D5 ☆ CRIOLO FERDE [DONE]

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D5 ☆ CRIOLO FERDE [DONE] Aug 29, 2012 7:32:49 GMT -5

Post by cass on Aug 29, 2012 7:32:49 GMT -5

Name: CRIOLO
Age: 13
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 5
Appearance:

THIS GUY, I GUESS? xD?

Personality:

WEEEE TO HAVING FUN ALL THE TIME. I LIKE TO RUN AND JUMP AND SPIN AND JUMP ON THAT HORSIE. YEEEHAH. JUMPING THROUGH BURNING HOOPS AND SPINNING AND DANCING ON MY HORSIE. IT IS SO MUCH FUN. I CAN BEAT YOU ALL AT ALL THE TRICKS. I CAN DO IT BETTER THAN YOU. AHAHAHA . I AM THE BEST RIDER IN DA WORLD WEEEE LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME GO.

History:

YOU SEE TEKE. SHE IS MY TWIN AND I TLAK TO HER ALL THE TIME. I DO ALL MY AWESOME AMAZING TRICKS WITH HER. SHE IS ALWAYS WITH ME RUNNING A MUCK. I CHASE HER SHE CHASES ME WE RIDE THE HORISES FALL OVER TOGETHER AND HIDE AND DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER. MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND AWESOME. MY BROTHER WENT INTO THE GAMES AND I BEAT YOU HE WILL WIN. HE IS BRAVE AND HE WILL OCME HOME. MUMMY HASN'T TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT HIM YET. I DUN KNOW IF HE IS ALRIGHT. BUT I THINK HE IS. BUT BUH BYE I GOTTA GO JUMP OF THAT CLIFF WITH MY PONY HIS NAME IS THING 2.

Codeword: ODAIR
Comments/Other:

MOONLIGHT

The horse life, open on the fields
And this boy's life, pocket full of eels
I remember him, I remember him
Muddy boots and, oh, so easy with our sin
And the horse life, he took me to the stable

And the horse life
We were never bored, huddle in the forge
And shoes sputter in the furnace
And the horse life, to smell it on my clothes
And this boy's life, thought of him when I'm alone

Last Edit: Sept 2, 2012 4:17:41 GMT -5 by cass

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D5 ☆ CRIOLO FERDE [DONE] Aug 29, 2012 7:43:57 GMT -5

Post by cass on Aug 29, 2012 7:43:57 GMT -5

Criolo Ferde
District 5
Male
13

CRIOLO FERDE.

The horse life, open on the fields
And this boy's life, pocket full of eels
I remember him, I remember him
Muddy boots and, oh, so easy with our sin
And the horse life, he took me to the stable

Thin white lines drag themselves across his skin, in tiny dashed lines placed randomly from his ankles to his face. Scabs covered his knees, elbows and hands, but he didn’t seem to care, he itched at them and picked at them not bothering to wipe away the blood that spilled from the wounds. With a wild roar he leaps forward, his feet tumbling from underneath him and in a flail of limbs he falls, a giggle escapes his lips as his thin arms and legs try to catch him. “Weeeee, Teke, Teke? You gotta try dis stuff! Ahahaha.” He laughs crazily, as he pulls himself to his feet, a new cut glistens on his forehead, a few small beads of blood slide from the wound and down his face. ~~Just like the rest of the grim that covers his filthy body, he looked disgusting.~~

[/s][/color] With a careless wipe of a pale white hand he smudges it across his forehead. For a moment you look away from the cut that had caught your attention. Your eyes travel to the skinny bony body, he liked deathly underweight and so fragile that even a breeze of wind would blow him away.

He was not weak, on the contrary he was strong and full of energy, it radiated from him like any thirteen year old boy, he was just naturally thin and lanky, and you draw this conclusion as you watch him run forward towards a tall, old red barn. As he reaches the doors he trips and face plants into the door. You let out a cry of worry as you watch him stumble to the ground, holding his head with one hand, the other planted on the ground. A small groan escapes his pale thin lips as he looks around himself, dazed.

Criolo stumbled into the barn, grinning he ran over to a little horse that he called ~~Beast~~ ~~Fred~~ ~~Spot~~ ~~Blackie~~ Thing 2. You stare at the odd name, wondering why on Earth you would call an animal that. With a rueful shake of your head you ignore it and once more turn your attention to the boy who seemed to want nothing more than to get into to trouble. He was climbing up the stable door, odd, seeing as he could simply open the door and enter. You watch perplexed as he stands on the door frame, facing the little black horse. The horse, just like the boy looked wild and crazy. He raises a hand and smashes it into his head, before briefly running his fingers through the golden mop that was there. It was horribly messy and stained with the many colours that laced the Earth’s soil. You wonder when the last time it had been washed was.

With a screech that makes you flinch Criolo leaps from the stable door landing heavily on the horse. The horse whinnies in disgust, but otherwise does not complain. You stare dumbfounded at the boy and horse, you couldn't quite understand what you had just seen, and how the horse was not hurt. "Come on Thing, let's go ridin', gideeeyup! Yeeeehaaa." He yells, slapping the horse with his heels. Thing 2 rears up before plunging downwards and charging at the door, it opens without problem as he smashes into it. His dirt filled hands cling to the mane as he bends down low over the small horse, urging it to go faster ~~so that they can take off high into the sky and fly.~~[/s][/color] All you can do is watch and hope that he doesn't fall off, hurting himself or possibly killing himself. A tooth filled smile spreads across his lips, and crooked teeth show, stained with yellow, showing just how not cared for they are. You scowl, how could his parents possibly let this happen?

* * *

Criolo steps into the lounge room, it is large and empty and filled with a wide range of photos. You look around the room your eyes looking from one photo to the next. Flickering between the individual shots and to the larger, family photos. You point to the largest photo, that holds a large number of kids and two happy parents. You ask the young boy who everyone is. Criolo walks up to the photo and picks it up with his hands, stained with the colour of dirt. You ask him who the oldest was. "That would be Freisa. She is very pretty, but she thinks she is the best in the family, like when we do performances she always tells me what to do, and I dun like it. It make me angwy." You look down at the pretty blonde girl, smiling with a set of perfect white teeth. You than move to the next person, a boy. "Oh dats Andal, yeah he is. Out of everyone he loves da horses da best. He really does, y'know?" You nod your head, the boy was tall and looked very happy, happier then everyone else that was there.

"You see that girl there? That is Arden, she helps me all the time with my homework and school work." He says smiling fondly at the young child. "She'll help me, yes siree, she'll sit there and tell me how to do it, she is very helpful and friendly, I like her the best!" He says with a small laugh as you point to the next child, a girl that looked the same age as him, they looked alike in many ways, both of their eyes sparkled with mischief. "Dats my twiny, dats Teke, she is my best friend. We both get into lot's of trouble together, we like to ride our horsies and we do everything together" As if to emphasis this he puts his arms in the air, measuring the extent of how much they work together. "Yep. That's how much we work together, it is this much!" There is one more girl in the picture, but before you can ask who it is Criolo says, "Shetty. Dats her name she is really quite she ain't talk much." It was all he said about the young child. He shrugs before putting the photo back on the table.

You frown, looking at the photo intently, apart from Criolo himself - who stood behind is twin, trying to give her bunny ears, an evil grin plastered on his face - there was one more boy. He stood slightly away from the rest of the family, his hair was messy and his clothes and face where almost as dirty as Criolo looked now. When you looked into his eyes they were distracted and distant. You point this out to Criolo. His eyes drop, a sad smile on his lips. "Erm... That is Haff. Yeah. He's... Well, I don't really know, mummy never tells me where he is, she says that he is in a better place, she thinks I'm stupid, but I know he isn't. I think he's dead. He wasn't really part of the family, he was just kind of there, if you know what I mean?" He muttered. He gave a regretful look at the photo before moving away from it. His eyes flicker around the room and a cheeky smile spreads over his face as he spots another photo. He begins to talk about it, but you aren't listening, your eyes are still stuck on the family photo and you can't help, but realize how the rest of the family are holding each other and Haff Ferde is simply invisible to them. You look back at Criolo and realize he had already forgotten about his brother in light of something new and better. [/blockquote][/size][/justify]

And the horse life
We were never bored, huddle in the forge
And shoes sputter in the furnace
And the horse life, to smell it on my clothes
And this boy's life, thought of him when I'm alone

Last Edit: Nov 21, 2012 3:16:38 GMT -5 by cass

cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	D5 ☆ CRIOLO FERDE [DONE] Sept 2, 2012 4:15:25 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Sept 2, 2012 4:15:25 GMT -5 omr finished <3
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