Alone...(open)

[Erin Andrews]

Erin sat in The Hob watching the people of District 12 do their jobs. She knew she should be helping but she felt like she couldn't help anyone. She felt useless to the District but she had always felt that way no matter what. Erin wished she was a tribute but she wasn't picked. Although,her friends were,she hoped they would come back alive and well. While she was lost in thought,she hadn't heard someone walk up behind her.

[Alyssa :)]

Rebecca had always been one to tread lightly on her feet but sneaking up on people was never intentional. Silently she strolled along as people in the job continued working as usual. Her mind has become a complex maze since the time in which tributes had been chosen. Why didn't she volunteer? The question remained unanswered despite her life circumstances. The young auburn haired, and bruised skin teenager with a pale completion sighed. Her eyes had been focused on the ground until she bumped into another fleshy figure, this had been the second time in a month. Uneasily she glanced up, "Sorry," she sheepishly spoke the words that might as well be her life motto. She adjusted the strap of her shoulder bang while staggering a few steps back. She would wait a few seconds to sure what Erin did and hopefully it wouldn't be anything full of drama.

[Erin Andrews]

Erin turned around to find her friend Rebecca. "It's alright. Would you like to sit down with me?" Erin was a really nice person to get to know and she was above all a good friend and respectful person. "How has your family been?" District 12 was mainly called the poorest of all districts but they could all make it by somehow or another. But she was glad to call District 12 her home.

[Alyssa :)]

Rebecca almost sighed in relief thy she had run into someone she knew. Although she couldn't exactly find herself calling Erin a friend but more of an a quittance. Without saying much Rebecca followed the teenager like a lost dog would. Then the unexpected words that twisted in an evil question that she never wanted to talk about. Her family. Actually, her drunken dad because that was the only person she had alive. He was abusive and left her with the countless bruises and scars that she worked so hard to cover up. "Okay I suppose. It's hard trying to keep food on the table but then. Again most people are facing that." She replied in sheepish was. Thin fingers fumbled over the ends of her hair as she avoided all eye contact. That had been one of the longest sentences she had said in awhile. "How is your family?" She countered the question as most people would just to seem friendly.

[Alyssa :)]

(Hi Erin! Since Kirsten has left we might have to put this thread on hold until someone adopts her character. Sorry :( )