( When the attacks happened, everything began to fall. In the infancy of the Republic of Gilead, she — like many others and with encouragement from her parents as the uncertainty of the future frightened them and the minuscule chance that her father might be out there ( but if he wasn't, anywhere was better than here, they thought, with the methods of oppression quickly being deployed ) — tried to run but was stopped in the process as the boarders were closed and American citizens were unable to leave. Due to her adoption and the lengths her parents went to hide who she was as they promised her aunt they would, she no longer had proof of her Russian citizenship, and on paper, Prairie Johnson was an American citizen attempting to flee the country.
Stopped and detained with so many others, she lost track of how much time passed before they began separating them — categorizing who would go where. Those fit for the Colonies to be purged at the common mercy of the State, and those fit to be Handmaids.
Prairie, despite her disability and crime of attempting to flee the country, was sent to one of the Red Centers to begin her re-education alongside countless other terrified women who didn't understand what was happening to them and what had happened to their freedom as they were now oppressed, expected to become nothing more than breeding stock. The women here were the most important social class of women in Gilead, sought after and bargained for if they produced healthy children, but there were other things wanted as well — Pristine and untouched women with fertile wombs like Prairie ( perhaps they thought there might be a higher chance of conception with someone like her ) and while she was re-educated, many Commanders wanted her.
Within the Red Center's walls, she quickly learned of the dangers of a fiery spirit and the punishments that follow.
Blessed are the meek, after all.
When her re-education finished, and it came to her first posting, Prairie — now Ofhunter, was led to a black van by a Guardian and began her silent journey to his home. Her stomach twists, and her heart pounds, deafening her ears ( not that it matters as her Guardian escort doesn't even bother with small talk ) as she feels bile beginning to creep its way up her throat. Twisting her fingers together, she swallows down the nerves. Once they arrive, she adjusts her hair to ensure it is neatly tucked within the confines of the cap before placing her wings on and stepping out, searching for the outstretched hand and allowing herself to be guided inside.
Standing where she has been left, she remains silent, hands clasped in front of her and gaze fixed downward until he welcomes her.
I apologize for the long journey. Conversation couldn't have been too stimulating.
The way he talks to her sounds so casual, it makes her startle, leaving her speechless as she fights to find the words to respond as this had to be some test or a trick to gauge her re-education. Her lips parted a few times before practiced words leave them. )
May the Lord open. Praised be to you, may God make me truly worthy.
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( When the attacks happened, everything began to fall. In the infancy of the Republic of Gilead, she — like many others and with encouragement from her parents as the uncertainty of the future frightened them and the minuscule chance that her father might be out there ( but if he wasn't, anywhere was better than here, they thought, with the methods of oppression quickly being deployed ) — tried to run but was stopped in the process as the boarders were closed and American citizens were unable to leave. Due to her adoption and the lengths her parents went to hide who she was as they promised her aunt they would, she no longer had proof of her Russian citizenship, and on paper, Prairie Johnson was an American citizen attempting to flee the country.
Stopped and detained with so many others, she lost track of how much time passed before they began separating them — categorizing who would go where. Those fit for the Colonies to be purged at the common mercy of the State, and those fit to be Handmaids.
Prairie, despite her disability and crime of attempting to flee the country, was sent to one of the Red Centers to begin her re-education alongside countless other terrified women who didn't understand what was happening to them and what had happened to their freedom as they were now oppressed, expected to become nothing more than breeding stock. The women here were the most important social class of women in Gilead, sought after and bargained for if they produced healthy children, but there were other things wanted as well — Pristine and untouched women with fertile wombs like Prairie ( perhaps they thought there might be a higher chance of conception with someone like her ) and while she was re-educated, many Commanders wanted her.
Within the Red Center's walls, she quickly learned of the dangers of a fiery spirit and the punishments that follow.
Blessed are the meek, after all.
When her re-education finished, and it came to her first posting, Prairie — now Ofhunter, was led to a black van by a Guardian and began her silent journey to his home. Her stomach twists, and her heart pounds, deafening her ears ( not that it matters as her Guardian escort doesn't even bother with small talk ) as she feels bile beginning to creep its way up her throat. Twisting her fingers together, she swallows down the nerves. Once they arrive, she adjusts her hair to ensure it is neatly tucked within the confines of the cap before placing her wings on and stepping out, searching for the outstretched hand and allowing herself to be guided inside.
Standing where she has been left, she remains silent, hands clasped in front of her and gaze fixed downward until he welcomes her.
I apologize for the long journey. Conversation couldn't have been too stimulating.
The way he talks to her sounds so casual, it makes her startle, leaving her speechless as she fights to find the words to respond as this had to be some test or a trick to gauge her re-education. Her lips parted a few times before practiced words leave them. )
May the Lord open. Praised be to you, may God make me truly worthy.