor and she was terrible at it. She didn't know a lot of things except for the whole 'stay alive and hide' part, as that was exactly what she did to win. Both of her tributes died in the bloodbath, and she felt like a terrible mentor. But the tributes weren't really listening or caring about what she had to say either, so she knew it wasn't her fault.
When she came back from her first mentoring experiment, she was excited that she was able to participate in the big race that they had every year. The Peacekeepers bet on who was going to win, and Nessa was the most favorable this year. She had participated since she was eleven, and she loved every second of it. Every year she got better too, even though she was pretty good from the start. Last year, she wasn't able to participate because she was on the victory tour, but this year she was ready. She had participated in small races they had throughout the year, but this one was the biggest one of the district. She, along with nine other men, were going to race in one of the hardest courses designed one of the architects that designed hovercrafts. This woman knew how to design a course, and she did it in her free time. Nessa had been so excited for it, and she wanted to win so badly.
The brown haired girl knew there was a couple hours before the race, and she fixed up her vehicle of choice and making sure it was in the best condition it could be. She turned her head to see a couple people watching her. She nodded towards them and she decided that she needed to take a break. She grabbed her canteen full of water and walked over. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little girl looking at her. Nessa saw that the girl was probably younger than ten. It was around her age that she started to work on vehicles and hovercrafts in her free time.
Nessa walked over to the girl and gave a small smile. "How are you doing? Are you here to see the race later?" She asked. She didn't treat the girl any different than she would treat someone her age, as when she was that young, she wanted to be treated like an adult--same as anyone else.
WORD COUNT: 432 TAG: December Rain NOTES: Sorry if this isn't too good. I couldn't really figure out how they would meet, so I just came up with something on a whim haha.
|
|
District 6
Unsure
8 Years Old
Relationship:
Kids are icky
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
Aug 12, 2021 19:46:12 GMT -7
|
Post by December Rain on Sept 15, 2016 19:48:23 GMT -7
Ever since Nessarose Grove had won the 75th Hunger Games, December Rain had been searching for a way to talk to her. She absolutely had to talk to the newest victor. Her arrival back in District 6 and the speeches had been too crowded though, too public. She'd never really gotten a chance to talk to Amelia Grove when she had won several years ago, but there hadn't been any opportunity. Amelia hadn't really... done anything that December could go to, and she couldn't really go up to the girl's house. Well, she could - she'd gone up to Lex Malcolm's house when she'd needed to, after all - but she was smart enough to know that wouldn't work. She'd discovered by now that people weren't as nice to random kids showing up uninvited to their house. But Nessarose did things. She went places, and the opportunities were there for December to run into her.
One of those opportunities was racing. December had never really cared for the races. She'd gone to a couple when she was younger, but no one had hit anyone else and there were no explosions. There were just vehicles zooming around. It was beyond boring, but she could put up with it today. She knew Nessarose Grove was entering, and this could be her chance. It wouldn't be weird if she pretended to be interested in the whole thing, like everyone else who went. So, a few hours before they started, she made her way over to the course. She'd left Lilith at home this time, as well as her shoes. She was wearing a faded yellow dress that had once been either April or May's, but was now bordering on pretty threadbare.
It wasn't hard at all to find out where Nessarose was once she got there. There were small clusters of people around some of the racers, but the biggest cluster was around the victor. December padded over to that group on the dusty ground and squeezed her way in between people to stand at the front. Nessarose was there, working on her vehicle. Now, it was just the waiting to be noticed. December watched the older girl work - even though it was boring. It looked like a plain old racing vehicle. If December ever did decide to race, she would trick out her ride with spikes and paint and little tricks. She bet Nessarose Grove's vehicle didn't do anything but go really fast.
Finally, the victor stopped for a break and the 8-year-old let out a breath of relief. She kept watching Nessarose, biting her lip as she rocked back and forth between her toes and heels a bit, the picture of childhood innocence and shyness - which she'd learned from April. And it worked! Nessarose headed her way and talked to her. December had to resist the urge to scrunch her nose and say how boring that sounded. It would not win her any points, but she knew a little about what would. "Oh, I don't know. All those big fast vehicles, sounds like it could get kind of scary." Ick. But then December gave a little shy smile and took a step closer to Nessarose. People usually liked it when other people smiled at them, and that was really the only reason December did it. She didn't actually like smiling, as a general rule. But right now, December had a question that she wanted answered, and it might be her only time to get to ask it, so she needed to get this victor to like her a little bit.
"I was actually kind of hoping to talk to you," December said, clasping her hands behind her back. "I watched your Games. Well, of course everybody did but I... I was wondering if you could tell me what it was like to kill someone. To fight them and win. Like with your mace and everything." She said it so sweetly, as if she was wondering how Nessarose was such a good racer or how she did her hair. December promptly clapped her mouth shut after that, mostly to stop herself from gushing about how much she had loved that fight.
WC: 697 Tag: @nessa Notes: No, this is great!
|
|
Deleted
Relationship:
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
May 5, 2024 9:04:51 GMT -7
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 11:38:44 GMT -7
Nessa wondered why a little girl would want to know something like that. When she was little, she was into tinkering things and wondering about other things in the world, not...well, killing. She refused to watch the Hunger Games because she hated all of the killing. She was definitely a pacifist, and that was why she avoided fighting the whole games until the end. She was curious on why the little girl from District 6 would want to know how it felt to kill people. Nessa looked at her with an eyebrow raised, taking some time to take that question in. It wasn't a question she had ever gotten before despite the millions of annoying questions she had been asked since she won. Nessa completely ignored, and forgot about, the comment the little girl said about the race because this one just took the cake.
"I...uh," she said, trying to think. What was she suppose to say? Nessa knew that this girl was pretty weird, especially if she was asking a question like this. "I guess I didn't really take that in. I just knew I was alive and was happy that I didn't die. Especially since I was facing a Career. I think the best answer is relieved. Yeah, I felt relief when I won," she said, still trying to think about that. Over the past year, Nessa had tried to forget about the games. It was hard, though, when you were one of two victors from District 6. Nonetheless, it was something that she could forget about when she was with her friends or when she was racing, even if it was only for a few moments. But why did the little girl show up at a place like this? The games hadn't happened in over a year.
She wasn't sure if she should ask another question back, but she decided to go for it. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to know?" She said. She would have been surprised if anyone asked this question, whether they were old or young, girl or boy. Nessa was curious as to why she was asking. It wasn't something that came up in casual conversation, though the little girl said it as if it always came up.
WORD COUNT: 386 TAG: December Rain
|
|
District 6
Unsure
8 Years Old
Relationship:
Kids are icky
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
Aug 12, 2021 19:46:12 GMT -7
|
Post by December Rain on Sept 19, 2016 6:39:24 GMT -7
December listened with rapt attention as Nessarose answered her. She was excited to finally - maybe - get an answer to her question, and maybe even the chance to ask more questions. District 6 didn't exactly have victors walking around everywhere, and since she hadn't been able to talk to Amelia Grove or Lex Malcolm, Nessarose Grove might be the last chance she had. It was an important part of learning what it would take to win the Hunger Games, she had decided. After all, even though Nessarose hadn't been the most interesting tribute to watch throughout the entire Games, she had still one. She had still killed people to come home.
The answer December got though was a little disappointing. Relieved. That hardly sounded like the emotion you should have when you'd just killed someone and won the Games. Victorious, happy, powerful - those were the kinds of words December had expected. She scrunched her nose up a little without meaning to, then promptly looked down, feigning shyness again for a moment while she thought about it. She guessed other parts made sense. Being happy that she didn't die made sense. She bet that every day in the arena had felt like that for Nessarose, and it was something December herself didn't feel now. She'd never been close to dying though, which was too bad.
The older girl asked a question next, which made December look back up. She smiled a little again, because this was a question that was taking even more steps in the right direction with the victor. December had already been made fun of quite a bit for her dream and her dedication to achieving it, but it seemed impossible that someone who had actually done what she wanted to do would make fun of her. If anyone in District 6 could understand, it should be Nessarose. "One day, I'm going to win the Hunger Games," she said proudly. "I know it's still a long way off because I'm only eight, but when I'm eighteen I'm going to volunteer and I'm going to win. I've already been training when I can. What did you do to get strong? Because obviously not everyone can swing a mace around. I don't even think I could lift one, and I think I like knives better anyway, but I still need to get strong somehow." December knew that she was babbling a bit, but she couldn't help herself. This was her favorite subject, and so far anyway, someone was talking to her about it.
WC: 422 Tag: @nessa
|
|
Deleted
Relationship:
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
May 5, 2024 9:04:51 GMT -7
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 11:34:35 GMT -7
Nessa knew she would never meet a stranger girl in her life. Se had never met someone in District 6 that wanted to go into the Hunger Games and was excited about it. What little girl ever wanted to go into the Hunger Games? This one, apparently. She would expect it from a District 1, 2, or even 4 girl, but a District 6 girl? Well, that was something interesting. District 6 was definitely not known for their victors, or known for being bloodthirsty Careers. They were mostly known for just surviving and trying to make the best out of a bad situation. Hell, if it wasn't for her aunt getting reaped, Nessa probably would have never been in the games.
At least this girl knew what she wanted in the future, though. Nessa still didn't know what to do. She figured she could lay around all day and every day for the rest of her life, but that was never her. This girl had big plans, and the brown-haired female thought that it was good to know what you wanted at such a young age. When she was that little, her father hadn't married her step-mother and so she didn't have to worry about real life situations. But over time, things changed and so did Nessa. But she never thought in a million years that she would be the victor of a Hunger Games.
"Well when that time comes, I'll be cheering you on. Who knows, maybe we'll be neighbors," Nessa said with a smile. Be positive and don't crush this girl's dreams, she thought. Nessa still thought that this whole situation was extremely strange, but hey, if she was stuck on something, who was Nessa to judge her?
She didn't really know what she had done to get strong. She had just worked her butt off as a hovercraft and car mechanic, but there was nothing more to that really. Nessa wasn't one to work out, nor did she have the privilege to before the games. She would hang off of the wings of hovercrafts and work on them, so her upper arm strength was naturally strong and she was so used to doing it that the strength came with the territory. "I just worked, really. I was a mechanic for a long time before the games and would need to carry heavy parts and hang off of hovercraft wings as I worked. Eventually, it just came naturally to me." Nessa felt like she was giving another interview, something she hadn't done in quiet a while now. "When you're eighteen, you should be able to life a mace easily. The bigger you get, the stronger you are usually." Nessa knew that was true, as when she was smaller, she would do small tasks and work herself up to the bigger ones the taller and more capable she got. "Knives are good, though. But if I were you, I would probably go with something bigger. A machete, or something like that," she said. She couldn't believe she was talking about weapons with a girl her age. But if she really was dedicated into going into the games, she would give her pointers. Knives were small and could get small jobs done, but Apollo used a machete and it seemed as if he was quiet good at it. WORD COUNT: 562 TAG: December Rain
|
|
District 6
Unsure
8 Years Old
Relationship:
Kids are icky
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
Aug 12, 2021 19:46:12 GMT -7
|
Post by December Rain on Sept 25, 2016 8:03:30 GMT -7
December smiled when Nessarose said she'd cheer her on when her time came to play the Games. This time, as a rare occurrence, December smiled not because she was trying to get something but because she actually wanted to. For once, someone was actually taking her seriously. For the most part, no one really liked her and she knew it. She'd learned that most people didn't want to talk about the Hunger Games past which tribute was the prettiest and how sad it was someone died. Everyone thought she was weird, even her own sisters and brothers. She had accepted it because she didn't care. She was December Evelyn Rain, and she was going to show them all one day. It didn't matter if anyone liked her or not. Of course she had hoped that the one type of person who might get her was a victor, but she was still shocked that it was. There was at least one person out there who got the whole thing, and it made December feel... happy.
As Nessarose went on to describe how she had gotten strong, December listened eagerly. It was all good information, things she would really take to heart. Nessarose hadn't been the perfect vicious tribute in the arena, but that didn't mean December didn't have a lot to learn from her. She'd bested a Career, managed to evade other tributes, and went through almost the entire Games on her own. She'd relied on only herself to survive, which is exactly what December would do when the time came. "A machete, huh?" December repeated, honestly considering the option. "I was always thinking about being fast with knives but... yeah, a machete would be wicked cool. Like Apollo Payne. He was pretty powerful with that thing, wasn't he? And I'll be better." She slashed an invisible machete once through the air, liking the feel of it. "I'll have to make my own for practice. I've already got a few knives." She didn't doubt she could find the parts she needed, just like she had for each one of her knives.
Near them, an engine sparked to life and revved twice. December looked in the direction of the sound, seeing another racer testing their vehicle. It reminded her of where they were. She looked behind her, at the little crowd of people watching her and Nessarose talk. She suddenly wished they would all just go away, because she knew that before too long, Nessarose would probably have to go talk to them or something. She was that nice kind of victor that December wouldn't be when she won, but her going away meant that December would be alone again - and she didn't want that. Not when she'd finally gotten the chance to talk to her, and it was going so well. She couldn't make Nessarose stay, but she had to think quickly if she wanted to be able to talk to her again.
"Could I be a mechanic, like you? With you?" she blurted, looking up hopefully. "I need to get strong, like you did, and I don't know how to do it. I guess I can just find stuff to lift, but that's pretty silly. And I bet you learned loads of other good things as a mechanic that I could learn. I'm a real good learner, Nessarose, and I promise I'd be the best mechanic and I'd listen and everything." Never in her life had December had any desire to be a mechanic - she'd always had to do everything on her own. But maybe this could be good. She could get strong, and learn some things too.
WC: 608 Tag: @nessa
|
|
Deleted
Relationship:
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
May 5, 2024 9:04:51 GMT -7
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 8:24:51 GMT -7
Victors usually didn't do anything after they've won the games, Nessa had come to assume. Amelia didn't do anything but sit around on her butt and bare two children. Lex Malcolm, as far as she knew, didn't do anything but "mentor" the tributes every year. And by mentor, she meant give them two things of advice and leave them to their own mercy. It seemed to work, though, as both Amelia and Nessa had won in the past four years. She knew, and probably figured, that this little girl would win. She seemed to have a positive attitude and wasn't passive when it came to killing--the exact opposite of Nessa.
But she wondered if the girl would even be able to go into the games. Tensions in the country were high, and she wondered if there would be a war soon. Nessa knew she would stay out of it as much as she could, though she didn't know how long she would be able to since she was a recent victor. She hated fighting in the games and she hated fighting now. The rest of her life she just wanted to race and be a mechanic, but that was unrealistic in times like these.
Apollo, though she didn't know him very well, was someone who helped her. He was pretty good with a me here, about as good as she was with a mace. "Knives are quick, but if you want to do damage and still be quick, a machete is definitely the way to go."
When the girl asked if Nessa could help her be a mechanic, she was taken aback. Was she even allowed to have an apprentice? Ben was about her age when she became his apprentice, so maybe she was ready. She had always been told that she had a knack for machinery and that she could probably be the overseer on projects in a couple years, which was rare for someone younger than thirty. Maybe if she had an apprentice, they would be able to see that she was a leader and maybe even give her a chance to oversee a small project.
"Well," she said to the girl. "If you're serious about it. If you want to go in the games and that's your only motivation for doing this, I wouldn't recommend it. You really have to love being a mechanic to do the work that we do. It can get dangerous and boring, and it can also be very specific and takes a lot of time to build up to actually being one." She was right, as it took her a year for her to become an official mechanic. Most people it took three years. At the girl's age, in which she looked pretty young, it might take her five years. "But if you're serious, I would be glad to help you," she said with a smile. WORD COUNT: 488 TAG: December Rain
|
|
District 6
Unsure
8 Years Old
Relationship:
Kids are icky
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
Aug 12, 2021 19:46:12 GMT -7
|
Post by December Rain on Oct 18, 2016 10:42:36 GMT -7
December nodded almost solemnly at Nessarose's wisdom, as if she were taking it for an unconflicted truth. A machete. Her mind was racing, thinking of where she might find a piece of metal large enough to serve. The handle was no problem at all - you could make a handle out of anything - but the blade would be tough. The knives she had made weren't all metal, because it was often hard to find just the right piece. But plenty of things were sharp: glass, ceramic, even the occasional plastic. They weren't as durable, true, but they did the trick for some things. A machete had to be metal - there was no going around that.
There was no hesitation on December Rain's part when Nessarose asked her if she was up for the challenge. Of course she didn't really want to be a mechanic, and she doubted she would love it because she didn't really love anything, but that would be how she got strong. It would be how she'd learn from Nessarose. Dangerous made it more exciting, and at 8 years old, she had nothing but time until her Games. She wasn't afraid of it being hard or wanting to give up. December Evelyn Rain didn't give up. If she did, she probably would have given up this dream for something stupid, like April's dumb dream of being a nanny or something. Ick. When April grew up, she was probably going to have just as many kids as Momma. She'd get one just like December who would hate her, and then April couldn't pretend she was any better than any of them.
"Yes," December said, standing a little taller. "I don't know so much about machines, maybe, but I already build things. Lots of things, and I can show you. I'd be very good at it." Her confidence was very sincere. She had loads of free time, and few people to worry about her, so she had plenty of time both to build and experiment. December thought of her handmade knives, of her traps. They took hard work to get right, and she had learned more from them than most of her stupid teachers. If anyone could understand those things, it had to be Nessarose, right? Her siblings certainly didn't get it. She felt an eagerness to show these things to Nessarose one day. "When can we start? After the race?"
WC: 401 Tag: @nessa
|
|
Deleted
Relationship:
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
May 5, 2024 9:04:51 GMT -7
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 12:18:57 GMT -7
Nessarose had never seen a child so determined than the little girl. She might have been determined for all the wrong reasons, but it was still determination nonetheless. She hadn't certainly been as determined as the young girl. Nessa instead was determined to be better than her aunt and prove that she could live without her family, so she could see herself in the girl. They were both young when they showed initiative, and they were both naive. She felt like couldn't say no to a girl with that much willpower at her young age, so she decided she would give it a go. And if the girl got too out of control, she could stop. But Nessa had a feeling that she would be mentoring her for a long time. It would be nice to have someone else in her life. The closest thing Nessa had to a sister was Amelia, and she ended up hating her.
"I believe you, and I think you have real potential," she said nodding. "But we'll have to start tomorrow. After the race, it's going to get dark and all the shops will be closed. After school, you can come by the shop and we'll start. Is that okay with you?" Nessa asked with a smile. The girl did have real potential, especially with how quickly she wanted to start. If she could build things, she would be good at building cars and planes. Nessa dipped her feet in a lot of production--she repaired, built, and tested. Some people were specific to one of those three departments, but Nessa loved it all.
She then just realized that she forgot one important detail: the girl's name. If she was going to be working under her, she would need to call her something other than 'little girl'. "What's your name anyways? If you don't mind me asking. I don't think I ever caught it. Since I'm going to be training you, that might be an important factor!" The brown-haired victor said. The little girl was the last person she thought she would be talking to, but it was a conversation she felt as if she didn't have to fake. WORD COUNT: 368 TAG: December Rain
|
|
District 6
Unsure
8 Years Old
Relationship:
Kids are icky
Occupation:
HG Status:
Last Online:
Aug 12, 2021 19:46:12 GMT -7
|
Post by December Rain on Jan 14, 2017 18:27:50 GMT -7
"I believe you, and I think you have real potential." December didn't think anyone had ever said something like that to her. Nobody ever thought she could do anything, except get in the way and be weird. But Nessarose Grove thought she had potential, and if December was the kind of 8-year-old girl who hugged people, she might have hugged the victor for that. She might have done whatever it was normal people did when they were really grateful for something, but this feeling was new to December - and of course she wasn't normal - so all she did was nod emphatically at Nessarose's question. "I'll come by right after school," she promised. If Nessarose had asked, she would have skipped school altogether to come. Actually, she might not even go to school tomorrow anyway. She'd need time to get ready for her first training.
At the victor's next question, December straightened a little. "I'm December Evelyn Rain," she introduced, citing her full name for her new mentor's benefit. There was some pride in the pronouncement of her own name that wasn't usually there. Some of her siblings were ashamed of their surname, and sometimes, so was she. Anyone who know of the Rains knew that they were too poor, and too many. They were not a well-liked family by any means. But if she was going to learn from Nessarose, if she was going to be the victor one day she knew she was inside, then she had to be proud of who she was. No hiding or pretending she wasn't born a Rain, no sir. Not for her.
Down the line, December could see some of the racers starting to bring their machines near the starting line. The race was probably getting close to starting, and she knew this was probably her cue to lead. Normally, she didn't care much about those kinds of cues, but she wasn't going to watch the race, of course. As much as she now liked Nessarose, a bunch of things racing around each other still didn't sound fun. Maybe if she was on one, it would be, but watching sounded worse than listening to one of April's monologues about some boy from school. Besides, she had a lot to do. She had machete parts to find, and preparation for tomorrow.
December took a step back, and the smile she gave now was a little apprehensive. Once she went away, it might all change - but she had to go away. It wouldn't do any good if Nessarose found her after the race and December got surly from being bored. "Tomorrow. And you won't regret it. I'll be the best, uh, mechanic learner person you've ever seen. I promise." She took another step back. "Bye, Nessarose and... win. Your race, I mean, you should win it. Okay, bye." December flashed another hint of a smile, then turned and disappeared into the crowd, moving quickly until she was free of the growing throng of people. Then she ran. Tomorrow, she was going to start learning mechanics with Nessarose Grove, and for probably the first time in her entire life, she wanted to make a good impression there. For the first time in her life, someone was taking her seriously and helping her reach the only goal she'd ever had.
WC: 553 Tag: @nessa Notes: End of thread?
|
|