The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Seven Female: Felticka Scwartenzier

"I always  love to see a new tribute join us... We never know what they'll be like,  or what they've got up their sleeves." -Fillius Ravenscar

Name: Felticka Scwartenzier

Age: 17

Gender: Female

District: 7

Physical Description:  With round smoke black glasses sitting upon her small nose, Felticka is  anything from pretty. With mangled curls of rose red hair, and face  covered in freckles, she looks like your steroytipical nerd. Although  she is nothing but dumb, she isn't just some smart girl who only cares  about school. With bright green eyes and a soft, round pale face she  could be pretty if it wasn't for her rats nest of a hair. With a long  and skinny body, she is quite fit and one of the smaller kids of her  age.

Personality: She is one  of the brighter girls in the District, but thats nearly eveyone ever  sees of her. She is just a scared little girl who is to afraid to grow  up in this kind of world. Being constatly teased from her many Phobias  and getting put into the games. She is always tence and carring around  something to keep her mind from wandering to the darkest of places,  where she is grabbed by those men in white and taken far, far, away.  Never to come back.

Craft: She has no job,  Spending to much of her time worriying and if she would have a job,  there wouldn't be much that she could do without a tree possible falling  down on her or falling out of one. So she has no choice to be somewhat  safe and help her mom at her small stall in the market place.

Skills: She has intence  skills is scaring herself do death and hiding in such a small ball that  it takes hours to find her, maybe days. When she lets her thoughts  wonder, she also tends to wander off to so in those states where she is  lost in the vast woods of District 7 she has gotten navigation skills,  both traits that would end up helpful in a questionable and everchanging  arena.

Weapon Of Choice:  Although she has nearly no intentions, nor the strength, of killing a  human being. She also would avoid going towards the cornucopia durring  the bloodbath, so she would have to go with makeshift weapons or  scavange at the end. All in all, her best chance would be something like  a Sling Shot or a blow dart, both small yet effective.

District Token: A small  necklace with the neggitve space of a tree (aka a solid box, then the  outline of a tree that is empty, so like on paper the box would be  black, and the tree outline would be white.)

Background: Always being  timid and frighten as a yong child, her parents soon just got used to  it. Being an only child and having little to no friend, her social state  was never perfect and it just got worse and worse. Not understanding  half the words people used to insult her, the world just got worst and  worst with each and every day. By her older ages, she started to  understand more, and knowing that her life was just something to joke  about to most people set her on edge. She then really shut everyone else  out and cocooned her self up in a world where all things are good, but  reality still comes and smacks her straigh on in lifes darkest times.

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Felticka Scwartenzier: District Seven

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The trees spin around my  head as I wonder around the forest, wishing that I was the young girl I  once was. But no, it's my fifth year of standing on the edge of a cliff  that may push me off by surprise, The Hunger Games.

There was nothing to do  to tame down my hair from its curly mess, whether my mother would like  it or not. It would be another year gone by and hopefully she will be  back home. Not in that toxic room with the men in white, carrying you to  the train, where fighting for once small moment is hopeless and will  only do more harm upon yourself.

District 7 was glum.

The birds weren't flying  in and out of the trees singing their morning song to awake us, but  perched calmly in the tree as they felt the sadness clot around the air  and spread like a plague of sadness.

No girls gossiping about the latest relationships,

No boys bragging about the trees they chopped down.

And no little kids running around with glee, not knowing that in as few years, they would be trapped like us.

What hight level of  stupidity it must take for the giddy Capitol representatives to get up  on that stage and brag about their perfect life, whilst making ours a  miserable joke, because to the Capitol our pain is their delight.

"Welcome, District 7 to  the reaping of our annual Hunger Games." The girl shouts with the hair  equivalent to the charm of a birds nest as a stormy of green and blue  eyes stare up at her with only sadness and anger.

From the back of the  crowd, everything is nearly hidden by the mass amount of heads, and  abstract hair sticking out from ponytails and buns right and left.

Anything to make them look gorgeous.

The speech is clouded  with the sound of blood pumping through my ears as the liquid moves up  and down, under and over circulating thought my body. My heart pounds  like the beating of a war drum as the world around me spins, clouded  with the color of blood, my blood.

I've seen and known it  ever seance I fell out of that tree, and every reaping the thoughts come  back to haunt me blocking my vision with the sapphire blood.

Blood. It would be on  everyone and everywhere in the arena and you aren't coming out without  in clung to you, stuck on you forever like a memory that you can't  forget, but its a living nightmare.

My mouth goes dry as she  puts her manicured hand in the bow, turning and turning for effect as  she snaps the paper like a shark breaking the bones of its prey.

Her voice bounces off any surface around me as her crisp and cool voice pounds in my ear.

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My body goes num as all color drains from my face. My mind hearts, it hurts to think or to tell my self to do anything.

"Where is that girl! Don't be shy now dearry!"

With a snap in my back  and a forceful push I am left sitting hands and knees of the ground, the  crowd turning around and staring at me with huge eyes.

I whimper as the men in  white stomp towards me with their hands ready to drag me away, but why  wait. I'm already dead in my mind.

With one final blink my  face grows hot as I stand up on wobbly legs trying not to cry I clamp my  mouth shut with my teeth as I feel the cut rip open and the blood start  to pool on my tongue.

Let me die.

Let me die.

Let me die.

But it's to late, I'm  already on the last step to the stage and walking towards the lady with  open arms for a fake embrace. I take one final look at the trees, and  the birds inside them happy and free, unlike little old me who's trapped  and caged, yearning to be free.

This nightmare has only started-

And I can't wait till I wake up.