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[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨
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julo zanelli {twelve} finished Aug 23, 2013 23:32:24 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Aug 23, 2013 23:32:24 GMT -5

Name: julo ava zanelli
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 12
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Personality:

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Codeword: odair
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remember when i said i wasn't gonna make any more characters lmao
sisters are fun to write with soooo oops

www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/daughter/thewoods.html
www.colourlovers.com/palette/106583/picassos_mandolin

Last Edit: Aug 25, 2013 0:17:23 GMT -5 by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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julo zanelli {twelve} finished Aug 24, 2013 3:14:18 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Aug 24, 2013 3:14:18 GMT -5

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ju·lo · za·nell·i

(noun) /ju-low zah-nell-ee/

1. seventeen, female, district 12
2. words words words
3. words or phrase

“I feel quite fearless protecting the people I love.”

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[/size]There are dandelions scattered in the field, wish-granters rooted in the soil beneath your feet. Dakoda loves them, giggles in delight as their seeds are ripped into the sky with huffs of breath. Dry lips puckered into an 'o' shape, your oval face scrunches as bitten-down nails on scratchy fingertips hold a stalk in one hand and make your wish. Floating away with your wishes intact, Dakoda's attention has already turned to something else in the field before they disappear from your sight, brown eyes shifting from the minuscule seeds to your sister wandering away.

"Stay close!" you call - she can't hear you, but you warn her anyway. For years you've all played here, ever since it was just you and Anjelo toddling around after your mother. Now the four of you visit almost every day, chasing the sun and the fireflies at night. You begin to move through the tall grass, feeling the warmth of the summer sun setting behind you. Worn palms find your sister and catch her skinny limbs (she's tinier than you but only just, weeks of scraping by on scraps deteriorating your tanned skin and small frames), shooting her a warning look. She slumps slightly, breathing a terribly quiet "Sorry" into your ear before racing off towards your older brother. Laughter radiates around you, thumps of feet like a heartbeat chasing after your siblings - or maybe it is your own heartbeat in your small ears that's making all the noise. One two, one two, one two. You wonder for a moment if your sister can hear her own. (Doubt it.)

Blades of green and dead-yellow skim across your sun-kissed skin, bugs biting at your pink toes. You are exploring, protecting, enjoying the last moments of light before the day meets the night. Curious eyes peer at rocks, pebbles, stones on the ground - you watch over the owner of them closely. Kenzy runs around with a stick in his hands and Anjelo swoops him up, 8 years spanning between the little boy and his big brother. You smile. There is nothing but love in this family. Dad once said that money doesn't buy happiness, and all four of you are living, breathing proof that he is right.

Koda is wandering again. There's a reason you clamp your hands to hers in the town square - the girl can't stay still in an empty field let alone in a crowd full of people. Dark hair in a ponytail tickles the space between your shoulder blades, carelessly tied at the back of your head. She shrieks in delight, waving around something shiny she's picked off of the ground. In glints in the light and the wind laughs around me. "Look, look!" she barks a little too-loudly. For a girl who swims in silence, she sure makes a lot of noise.

You wave and begin to walk, the only sense of communication tolerable from afar. For others outside your bloodline it is tiring, but since Koda was born you've known nothing else. A gold chain hands from her clasped fist and she stares at it, eyes wide open, for you'd never be able to afford something so pretty before. "Whatcha found, Koda?" you whisper softly, peering at the locket in her hands. Hands cup around your ears and she hums a quiet "Necklace!" before hanging it around your head. You smile, the cool pendant hanging by your collarbones, with a heavy heart that you'll have to sell it sooner or later but a smile as bright as your sister's soul. You smile and thank her, taking her hand and motioning back towards home. "Come on. It's late. Gotta go home."

Her hands find yours and you'll never let her go.

~*~

The scene changes. People fall into line, making their way through the crowds, a chaotic scene. Your hand still holds Dakoda's so tightly the skin on your knuckles turns white and she whines a little from the pressure, tugging at your hand. "Dont," you hiss, anxious to get her out of the crowds. "I'm not letting go."

When you were smaller, you promised to your mother to take care of her. She sat down her two oldest children when Kenzy was learning to walk and talk and told them with her kindest words and even kinder eyes that Dakoda was special. That she couldn't hear, and she'd need extra special help from her big brother and sister. You nodded absently, so young to be taking such a vow, but in the Seam nobody else looks out for anyone but themselves - sometimes not even their own kin. You took her hand and whispered "C'mon, Koda, let's go play", not knowing she could just, just hear your words but hoping she could anyway. There's a constant, thundering drive in you to protect your siblings - even Anjelo - like a sixth sense or a subconscious instinct.

Aggressiveness drives you forward, pulling your sister along with you. She knows your rules (Don't stop for anyone, don't talk to strangers, keep moving, don't touch anything we're not paying for scrawled across paper for her to read and she nodded back to you, understanding completely the consequences that didn't need to be written down) and knows they're there to keep her safe. Only as we burst from the crowds of the market square with hands full of precious food is she allowed to run a few spaces ahead of me (just a few, only a few - one, two, three "That's enough, Koda!")

She pouts, and you're scared that one day you'll have to choose between keeping her safety or keeping her love. She's getting older and age has always scared you, always scared everyone in this District. No longer is she your tiny little sister too shy to say hello, who only wandered around the house or in her imagination, who was perfectly happy staying at home with her pencils and paper. She was getting older, at that means the reaping bowl holds her name more than once (You demanded your parents get tessera on my name and not hers. "Put me in twice, three times, I don't care. Just not her, not Koda. She'd be dead in 2 seconds and we all know that.")

Funny, how someone so brave could be so terrified of a little slip of paper.

i asked
saint christopher
to find your sister
and she ran out in the woods
and i pray a lot for you
and i look out for you

fc; adelaide kane
sister to; dakoda
lyrics; the woods - daughter
palette; picasso's mandolin

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Last Edit: Aug 25, 2013 0:16:02 GMT -5 by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨

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