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Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
Lillian Harper (Lilly)
18
Personality: Lillian can be relatively quite and shy, though as quite as she can be, she is equally as intelligent. She's relatively compassionate and caring towards those close to her, and would do anything to help them, however, she can also be very stubborn and strongheaded, where she lacks physical strength, she's got a very strong mentality.
Bio: Lillian was orphaned at a young age, her birth having been an accident and her parents unable to afford caring for herself as well as themselves - as was unfortunately common in the 12th District. Therefore, unable to afford a child, she was left abandoned on the streets. However one lone, widowed man had taken her in and adopted her as his own. The man became Lillian's father, giving her the name she carries even, as she was just a mere infant went abandoned. She grew up with the widowed man, and eventually learned how he wasn't her biological father, and likely never would know her biological parents. She was okay with that, and didn't blame them, honestly> She was happy with her life, and the man she called her father.
Skills: Lillian isn't very physically strong, however she is petite in size, standing at only 5'1, and her shorter size making her quicker on her feet than most. Her father taught her how to hunt and stand for herself, but otherwise isn't very physically strong, especially when it comes to close combat, due to her small size naturally putting her at a strength disadvantage.
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Another year, and another anxiety ridden day for the redheaded teenager. It was the annual day of reaping, to choose which unfortunate daughters and sons would be chosen to fight for this bloody Capitol, in a yearly even that was supposed to keep order. But in reality, there was nothing orderly about this event, it was unnecessary bloodshed for the enjoyment for those in the Capitol, those who didn't have to worry about their sons or daughters being tossed into a game for the fight of survival. Lillian hadn't been chosen before - of course. She'd be dead surely, if she had been. However every year felt the same, and she felt every year it would be hers to fight. The fact that it had been so many years she'd yet to be chosen only made her feel like she was all the more likely to be picked.
Putting on her best clothes she had, she sighed as she brushed her red locks back out of her face, looking at her reflection in the broken mirror of her home. She stared at the pathetic broken reflection of herself before talking herself out of the house finally, in where she headed to the town center, where the reaping would be held, just as it was every year. Things were brushed off and cleared out by the officials who came, trying to make District 12 look better than everyone knew it was. Of course, Lillian wouldn't trade her home for anything. Sure it was hard, it was painful, and some days she starved with her father, but it only made the community that much closer with each other.
Looking at the faces of adults as she passed by to join the girls who stood to await their fate, Lillian could see the pity on their faces. Tearing her eyes away, she continued forward after being cleared, where she was ushered to join in line of every other girl of age in her district, not far, the boys doing the same. Her green eyes scanned the crowd for her friends, on of her closest, being Gale. She feared for him the most, since his name had been entered countless times due to that being the price he paid for feeding his family and caring for them. Glancing amongst the girls, she found her other few friends as well. Well, she figured, if any of them got chosen, at least the others wouldn't be, and they could live another year.
Before long, the hushed murmurs in the crowds gathered had silenced as Effie had entered the stage and begun the announcements, signaling the starting of the reaping. And with a short speech of encouragement and fake smiles, it wasn't long until the pot of names were being brought out for her to randomly pick which male and female from District 12 would participate in this years Hunger Games.
Meanwhile in District 4 very much of the same things were happening. The reaping for the annual Hunger Games was also happening that year, and Finnick was dressing himself appropriately in his best clothes to prepare for the event. While he was confident in himself and his strength, truth be told, he didn't really want to be picked. No one really wanted to be picked. There were those that knew how to adapt and survive though, and knew they needed to adjust to survive. Finnick considered himself one of those kinds of people. Then there were the others, who mourned their own lives for being chosen, blaming whatever higher powers they could for their terrible odds to be chosen.
Coming from the fishing district, they were much better off than the 12th, or any other district past them, as the districts tended to be represented by their separated numbers according to their home and what they were known for. Fishing of course, being one of the best as it was a primary source of food. Finnick didn't consider his district to be a bad one, though no one except those from districts 1, 2, and 3 really did. However, regardless of class and prosperity of a district, every single one of them still had to participate in the games, with the same rules and compliance just as any of the other 11 standing districts.
Therefore, Finnick finished getting dressed, and began to make his way towards the town center, which, as it was every year, had been decorated accordingly for the cameras to be displayed for the reaping of the 4th District. Finnick found it a bit ridiculous, the show they made out of this. The Hunger Games were said to be necessary for the survival of the capital and it's districts, but really, Finnick didn't see how so, despite all the advertisement and lies fed to them, Finnick believed these games were no more than a viewing entertainment for those in the Capital, to keep them entertained and from growing bored with their posh, civilized lives they lived.
Scoffing to himself, Finnick headed to the area, being cleared out to continue, before following the growing lines of where he was to stand and away, standing attentive with all the other teenagers who were entered in the Games. Before long, the lights and cameras had turned on, and the announcements were underway with the official beginning of the 75th Hunger Games. Finnick felt relatively confident in himself that he wouldn't be chosen. However, the odds were not in his favor that year.
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