tris birch | d2 | fin

[Ella]

Name: TRIS BIRCH LIKE
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female obvi who are these males you speak of
District/Area: District 2 wierdo
Appearance:

 MAYBE IDK HER

Personality:

A BRAVE CHILD NEARLY ADULT AND IDK

History:

Um

Codeword: Odair it is!
Other: Idk

[Ella]

D R E A M I N G  A B O U T  T H E  T H I N G S .

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T R I S  L I L A  B I R C H
DISTRICT2 | SIXTEEN (66TH) | ODAIR

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I have always wanted to explore. Just leave District 2 and see everywhere else. What do the fields in Eleven look like? How do people in five make power? There's just so much I want to see with my bland hazel eyes. Not a flickering image on the TV screen. That's not real, because it's not right in front of me, instead it's still back in the District and I'm still here, in District Two. I can't feel it, or smell it, or even taste the air. All that the images on the television present to me is an image, nothing more, but sometimes less.

I've been called silly for that. I know that there won't be a chance for me to leave the District. The only way is if I win. Get reaped and then win. Have twenty-three people die so that I can live and travel Panem, even if I only spend an hour in each. At least it would be a start, and it could prepare me for the upcoming rebellion. I'm not positive it'll happen really, but it might. There's always that one flaw in the system that could make it all crumble down, as if a giant's foot is stepping directly onto it. It will crash, and soon be no more then a beautiful memory that has a special place in our minds and hearts, scribbled in hundreds of history books. It would be a sad time after they end, but I guess it has it's pros. 

That makes me feel like a monster, no better than the Capitol and no better than the rest of my District. I strive to be different, and my auburn hair helps a bit, but I'm still the same on the inside. I'm a lot of things, really. Talkative (I can't stand not to be chatting all the time, dark red lips always moving to form words that some can't understand), always hungry (how do people survive in poverty?), not short but not tall either (standing at 5'7), and a lot of other things. But a monster? I don't think so. There aren't devil horns growing from my head (only oversized ears covered by short hair), nor is my skin a flaming red color (it's a tan color, but a bit on the lighter side. Think of a graham cracker... but make it lighter.) 
   

I'm not sure if a rebellion would be nice. There are some things that I really don't mind (like the Games), but then some things that I hate. Like having to stay in an isolated place where the main objective of nearly every single person is to win the Games, and I have to admit that I'm part of the 'nearly every single person’ group. Everyone would be so proud, especially mama and dad. I would be the favorite and the heroine. Of course though, I’d have to be reaped first. There are too many of us here. My odds are one in a million, just a single grain of rice in a huge bowl. Although there has to be that one person. It has to be somebody. So why can't that person end up being me? Really, people always seem to say that it's virtually impossible for 'it' to be them. 

I've always been an easily annoyed and irritated person. When people complain and the like, and they won't stop, I just can't stand it and get in a really bad mood for a bit. It happens more than it should. When somebody asks me a really stupid question (like what time it is. Why do you need to know that so badly? I mean, get a watch or just watch the damn clock.) I just can't handle that. It makes me want to leave even more so that I can see if all humans are like that. All that can come out of their mouth are stupid questions that they can answer themselves, or with absolutely no relevance to anything.     

I can't say that I never did that. When I was just a little girl, still possessing a skinny body with a bit of muscle in my arms, I would ask questions about every last thing to my older sister, and older brother. I grew out of that quickly. I began to learn on my own, but then there were some questions better left unanswered for me. Or, nobody here could ever answer them. Only those in other places, such as the Capitol, District 10, District 5, District 9, District 4, District 1, or the like. I've never given much thought to the outer Districts. The careers have always interested me more, but I do still question the life of the outer citizens. What life must be like... I don't want to picture it. They live in poverty and depression. I like food way too much for that. I feel like that's something often overlooked by many, that our major disadvantage is hunger.
  

Despite all my flaws, I think I'm a pretty decent person. Well, considering I haven't slaughtered anybody purposely, that makes me a wonderful human being. But I'd have to remove the reputation to make mom and dad, and everyone else proud of me. To travel all over, even if I don't get to really explore each place. Just cast a glance in their direction, a little sniff of the air, and the sounds of their voices screaming at me. But in hatred. Not because they love me. They pretend to love me, if anything. They would despise me for killing their beloved tribute(s). 

I wonder what it would be like if a sibling of mine died. Vienna, Apollo, Faye, Matthias... there are so many. I was never a child to be noticed, nothing special. Mom and dad didn't think I was different (even though I am. But the same in the way that I'm the same at being different, because we're all different. So really I'm the same as everyone else, because I'm different, just in a different way) from all the others. I guess I didn't mind that much, because I've never liked being the center of attention. It scares me so much I could just pee. All those beady eyes staring at me. But well, that would have to be the case for my dream. 

My views on the Games are different from all the other careers in my District. I guess I wasn't always like that. When I was little, I didn't see anything wrong with them whatsoever. I thought they were beautiful, with no harm done. That's when Cassius was reaped. I was sure he would win, but as everyone knows, he didn't. The family was sad about his death. It changed my views, as I finally realized the pain it has brought to other people. Then Beatrice was reaped last year, died just like Cassius did. It saddened us again, and it made me hate them even more. I just wanted them dead. Then it softened, and now I don't want them to die, but to suffer. Just one Capitol Games and all would be well, as they'd know how we have felt all these years.

WC: 1208

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[Ella]

Finished! It's terrible and short but I rushed it so much at the end so I could finish before the deadline ugh. I hope it's sufficient, though!

[Ella]

I don't want to do this but bump~

[Ella]

:c bump

[gamemaker artemie 🦉nyte]

Hey, looks great so far! Just a few things.

What's a cow?

-I'm not sure if you meant this in a metaphorical way, (ie. seeing a cow in person) but a child from district two would be in the know about livestock from school.

-Her opinions on the games are quite different from usual careers. If she was raised a career, how/when did her opinions change. Please elaborate.

[Ella]

Removed the cow part, though I meant it metaphorically.

I added a paragraph to explain that part.

[gamemaker artemie 🦉nyte]