ARELIA CLEMENT || DISTRICT 2 || {FIN}

ARELIA CLEMENT || DISTRICT 2 || {FIN} Sept 14, 2013 3:52:30 GMT -5

Post by Scourge on Sept 14, 2013 3:52:30 GMT -5

Arelia Ares Clement

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{Name: Arelia Ares Clement}
{Ar-el-ia Aer-es Cle-ment}
{Gender: Female}
{Sexuality: A-Sexual}
{Age: 12 years old}
{District 2: Masonry}
{Assassin Plot}

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The distant shouts and jeers followed you like a shadow, despite how fast your legs would take you, you could never escape them. Sometimes it was just auditory hallucinations, even if spittle flew from their lips. No matter how real or fake they were, they buried deep in the roots of your mind. In the dead of night you slip past the crowded men on the streets, the stares and gawks they give you were supposed to be degrading. You would have none of it, your deep cerulean irises meeting their gaze with a metallic gaze of your own, that was colder than the blade of a knife. For you were the child who was always awake, always out while what once was the sky now formed into a starless abyss. The only with barely clean clothing; a white hem dress covered your pale skin, skin such a pallid shade that it even caused the cruel Blacksmith from around the corner to look at you with both shame, and pity.

But, still. Pity was not what you were looking for, nor was a family. You were perfectly fine on your own, you've been that way for so many years behind. They don't even wonder why you aren't in School like the other children, why you aren't in a Community Home. What was even more of a shame was the fact that you were eligible for The Hunger Games soon. The adults see you as a pawn, a pawn for their own wealth. If you, or any other of those poor children were pulled out of that transparent jar of crushed, or even fulfilled dreams. They would not wail. They would not cry. They would BET amongst themselves, which makes you sick to the core. That's why you stare at them in such a way, as if you were about to attack at any second. You continuously bared your teeth at many and all men, no matter how poor and thin you were, how pitiful you looked. You would not allow anyone to become close to you, only to leave you.

It does not end there, either. They pester you about your education, your well-being when they wouldn't give less of a flying sh-t. Did they not realise that you could be the one to drive a knife into their necks? Why couldn't they just LEAVE YOU ALONE?! The question shook you to your very core, angered you mostly. They thought of you as an ignorant pre-pubescent little brat. It could have been true, with your un-cut posterior-length chestnut hair which tousled and fell carelessly over your form, how your face was so well-proportioned, you skin looked as if it had never been touched by acne, only a feint freckle would be here and there.

It was true. You were only a child, physically, at least. Mentally? You could outsmart any of those horrid snobs who snickered down at you as they passed you by, they did not realise your potential. Only you did. You felt as if that the only person who really understood and grasped the concept of life, was you. Sure, you could not end a man's life with brute strength alone. But if you had the chance, had the will to. You most certainly would. Although this District was full of careers your age even, you knew that they did not have the will-power to kill without reason. Even the eldest of the tributes regretted their participation, living with the burden of blood on your hands was not a pleasant experience.

You would never show it, but you yearned for more. The depths of your very soul languishing due to the lack of the goals you desire. You wished for more than just to live the life of a street urchin, especially in such a wonderfully luxurious district. Sometimes you wished you weren't so independant and stubborn, hard-headed even. A hollow headed blonde, even. But you could never pretend to be someone you're not, and the truth is; you're an egotistical wreck of a twelve year old.

It was too late to go to The Community Home for help, you instead continued to live on the little resources you had, which were quickly twindling. Theft became a new priority in your life, passing by stalls and quickly snatching a loaf of bread, or even just a fruit to get you past the day. You considered running away, wandering into the wilderness. But your district was upon steep mountains, you could just as easily slip and break your skull open as you could be caught by peace-keepers and turned into an Avox. Or better yet, death. You continued your life of solitude, you would spend your week-days pressing your ear against the side of the portable classrooms and mentally taking notes of what would have been your education. It was only one day, alone at the park when you tilted your head back and began to brainstorm, along with these brainstorms came auditory hallucinations.

There was no answer. Not that you had expected one, in the least. But why do you care anyways? All you were now was the wandering child of enmity, loathing and hatred was a burning passion, so deep that it caused you to mistrust all around you, the children who taunted you, the men who looked down upon you, the women you hurried away from you as if you were a disease-riddled rat. You probably were, infact.

But this all changed one day. Like usual you passed by a store, snatching an apple from it's stand and slipping it up your loose hem sleeve with ease, repeating the process with a loaf of a bread while the shop-keeper's back was turned, tightening a small leather bracelet around your wrist to prevent said items from falling out, making your way around the corner, into the dark alleyway of inwhich you would temporarily call home. Just as you were deep within the labyrinth of the alleys, you heard very quiet footsteps behind you. You turned. You saw the man inwhich who would change your life from here-on-out.

{Other: Don't want to give away who it is, finished aswell! In-case your confused, here's the brief rundown. Arelia was abandoned at a young age, not infant-age but young enough so that she could take care of herself. She refused the Community Homes for quite some time, and eventually grew a hate for humanity in general. She continued her life as a street urchin, until she is 'found' by a certain someone. This was really just an idea I had, so it may seem a bit tacky.}

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