Lengths of Pearls | open |
Jan 10, 2022 20:16:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2022 20:16:15 GMT -5
Pearl Dewlittle [District 1]
Pearl sits in her chair, staring out at the city, her blonde locks tied in a long, low ponytail running down her back. She's so frustrated, not only at the Capitol, but at all the Districts making assumptions about her district. She desperately wants to scream, shout even, get on a stage and tell all the districts her story to incite a rebellion. But she knows that this would never work, never. Her face is pale and her cheeks are cold, as she slides on a shirt, tucking it into her jeans, and slipping some sneakers onto her feet, before making her way out into the bustling hub of District One. There's so many people. It's a weekend, too, so Pearl is not going to school. She misses her best friend so bad it hurts her heart sometimes, but she knows she has to move on.
She strolls along the streets, eternally bored, wondering where her parents are. They're certainly nowhere near here. They are always out and about, doing their own things. No wonder she feels so lonely these days, what happened to that girl who trained so hard for the Hunger Games? Sur, she still does training, knowing if she's reaped she'll be considered a Career Tribute and that every other tribute will hate her just for being a Career. So Pearl wanders around, endlessly thinking, her dull green eyes vacant and her pale skin cold to the touch.
She strolls along the streets, eternally bored, wondering where her parents are. They're certainly nowhere near here. They are always out and about, doing their own things. No wonder she feels so lonely these days, what happened to that girl who trained so hard for the Hunger Games? Sur, she still does training, knowing if she's reaped she'll be considered a Career Tribute and that every other tribute will hate her just for being a Career. So Pearl wanders around, endlessly thinking, her dull green eyes vacant and her pale skin cold to the touch.
