Post by SARAN MINNOE on Jun 13, 2012 19:41:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #ededed; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] Sara Minnoe Name: Saran "Sara" Annalie Minnoe Age: 17 Date of Birth: December 7th Sexuality: Straight District: 12 Occupation: 94th Hunger Games Victor/Mentor Family: Marina Minnoe - mother, deceased (30) Andreas Minnoe - father (50), medicine maker Annalie Setrose - aunt (40), district 11 worker Affiliation: Against the games Face Claim: Barbara Palvin So, your daughter is the winner of the 94th Hunger Games. You must be so proud! "Yes, extremely proud. I'll never forget the day of the reaping. My little fifteen year old daughter was picked out of hundreds, and she never even took tesserae. After we lost Marina, I couldn't even think of what life would be like with Sara, too. I was devastated. She was just so tiny. She was one of the youngest out of all the twenty-four of them, and the only sort of talent she had was with medicine, and finding food. If it wasn't for all that her mother and I taught her of medicine, she would have never survived. I couldn't even bare to watch the games on the television... I just couldn't take watching my only child get hurt." ~Andreas Minnoe _________________________________________________________________ Dear Annalie, You must come to District 12 at once. Something terrible has happened. I can't explain it all in this letter, there's not enough time. Your sister collapsed tonight and we don't know why. We think she caught some unknown disease but there's no way of knowing so soon. She's been unconscious for hours. When she first collapsed, though, the first person she asked for was you. You must come as soon as you possibly can. I fear this disease is going to be hard to get rid of. -Andreas _________________________________________________________________ Sara swallowed hard and crept slowly toward the little meadow that held the cornucopia. There were three left, including herself. A tall, dark skinned young man from District 11 and a sly girl from District 2. The little fifteen year old was the youngest one left alive, and had managed to escape most bloody and brutal fights. She a small-framed and very innocent in appearance, so luckily no one had gone after her after all this time. Now, though, they were all being called for a final showdown. The viewers must be tired of watching us hide undercover and roam around in search of food, she thought. In a way, she was grateful. Grateful to get this over with, grateful to finally meet her death already after so many weeks of hiding. She should have been smart. She should have just let one of the careers stab her to death within the first few minutes of the game. At least, that way, her father wouldn't have to stress out for weeks at home, watching her slowly starve to death or accidentally eat poisonous fruit. Maybe then it would be less painful. But no, she had grabbed the closest sack of tools and took off. It was the only thing she could think of to do that wouldn't get her killed. Now, though, she actually had to fight. Her skill for hiding had caught up with her, because now she would actually have to face the last two competitors. She watched as the career girl and the tall, dark boy stepped out of the thicket simultaneously on opposite sides. Sara then took her spot in between them, facing the cornucopia. They both turned to stare at her, and she knew they could finish her off first. After all, she was weak after going so many days without food, and she was petite and appeared wimpy. All of that was clear from her worn out appearance. What they didn't know from her appearance was that in the sack that she had collected the first day was filled with three silver daggers, all of which were now strapped to her belt and out of sight to her opponents. It seemed that the career and the district 11 boy made a pact, right in front of her with their strong eye contact. It was almost as if Sara could read their minds. Kill the little one, and then we'll battle. Their smirks made it obvious, and they pulled out their weapons in unison as they began to walk toward little Sara. The worst part was, Sara didn't even want to win. She didn't want to fight them, even if it meant survival. She was not the strongest, she was not the most well trained, and she was not the bravest. It was just because of her hiding and food tracking skills that she had made it this far. The two worst opponents in the world that she could think of were running toward her, and she didn't even want to fight. She closed her eyes and waited for death to come... Sara awoke with a start, sitting up straight in the giant, soft bed with sweat pouring down her flawless face. Breathing heavily, she unsteadily got out of bed and looked at her naked body in the mirror. The capital had fixed her. All of her bumps, bruises and scars had disappeared. She was as flawless as a fifteen year old could be. The mirror before her was a lie. "I am not flawless. Two people died because of me. Two people died because I moved out of the way." |
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From Always. v2
Lizzy’s footsteps were silent. Her insomnia was getting the better of her tonight. Of course, she hadn’t slept in nine years, so why start now? Lately she’d found herself wandering toward the astronomy tower at nighttime. Somehow she felt a connection to the stars, since they were both the only ones who could manage to stay out so much later than the rest. Of course, even the stars manage to outlast Lizzy, but she found company up there all alone in the tower with them. And tonight was no different than any other night. She never changed into any type or pajamas or nightgown, there was no point. She only lay in bed for maybe three hours each night, and even then it wasn’t very restful. So all of the night clothing that she had brought from home was kept away in her suitcase under her bed, where it had been since the first day she got there.
She hadn’t checked the time in a while, but she could tell by her eyelids drooping that it was time to go back to her dorm. Even though she knew the prefects were usually roaming the castle in search of students like her, she’d never been caught. Well, she technically was caught once, by a professor, who luckily took pity on her and decided not to punish her. Lizzy fully intended on never saying anything bad about that professor ever again. Not that she had said anything before. Although her eyelids were heavy, the rest of her body and her mind were not tired yet, so she decided to take the long route back to the dorms. It was probably a reckless idea, considering the prefects and professors who might be roaming about in search of her, but she overruled her conscience tonight.
The dark had never been something that bothered Lizzy. Even though she could easily use her wand as a flashlight, she decided not to. It had taken a while for her eyes to adjust to the dark, so why spend time disoriented by making a sudden bright light in her face? The last thing she wanted to be at this time of night was to be disoriented, no matter for how short a time. So she continued down the staircases and corridors in the pitch black darkness of night until she reached the ground floor. She considered going outside, but decided against it. She didn’t want to accidently wind up in the Forbidden Forest because she was too tired to tell which direction she was going. As she continued to walk, though, she suddenly caught the sound of footsteps that didn’t belong to her. Her sleepiness suddenly vanished from her and she was alert, her eyes wide and searching for the person to whom the footsteps belonged.
Following the sound of the echoing footfalls, she turned a few more corners until she spotted a light from a wand. Lizzy could tell by the hair and the shape of the silhouette who it was. She was walking in the opposite direction and hadn’t yet heard Lizzy, so she waited to see where the prefect was going. Actually, it was more of stumbling than walking. She had planned to turn and walk the other way, and to find another path back to the dorms – hopefully before she made it back – except the sound of a thud and a dropped wand caught her attention. Turning back around to see her, Lizzy turned in just enough time to see Andromeda sliding to the floor, moaning. So much for not getting caught tonight, she thought grimly. She could have easily left Andromeda there, disoriented and in pain, but she was a fellow Ravenclaw, and Lizzy (even though she looks emotionless and a bit hateful sometimes) couldn’t leave her behind. She sighed, walked still silently with her bare feet to the prefect, lighting her wand on the way, “Lumos.”
Lizzy’s footsteps were silent. Her insomnia was getting the better of her tonight. Of course, she hadn’t slept in nine years, so why start now? Lately she’d found herself wandering toward the astronomy tower at nighttime. Somehow she felt a connection to the stars, since they were both the only ones who could manage to stay out so much later than the rest. Of course, even the stars manage to outlast Lizzy, but she found company up there all alone in the tower with them. And tonight was no different than any other night. She never changed into any type or pajamas or nightgown, there was no point. She only lay in bed for maybe three hours each night, and even then it wasn’t very restful. So all of the night clothing that she had brought from home was kept away in her suitcase under her bed, where it had been since the first day she got there.
She hadn’t checked the time in a while, but she could tell by her eyelids drooping that it was time to go back to her dorm. Even though she knew the prefects were usually roaming the castle in search of students like her, she’d never been caught. Well, she technically was caught once, by a professor, who luckily took pity on her and decided not to punish her. Lizzy fully intended on never saying anything bad about that professor ever again. Not that she had said anything before. Although her eyelids were heavy, the rest of her body and her mind were not tired yet, so she decided to take the long route back to the dorms. It was probably a reckless idea, considering the prefects and professors who might be roaming about in search of her, but she overruled her conscience tonight.
The dark had never been something that bothered Lizzy. Even though she could easily use her wand as a flashlight, she decided not to. It had taken a while for her eyes to adjust to the dark, so why spend time disoriented by making a sudden bright light in her face? The last thing she wanted to be at this time of night was to be disoriented, no matter for how short a time. So she continued down the staircases and corridors in the pitch black darkness of night until she reached the ground floor. She considered going outside, but decided against it. She didn’t want to accidently wind up in the Forbidden Forest because she was too tired to tell which direction she was going. As she continued to walk, though, she suddenly caught the sound of footsteps that didn’t belong to her. Her sleepiness suddenly vanished from her and she was alert, her eyes wide and searching for the person to whom the footsteps belonged.
Following the sound of the echoing footfalls, she turned a few more corners until she spotted a light from a wand. Lizzy could tell by the hair and the shape of the silhouette who it was. She was walking in the opposite direction and hadn’t yet heard Lizzy, so she waited to see where the prefect was going. Actually, it was more of stumbling than walking. She had planned to turn and walk the other way, and to find another path back to the dorms – hopefully before she made it back – except the sound of a thud and a dropped wand caught her attention. Turning back around to see her, Lizzy turned in just enough time to see Andromeda sliding to the floor, moaning. So much for not getting caught tonight, she thought grimly. She could have easily left Andromeda there, disoriented and in pain, but she was a fellow Ravenclaw, and Lizzy (even though she looks emotionless and a bit hateful sometimes) couldn’t leave her behind. She sighed, walked still silently with her bare feet to the prefect, lighting her wand on the way, “Lumos.”
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julz. 16. no other characters (yet).
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