Verre Arcobaleno (Capitol) ((FINISHED<3))

"When I'm on the dancefloor, nobody can judge me."
Verre Arcobaleno

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Verre Arcobaleno/22/Capitol/Female/Homosexual/Director of High School Track Team

( Take Joy In Who You Are )
As you are at the rave, you begin to feel a little bit light-headed, so of course, you go to the bathroom to throw up. You see people around up jumping up and down, moving their hands in fancy ways, bouncing to the beat of the dubstep and electronic music that blares above your head to your pale ears. As you move your long, GoGo Fluffied-up legs through the crowd, you run a skinny hand through your partially rainbow colored hair, focusing on keeping the vomit in your stomach long enough so that it can go to its proper place. I knew I shouldn't have taken those pills you think, as you dive into the bathroom, trying to make it to a stall.

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After you throw up, you run your pale hands under the water of the sink, rinsing your straight teeth with the clear fluid. Looking up in the full-length mirror next to you, your pale blue eyes examine your appearance of the night. Your skin is pale (especially after you took those pills) and your face is covered in makeup; your eyeliner and mascara done, a line of different colors running from ear to ear, over your nose, as it always is. Your nails are painted the color of blood, and your wrists and your thin arms are covered in bead bracelets that cover very old scars from when you were 9. You don't wear the bracelets to hide them; you have no shame in them. You only wear them to the raves you love so much, and other than that, you have nothing on your arms (especially when you are doing your track and field training).

You update your appearance in the mirror, with a tug of your yellow neon shirt down and brushing your rainbow hair to the side with thin fingers. You also pull your fluffy leggings up your thin, stick-like legs to the back of your knee (trying to ignore the massive scars that plague the sides of your knees) and blow a small kiss to the mirror and you leave the bathroom. Hooking your thumbs in the straps of the cupcake backpack that you wear to your parties, you jump on the illuminated dancefloor. Moving your black track sneakers slightly to the beat of the electronic music that plays, allowing your stick-like figure to get lost in the crowd. You don't have any thoughts of tomorrow, only wanting to have your parties as your escape.

( We Know Our Wings Are Flawed )
Verre, from a very young age, was always told to be a very kind person to those around her. Her parents showed her examples of this all the time, helping friends in need and strangers that needed a boost. Her parents were very loving of everything and everyone, even donating charity money to different organizations. Verre, a mommy and daddy's girl, always forced herself to be kind to those around her even when she didn't want to, but eventually she didn't need to tell herself over and over to not blow a blood-vessel at people and the behavior came naturally. Now, whenever people need her help with something as simple as homework to something as big as planning a Capitol party (which she is expecting one of these days) she helps (what else is she supposed to do).

From the beginning of time, Verre was a very determined little girl. She always aimed to please and would do anything to make it that way. Whenever her mother would send her out on a task, she would instantly spring to it, trying to do her very best. When she was learning how to walk and run efficiently, the doctors told her that she wouldn't be able to walk and do such normal things with her legs, but that doesn't mean she quit trying. She is very hardworking towards what she does, and puts forward 100 percent towards her work.

And of course, with athletic achievements and personal achievements, Verre is very naturally cocky. When she was able to walk, she would rub it in other people's faces, telling them that she could run faster than any of the other kids (she horribly lost). After she was accepted into the track and field team and go to competitions, she was always convinced she would win. She wouldn't even warm up before a race (which was dangerous, but she actually won most of the time). She wouldn't think anything of danger, believing herself invincible almost. She believed she could be untouched.

Verre is a very laidback person that doesn't care what other people do. She is the type that can walk into a room and not hate the first person she sees. She just walks into a room, knows there are people there, and goes about her business. If she sees someone walking up a street wearing a t-shirt that she doesn't like, she don't make it a point to piss them off and tell them they look horrible. She doesn't bother other people just because they are doing what they want to do. As long as they are living their lives in a way that won't affect hers negatively, she could care less about what people do.

( History Keeps Pulling Me Down )
Born as Verre Glassulia Arcobalena, you were a small little thing, really. You were just a small little elegant thing that could instantly make people smile due to your lovely little personality and sweet smiles, but they would always deter once they spotted the leg braces that went from your upper thigh to your ankle. The gear looked weird and unpleasant, and people often stared at it. Wearing pants didn't help your case either, as there were parts of it that were too bulky and stuck out at odd places. But they have to understand; you were born with weak muscles and tendons in your legs, and the braces helped you to stand and walk.

One day, when you were 9 years old, as you were walking from a store nearby (as your mother trusted you well enough to pick up something for her) you accidentally stepped off the sidewalk and you fell, your right leg brace broke, and the piece of metal on the side went into your knee and also scratched up your arms, as the pieces of metal were sticking out and you tried to catch the fall with your hands. Of course, your parents panicked and took you to the emergency room (and you got thirteen stitches). You begged them not to have you put in your braces again, and because of the incident, they didn't want to either. The doctors tested your abilities to walk and discovered that you were quite capable of being able to stand, walk, and even slightly run (but that would take a little bit of time and practice).

You were overjoyed at the news. Now, people wouldn't stare at your legs as if you weren't human. Now, you could play sports with the kids on the playground. And of course, you wouldn't have to suffer the horrible curse that is the sweat and rash under your leg braces. You could just be a normal Capitolite kid.

Actually, the moment you found out you could walk without the braces, you were walking/running everywhere. You would run to the stores and anywhere else you could. If your parents offered you a car-ride to go somewhere, you would instantly deny them, using the term 'screw the car, I'm running.' Your parents never quite understood why you were so stubborn, but they have to understand; after wearing leg braces your entire life, you know you would want to take advantage of the situation.

When you were 16, you would always prefer to run to school (you tried once in high-heels, but you sprained your ankle, so when you wore highheels, you preferred to walk). Once, when you were running to school, the track and field teacher caught sight of you, and stalked asked around for your name. When she had your first and last name obtained, she instantly called you to the front office. And that's part of where your life changed.

When you got yourself to the front office, you were confused and very slightly afraid. You hadn't done anything wrong, as far as you were concerned, and when you mentioned this to your track and field teacher, she instantly cut you off, saying that she wanted you on her team. Without hesitating, you jumped up and hugged her and accepted the position on the team.

You attended a practice that very day, and just for fun, you accepted a race against the fastest kid on the team. Without hesitation, you instantly darted out from the line, surpassing the girl and getting to the finish line. Your teacher never expected you could do that good, nor could the rest of that team. After all, how couldn't they have noticed the girl who had run to school every day for about six years? Everybody was dumbfounded, and after some time, they gave you the nickname Rainbow Dash, respective to your rainbow hair and your speed.

When you were 17, you were walking down the street, glancing at a sheet of paper that your mother gave you, intending for you to pick up something for her. Well, apparently, you got the place wrong, and you stepped into the wrong building. As soon as you walked in, the darkness of night being replaced with darkness that had strobe lights added to it. Electronic music and dubstep music blared over your head, and the people there wore odd clothing; women with legwarmers that had fur on them, and fishnet stockings, and shirts that flashed and lit up (and why were they sucking on pacifiers?) You pulled someone to the side and asked them what the hell was going on, and they instantly told you that the place you were at was called a rave, which was basically a party where everyone dresses up and dances to odd music. You nodded and thanked him for your time, but to be honest, if you weren't running an errand, you would have stayed.

The week after the accidental run-in, you instantly went back to the place (sporting tutus and a pacifier, and rainbow make-up and fluffy leggings, short skirts and backless tops) and fell in love with the rave. You would always go there on the weekends (if you didn't have a track and field competition to attend to) or on week-days (if you were lucky enough to be able to sneak out).

After you had graduated from high-school, your track and field teacher decided to retire, and specially requested to the school to hire you. The school agreed it was a good decision and instantly clinged to you and asked you, and you gladly obliged. You started the job when you were 19, and you still continue to do it to this very day. You also still go to the raves (but never quite got into the drug scene, although you do them every so often). You have fun being yourself, because after years of being restricted by your leg braces, you love to think that you are free from them.

Odair<3