Sarita Wolfe ~ District Eight

Sarita Wolfe ~ District Eight Jul 3, 2012 21:35:32 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Jul 3, 2012 21:35:32 GMT -5

Sarita Wolfe
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true.
Sarita was a girl blessed with many comforts, and one of those is beauty. With big bright eyes, smooth, creamy skin and long wavy auburn curls, one could hardly call her homely. However when people think you are perfection, you tend to pick out the little bits that aren't. Her eyebrows are on the thin side, and her nose- although free of unsightly ridges, is pointed at the end and is constantly up turned. However, with long lashes framing deep brown eyes, one can hardly notice those little things... right?

Well, either way she's a real traditional beauty. Long slender fingers perfect for careful needlework. Her frame is slender and tall, her auburn hair curling around her shoulders. Average height for her age, Sartia stands at 5'7" and that's combined with her good posture (something her younger sister despises). Her nails are kept short and polished, never allowing dirt to collect beneath them. Sometimes, when money allows, Sarita is able to paint her nails. Nothing too fancy, just a little color every now and then.

Sarita's appearance is very tamed. Her hair is always skillfully pulled away from her face and her clothes never ragged. Being handy with a needle makes that second trait easier. She's rather conscience of her appearance, always wanting to look like a proper lady. Pleasant and fair. Tall and slender. Sarita Wolfe has been often called a beauty.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.

The young girl acts just how'd you'd expect her to. A true lady. Never talking out of turn, graceful in all she does, good with needlepoint, dancing and songs. Songs are her favorite, mostly the romantic ones of love lost and found again. Sometimes she even drafts a few tunes herself. As of now she's working on a ballad she's named "The Victor and the Victim." It's an epic poem of the the girls from the 56th Games. Usually, Sarita isn't very found of the Hunger Games- all bloody and harsh. However when romance is involved she'll tune in. Oh, the tragedy! The girl has shed many a tear for lovers that were never meant to be.

At first glance that may be all there is to Sarita Wolfe. A silly, frilly girl who's brain must be the size of a pea- if not smaller. Well, people do not tend to mess with pretty, stupid girls do they? They're no threat, nothing to worry about. No strange ideas are blooming in their heads, of course not! They're much too occupied with songs and kisses. Perhaps she is. Sarita has stayed up many nights, fantasizing about what would happen if she were to be Reaped. A handsome, brave young man would for sure volunteer to keep the damsel in distress safe from all harm! Of course, it is just a fantasy however wonderful it would be.

Refrain, quiet, beautiful, pleasant, kind and charitable. The perfect lady. Although at times, Sarita does not feel like a lady. Her world is harsh and brutal, and most of the time her mind sugar coats it imagining the far off candy capitol with its bright lights and wonderful people, The girl is blind to the realities around her, the starving children, the horrid, bloody Games aired on television for all to see. She has yet to learn the true lessons Panem teaches it's citizens- the little hero doesn't stand a chance, in life it's the monsters that win.

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

Being locked up in the Wolfe home for most of her life, Sarita lives a sheltered life. Her mother, Caroline, is very protective, refusing to let the girl outside a lot of the times. When Reaping day rolls around Sartia believes her mother might actual die of fright. She's so anxious and against everything that happens in the District. Sarita longs to escape the mundane life of a seamstress and maybe go to the Capitol, or even explore the District without her mother breathing down her neck. She wants a life of adventure, and of love. Something you cannot find cooped up in "The Coldhouse."

Things have been different since her father died. Before that her mother wasn't always completely paranoid and Sarita and her siblings could go outside like normal children. However, bad things happen and life changes. Her mother never really explained, in detail, how their father died. When she was younger, Sarita used to think he died slaying a dragon or in a fierce battle with a knight. Of course the older you become and the more of the world you're exposed to the more those imaginations melt away.

Of course Sarita is still naive enough to have a hold on many of her fantasies. Her favorite one being a handsome prince will throw pebbles at her window and save her from this cold tower of a house. They will explore the District and then the World. Of course her daydreams have begun to be sprinkled with doubt. What if no one comes to save her from this prison? What if the Games take away a brother or a sister? The what ifs could go on forever. When those thoughts start to penetrate her mind Sarita begins to feel like her mother. No good can come of that.