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Seventeen ∙ District 4 ∙ Fisher ∙ Dylan Reitz
<br>Introverted ∙ Confident ∙ Volatile ∙ Strong ∙ Stubborn ∙ Possessive

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change, everything you are and everything you were your number has been called fights, battles have begun revenge will surely come your hard times are ahead best, you've got to be the best you've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard your time is nowchange, everything you are and everything you were your number has been called fights and battles have begun revenge will surely come your hard times are ahead best, you've got to be the best you've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard your time is now don't, let yourself down don't let yourself go your last chance has arrived best, you've got to be the best you've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard your time is now



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<br>∙ I’m named after my father’s brother Edmund. He was killed in the 4th Hunger Games by a career from District One. That was the year my grandmother stopped talking.
<br>∙I am a fisherman. That’s right—I cast lines and nets that are supposed to catch fish. Some days I’m more successful than others, but I like to think I’m one of the better fishers in the district. That’s why they gave me this job earlier than most. I started as a fisherman about a year ago but I’ve been working at the fishery since I was four.
<br>∙I have a sister named Delilah. She’s two years younger than me and works with our mother collecting clams from the mud at the hatchery.
<br>∙ I don't like fish. I'll eat them, but I won't enjoy it. I like my job well enough, I don't mind catching fish but they have this terrible flavor that reminds me of everything bad about the sea.
<br>∙ I still go to school during the day. I wanted to drop out last year when I was promoted but my mother wouldn't let me. She says she didn't want me to "draw attention" to myself but I think she's still holding onto some hope I will be more than a fisherman some day.
<br>∙ I don't have many friends. It's hard to want to be friends with the people you may be forced to kill, or vice-versa. The few friends I do have I'm very protective of. Some would tell you I'm possessive, but they're dumb.
<br>∙ In the water I don't float. You know how some people can just lay on top of the water and drift? Yeah, I sink like a rock. I love swimming but it takes a lot more effort if your body is fighting against you.
<br>∙ I have chest hair. I've had it since I was eleven. The thick black curls cover my arms and legs as well, but my face is surprisingly smooth. It's like puberty forgot all about my head. I guess you could say in more ways than one.
<br>∙ People tell me I have a short temper. I respond by slamming doors.
<br>∙ I don't think I'll be chosen for the Hunger Games this year. There's nothing remarkable enough about me to make people want to send me there. Besides, someone in my family has already been reaped. Lighting doesn't strike twice, does it?
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<br>∙ Every day I wake up. Delilah always rouses me with a friendly shake to the shoulder. I don't know how she does it, but every morning she wakes up at the exact same time. It's good for me because I would sleep all day if I could.
<br>∙ Every day I train. Technically it's "illegal" for anyone to train for the games, but since when have to the "laws" stopped my family from doing anything? I don't think of myself as a career- I think of myself as smart. My father started training us the moment we learned to walk. He doesn't want us to be like Edmund, my name's sake. Honestly at this point it's easiest to just keep training.
<br>∙ Every day I go to school. It's nothing special. I've never been the best or brightest student, but I show up and I at least try to pay attention.
<br>∙ Every day I go to work. I show up exactly at 4 o'clock at the docks and get assigned a boat. We then go out, and I haul in nets. It's basically one of the worst jobs on the boat, but at least I get to go. It's the closest you can get to freedom without breaking any laws.
<br>∙ Every day I go out into the "outside". That's what I call the wilderness that lays beyond the fence. I meet a fellow potential tribute and help them train. Every one has their own reasons for doing it, but I guess it's only fair we all stand a chance.
<br>∙ Every day I find a way to eat dinner. Sometimes I'll be able to sneak a fish or Delilah will steal some clams. Sometimes we'll kill dinner while we're training. Sometimes we'll even buy dinner. No matter how we come by it, we never go hungry.
<br>∙ Every day I go to sleep.
<br>∙ Every day/night I dream about the games. The Games is the biggest thing I spend my time on that has nothing to do with water. It scares me and I resent that my life has been so devoted to it. Just don't think about it.
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<br>∙ Complaining. Whether they be complaining about school, work, or life in our district, it drives me crazy. If you don't like it, either do something about it or be quiet.
<br>∙ Loud. Yes, you're here. I can see you. You don't need to scream about it.
<br>∙ Weakness. No one has to be vulnerable, no one has to stay ignorant. You've made a choice to be the way you are, and I don't approve.
<br>∙ Passive aggression. Oh, your words hurt me! Be a man, or a woman, and say what you mean.
<br>∙ Getting hooks caught on my fingers.
<br>∙ The smell of fish. They smell like feces and decay. You'd think I'd be used to it, but there are always a few moments in the morning when I gag on the smell.
<br>∙ I'm not sure there's something better out there. I'm tired of hearing my mother talk about it.
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<br>∙ I'm afraid of drowning.
<br>∙ I'm afraid of being stranded in the ocean. If the boat goes down and I can't swim to shore.
<br>∙ I'm afraid of being reaped. That's why I train, every chance I get.
<br>∙ I'm afraid of trying and failing. I don't want to try to leave the hatchery. What if I did leave and try to start a business but I failed?
<br>∙ I'm afraid of losing what is mine.
<br>∙ I'm afraid of being forgotten.
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<br>∙ My first Hunger Games. We were standing in the Town Centre, our necks craned upwards towards the big screen. It wasn't my first Hunger Games, but it's the first I can remember. I knew I should be worrying about the poor kids sent to die but...I couldn't help thinking how pathetic they were. One of the District 4 tributes made it pretty far making traps out of nets she'd woven but she was killed by eating poisonous mushrooms. <i>What a dumb mistake</i>, I kept thinking. I was determined not to be like them.
<br>∙ My first kill. I was practicing throwing spears with my father. He used to work harpooning whales, so he had a thing or two to teach me. We'd been practicing for weeks outside the fences, now we were finally aiming at game. I took out a seagull with my spear. There's something about knowing you killed it yourself that makes the gamey birds actually palettable.
<br>∙ First day pulling in nets, one broke. I managed to save an armful of fish from the bunch by diving in the water myself. Even if I wanted to forget, the guys on my boat wouldn't let me. Even for a rookie, it was pretty bad.
<br>∙ Watching the announcement of the Quarter Quell's theme. Honestly, I didn't even know there was such a thing. At first I worried, then I remembered I'm not that important.
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<br>∙ Three words I can't go a day without? Fish.
<br>∙ Better.
<br>∙ Mine.
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<br>∙ I wish I could see the world. I can't help wondering if there aren't other people out there, despite what they say in school. I can't believe there isn't more land out there, beyond the ocean. I want to see the end of the horizon!
<br>∙ I wish I could stop doing this.
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<br>∙ The one person I can completely trust is Delilah.

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I've already introduced myself on tumblr, but heck. Let's do it again! As you can tell I'm a bit strange, so ignore the ramblings. I'm currently in my second year at university, studying history and french. I have a fiance and a puppy, and right now I can't tell which one is more high-maintenance! I love all social studies except geography (blech), reading, watching tv, and Halloween. If you followed Nightlock on tumblr I'm sure you've also figured out I adore the Other Guys and Always Sunny. But yeah. I like to think I'm pretty friendly and I like meeting new people so add me on msn and say hi in the cbox!

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<i>Mkay so this is the first role play sample I came across of mine. I'm putting it in here for now until I've gathered up the "muse power" to write an actual Hunger Games related sample.</i><p>

Alice pushed unruly hair from her eyes as the crisp, fresh wind sighed across her face. She closed the driver's door behind her, turning back around to once again face her 2004 Ford Taurus wagon. Its silver, once shimmering in the sun, was so scratched and worn it could barely muster up a glisten. Moving two paces to the south Alice opened the door directly behind her just-vacant throne, a brave arm plunging into the mess she called a backseat. The slender ivory appendage withdrew whole and intact from the unknown horrors of the "pit", the short-fingered hand grasping a turquoise bag.
<p>A look of disgust temporarily sullied the over-dressed face of the twenty-two year old server. 'I've really got to clean my car' thought Alice as she swung the bag onto her shoulder. There was a moment of confusion wherein the sleever of her dulled pink cardigan fought for supremacy over the bag. In the end, the bag won, and Alice was able to finally begin her journey across the parking lot. The glare of the sun would have made lesser women sweat, but Alice was used to suffering for fashion. She had gone slightly summery, choosing a tan and white paisley sundress, but ruined the illusion by pairing it with the afore-mentioned cardigan and black tights. The click of high-heeled ankle boots drew attention to the artificially tall woman as she strode purposefully into the cafe.
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Alice only pretended to glance at the menu, so as to not seem too familiar with the shop. In truth it was by far her favorite cafe in Atlanta, probably even in the whole of Georgia. Alice had never really been anywhere but Atlanta in Georgia however so she could not say for certain. All she knew was that the Vogue Cafe's "Madam Coco" was to die for. It was and still is just a simple milk chocolate mocha but they must have put crack in the stuff because Alice was positively addicted.
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After giving the menu a courtesy glance Alice stepped up to the counter. The barista behind the counter glanced her slowly up and down, an unknown expression on his face. Alice was fairly certain he was confused by her unseasonal wardrobe, but didn't pursue the thought any further.
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"What can I do for you?" The nondescript boy-man asked.
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"Yeah I'll have the um...Coco Madam please." Yes Alice was stumbling over her words on purpose. It was all about appearance.
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"What size did you want?"
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"Just the medium, please." Alice smiled her best give-me-the-drink-free smile. She leaned slightly forward, letting the unbuttoned collar of her dress fall slightly open.
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The smile once again worked its magic as Alice was sitting some moments later at a table near the window, savoring her drink gratis. Ouch. Alice set her drink back down, determined to let it cool before going anywhere near it again. She burnt her tongue! Trying to stay busy, Alice smoothed her skirt in her lap, drummed her nude-painted nails on the table, and glanced out the window. She was a little surprised Norah wasn't there yet, but Alice wasn't worried. She was trying to keep her mind busy, so she wouldn't once again be tempted by her drink.

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