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Player Handle: Laurel
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Age if under 18: 28
Invited by: Kate!
Current Characters at Matched: Nada
IC
Character Name: Rue
Canon: The Hunger Games
Canon Point: At the end of her canon.
Age: 12
Birth Date: March 20th
Gender Role: Child? Female child? idk something like that
Match: With Peeta and/or Katniss
Abilities: Rue is, for the most part, a typical 12 year old girl. Her only exceptional abilities are her singing, her ability to sharp-shoot with a slingshot and her ability to climb and maneuver around tall trees like a freaking squirrel.
Setting: Here there be wiki
History: Here there be also wiki
Personality: At 12 years old, Rue’s selection – her reaping – into the Hunger Games was a tragedy. Everyone, from her family to the audience and certainly the other tributes knew she wouldn’t be going home alive. What they didn’t count on was how big an impact her life – and her death – would have.
Rue was from District 11, the agricultural district. The oldest of 6 siblings, she found herself taking care of them, even at such a young age. She would give them her rations and watch over them to make sure they stayed under the Peacekeepers’ radar. They couldn’t eat the crops but she grew to know the wild meadows around the crops and was able to forage edible plants and berries to supplement their meager rations. Had she needed to she would have gladly put her name in for the tesserae so her siblings wouldn’t have to when they were old enough. She did whatever she could to make sure everyone stayed safe and happy. Seeing them happy made her happy.
She didn’t just strive to make sure everyone was happy. She tried to make sure everyone was safe. Her knowledge of plants didn’t just include edible ones. She also learned what she could about their medicinal uses, as well. Her knowledge only spans the plants within her district, the ones they use on a regular basis. During the Games she thought ahead enough to pocket leaves she knew had healing properties, even before she knew she would need them - foresight that certainly came in handy later.
Her family worked primarily in the orchards. Being small and agile, her job was to climb the trees and pick the fruit on the highest branches. Over time she learned to leap between trees and move through the leaves without shaking any of the fruit loose. It was long hard work but she grew to love the trees and found ways to keep her spirits high. This was when she started singing to the Mockingjays. She was mostly on her own in the treetops so it was easy enough to sing with the birds. They made the days easier and most likely brought a bit of cheer to everyone within earshot. She made a four note song that she spread via Mockingjay to signal to everyone that work was done. And later, that she was safe. Music in general is very important to Rue. It’s an outlet while they’re working and something to do while they’re home. Of everything in the world, music is a passion of hers and she has the beautiful voice to go along with it.
The turning point in Rue’s young life was when her name was pulled as the female tribute from District 11. Being only 12 it was an unlikely turn of events, and one that no one stepped forward to change. However, though she knew she couldn’t win, Rue was determined not to make it easy for anyone.
She was presented as an innocent angel to the audience, even given wings during her interview. What everyone underestimated, however, was the fact that that her size and demeanor meant she often went unnoticed. That allowed her to spy on everyone else. She watched everyone during training, quietly observing their strengths. During the games themselves she gathered information from her spot in the trees. That had been her plan. Stay in the trees as long as she could. Then she saw Katniss and it changed. Just as Katniss thought, Rue felt neither of them would win. But she couldn’t just let the other girl die. Teaming up was more than she’d dreamed for. With Katniss she felt like they had a chance. The idea that they could fight back against the Careers meant that she could make a difference – even if she didn’t win. If she could help Katniss succeed maybe Katniss could win.
Rue died in Katniss’ arms, feeling comforted and loved to the very end. She didn’t directly kill a single person in the Games. She died an innocent, lovely girl with music in her heart who danced through the trees as if she had wings.
Inventory: Not... much... Um. The clothes she was wearing during the Games. A slingshot. Her flower necklace.
Port Network:
Because I can't choose:
Thread with Allen Walker
Thread with Galadriel
Thread with Murphy MacManus
Logs: The Hunger Games. She knew that she could have been chosen any year, but she never expected it to be this year. It ws only her first year, her name was only in that bowl once. Rue sniffed as her eyes brimmed with tears. She should be strong, not let her family see how scared she was. Sitting properly on the velvet couch, just like her mother taught her, she clenched her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.
She had just composed herself when the heavy steel door opened and her mother stepped through. The thought came unbidden, I’m never going to see her again. her face crumbled and Rue launched herself across the room and buried her face in her mother’s chest with a cry, “Mama!”
Rue’s mother gently led them to the couch. Sitting and holding her daughter close as they cried. The other children filed in with their father, though some were too young to understand what was happening. The children crowded around, each trying to hug their older sister as well as they could. The end result was a mass of arms and tears with Rue in the middle. Her father sat next to her mother, wrapping an arm around her waist and stroking Rue’s hair.
She clung to her mother’s dress as she hadn’t done since she was old enough to work. There were no words, just an outpouring of sorrow and fear.
After a long moment, her mother gently shooed the other children back. She took Rue’s face in her hands and brought it up so she could look at her. “Listen to me, now. You can’t cry anymore. Don’t let them see you cry.”
The unspoken addition of ‘don’t give them the satisfaction’ was clear in the set of her father’s eyes.
Rue nodded, wiping her eyes and nose on the sleeves of her dress. “Okay, Mama. I’ll make you proud of me. I’ll make all of you proud.” She knew she wouldn’t come back, but she wouldn’t let the Capital see her as a scared little farm girl, either.
Her mother’s face softened as she fixed Rue’s hair, “I’m already proud, my little songbird.”
Choking back more tears, Rue forced a smile, “You keep giving everyone kisses from me. Every night!” She looked at her brothers and sisters, touching each of their faces.
Her oldest sister held up a necklace she’d made. The grass stuck out of the woven braid and the wooden flower was almost unrecognizable. But to Rue it was more precious than a string of the prettiest gems. She bent and let her drape it around her neck, “This’ll bring me good luck, right?” Her sister could only nod tearfully and wrap her arms tightly around Rue’s waist.
Rue turned back to her parents as the door opened again.
“Time’s up.”
“No! Mama!” Rue reached for her mother. How could their time be over? They only just got there, she needed more time!
The Peacekeeper ushered the children and Rue’s mother out, reaching for her father.
Her father pulled away from the Peacekeeper and knelt down in front of Rue, taking her hands, “Stay to the trees. Hide wherever you can. If they can’t find you they can’t kill you.” His eyes shone with unshed tears as he kissed his daughter on the forehead one last time before the Peacekeeper took his arm.
Rue watched as her father was pulled from her, “I will! I promise! I’ll stay hidden, just watch! I’ll stay safe! I’ll stay safe for you! I love you!”
The door slammed shut and she fell to her knees in the plush carpet. She watched tear spots form on the front of her dress. It took her a moment to realize they were hers. She was crying again. No. she couldn’t cry. Like her mother told her. She wiped her eyes and got to her feet, preparing herself for whatever the next days would bring.
Player Handle: Laurel
Player Journal:
eternalferretContact: eternalferret... at everything ever.
Age if under 18: 28
Invited by: Kate!
Current Characters at Matched: Nada
IC
Character Name: Rue
Canon: The Hunger Games
Canon Point: At the end of her canon.
Age: 12
Birth Date: March 20th
Gender Role: Child? Female child? idk something like that
Match: With Peeta and/or Katniss
Abilities: Rue is, for the most part, a typical 12 year old girl. Her only exceptional abilities are her singing, her ability to sharp-shoot with a slingshot and her ability to climb and maneuver around tall trees like a freaking squirrel.
Setting: Here there be wiki
History: Here there be also wiki
Personality: At 12 years old, Rue’s selection – her reaping – into the Hunger Games was a tragedy. Everyone, from her family to the audience and certainly the other tributes knew she wouldn’t be going home alive. What they didn’t count on was how big an impact her life – and her death – would have.
Rue was from District 11, the agricultural district. The oldest of 6 siblings, she found herself taking care of them, even at such a young age. She would give them her rations and watch over them to make sure they stayed under the Peacekeepers’ radar. They couldn’t eat the crops but she grew to know the wild meadows around the crops and was able to forage edible plants and berries to supplement their meager rations. Had she needed to she would have gladly put her name in for the tesserae so her siblings wouldn’t have to when they were old enough. She did whatever she could to make sure everyone stayed safe and happy. Seeing them happy made her happy.
She didn’t just strive to make sure everyone was happy. She tried to make sure everyone was safe. Her knowledge of plants didn’t just include edible ones. She also learned what she could about their medicinal uses, as well. Her knowledge only spans the plants within her district, the ones they use on a regular basis. During the Games she thought ahead enough to pocket leaves she knew had healing properties, even before she knew she would need them - foresight that certainly came in handy later.
Her family worked primarily in the orchards. Being small and agile, her job was to climb the trees and pick the fruit on the highest branches. Over time she learned to leap between trees and move through the leaves without shaking any of the fruit loose. It was long hard work but she grew to love the trees and found ways to keep her spirits high. This was when she started singing to the Mockingjays. She was mostly on her own in the treetops so it was easy enough to sing with the birds. They made the days easier and most likely brought a bit of cheer to everyone within earshot. She made a four note song that she spread via Mockingjay to signal to everyone that work was done. And later, that she was safe. Music in general is very important to Rue. It’s an outlet while they’re working and something to do while they’re home. Of everything in the world, music is a passion of hers and she has the beautiful voice to go along with it.
The turning point in Rue’s young life was when her name was pulled as the female tribute from District 11. Being only 12 it was an unlikely turn of events, and one that no one stepped forward to change. However, though she knew she couldn’t win, Rue was determined not to make it easy for anyone.
She was presented as an innocent angel to the audience, even given wings during her interview. What everyone underestimated, however, was the fact that that her size and demeanor meant she often went unnoticed. That allowed her to spy on everyone else. She watched everyone during training, quietly observing their strengths. During the games themselves she gathered information from her spot in the trees. That had been her plan. Stay in the trees as long as she could. Then she saw Katniss and it changed. Just as Katniss thought, Rue felt neither of them would win. But she couldn’t just let the other girl die. Teaming up was more than she’d dreamed for. With Katniss she felt like they had a chance. The idea that they could fight back against the Careers meant that she could make a difference – even if she didn’t win. If she could help Katniss succeed maybe Katniss could win.
Rue died in Katniss’ arms, feeling comforted and loved to the very end. She didn’t directly kill a single person in the Games. She died an innocent, lovely girl with music in her heart who danced through the trees as if she had wings.
Inventory: Not... much... Um. The clothes she was wearing during the Games. A slingshot. Her flower necklace.
Port Network:
Because I can't choose:
Thread with Allen Walker
Thread with Galadriel
Thread with Murphy MacManus
Logs: The Hunger Games. She knew that she could have been chosen any year, but she never expected it to be this year. It ws only her first year, her name was only in that bowl once. Rue sniffed as her eyes brimmed with tears. She should be strong, not let her family see how scared she was. Sitting properly on the velvet couch, just like her mother taught her, she clenched her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.
She had just composed herself when the heavy steel door opened and her mother stepped through. The thought came unbidden, I’m never going to see her again. her face crumbled and Rue launched herself across the room and buried her face in her mother’s chest with a cry, “Mama!”
Rue’s mother gently led them to the couch. Sitting and holding her daughter close as they cried. The other children filed in with their father, though some were too young to understand what was happening. The children crowded around, each trying to hug their older sister as well as they could. The end result was a mass of arms and tears with Rue in the middle. Her father sat next to her mother, wrapping an arm around her waist and stroking Rue’s hair.
She clung to her mother’s dress as she hadn’t done since she was old enough to work. There were no words, just an outpouring of sorrow and fear.
After a long moment, her mother gently shooed the other children back. She took Rue’s face in her hands and brought it up so she could look at her. “Listen to me, now. You can’t cry anymore. Don’t let them see you cry.”
The unspoken addition of ‘don’t give them the satisfaction’ was clear in the set of her father’s eyes.
Rue nodded, wiping her eyes and nose on the sleeves of her dress. “Okay, Mama. I’ll make you proud of me. I’ll make all of you proud.” She knew she wouldn’t come back, but she wouldn’t let the Capital see her as a scared little farm girl, either.
Her mother’s face softened as she fixed Rue’s hair, “I’m already proud, my little songbird.”
Choking back more tears, Rue forced a smile, “You keep giving everyone kisses from me. Every night!” She looked at her brothers and sisters, touching each of their faces.
Her oldest sister held up a necklace she’d made. The grass stuck out of the woven braid and the wooden flower was almost unrecognizable. But to Rue it was more precious than a string of the prettiest gems. She bent and let her drape it around her neck, “This’ll bring me good luck, right?” Her sister could only nod tearfully and wrap her arms tightly around Rue’s waist.
Rue turned back to her parents as the door opened again.
“Time’s up.”
“No! Mama!” Rue reached for her mother. How could their time be over? They only just got there, she needed more time!
The Peacekeeper ushered the children and Rue’s mother out, reaching for her father.
Her father pulled away from the Peacekeeper and knelt down in front of Rue, taking her hands, “Stay to the trees. Hide wherever you can. If they can’t find you they can’t kill you.” His eyes shone with unshed tears as he kissed his daughter on the forehead one last time before the Peacekeeper took his arm.
Rue watched as her father was pulled from her, “I will! I promise! I’ll stay hidden, just watch! I’ll stay safe! I’ll stay safe for you! I love you!”
The door slammed shut and she fell to her knees in the plush carpet. She watched tear spots form on the front of her dress. It took her a moment to realize they were hers. She was crying again. No. she couldn’t cry. Like her mother told her. She wiped her eyes and got to her feet, preparing herself for whatever the next days would bring.
