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101st Hunger Games Tribute I

Deviation Actions

Published: Oct 28, 2012

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name: Jennifer (Jenn) Benedetti
age: 16
height: 5'8
district: 7
description: On the thin side, insurgent, hates bright colors (due to the capitol)

hair color: Brown
eye color: Green
back ground: She was born in District 7, her mother had her at the early age of 16. Her father was picked as a tribute, but was killed by an ax. Jenn's mother was killed when she was 11, when an angry worker set fire to the factory Jennifer's mother worked at. Her mother was rushed to the closest hospital, where the Druid family that worked there tried reviving her. Her mother died, but the youngest Druid son, Eben, made daily visits to the Benedetti home, leaving supplies for them on the doorstep, never speaking a word to them. Jenn later met Tyler Mercer, and they became friends instantly, telling each other everything and never telling it to any other living soul. They became each others sole providers of resource. She has grown to hate the Capitol intensely, for her belief of them causing her parents death.
any living relatives: 11 year old little sister (Autumn)

PERSONALITY/LIFESTYLE

weakness (3): seeing people hurt
loves (3): Rain, wildlife, family
likes (3): defiance, fire, stars
hates (3): Water, Insults, Stupidness
love interest?: ????
favorite food?: whatever there is to eat
preferred weapon: spear
preferred secondary: knives

FIGHTING STYLE!

close range OR long range: Long range
hand to hand OR weapons: Weapons
clumsy or poised: Clumsy
sneaky or loud: sneaky
easily angered or always happy: hides her emotions

SURVIVAL!

hunting: Yes
plant knowledge: Yes
swim: No
first aid: No
camouflage: No
harvesting: Yes
cooking: No

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REAPING

Kyla, my 28 year old neighbor, sweeps up my wavy hair into an elegant bun. "There. If only hair could get you out of the games," she says. If only, but it still wouldn't work. "How nice of you to dress me for my death today," I say, curtseying with a fake smile plastered on my face. She playfully hits my shoulder. I force a laugh, but she can obviously tell that I'm nervous. Luckily, she doesn't say anything, just how I like it.

I look into the mirror at my reflection. I can't exactly call it my reflection—the girl looking back hardly looks like me. It's a girl with similar features, but she's not me. The gray dress I'm wearing matches the sky outside, and makes my eyes look more brilliant. "Your mom would say your beautiful." Kyla's comment brings silence.

Autumn comes walking into the room, bumping into my backside and breaking the awkwardness. "You look pretty. That sucks." I try to hold back a genuine smile, but it always comes out when it's Autumn. "Happy birthday," I whisper. She shakes her head gently. "Just another year until it's my turn to wait for slaughter." What a happy thought. Kyla interrupts our conversation. "It's officially 6:58. You have to leave now." I swoop Autumn into a big hug. "If I'm picked, and I don't come back, remember I'm with you in the stars. Promise?" We interlock our pinkies, then I bolt out the door before peacekeepers could come and drag me out of here. I might as well leave here with dignity.

As I walk down the street, I bump into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry," I begin, but then I realize who's in front of me. Eben's gray eyes act as a barrier of his emotions. He opens his hand. "Here. It's from your mom. She told me to give it to you. I just couldn't until now." He's gone before I can even open my hand. And there it is a small clip in the shape of a glass wing. I flip it over, where there's an engraving—fly free. The trumpets calling all tributes to the Justice Building. Time for hell.