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flynn halder » eleven {finished!} Sept 23, 2012 14:35:48 GMT -5

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Name: flynn halder
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 11
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Personality:

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flynn halder » eleven {finished!} Sept 24, 2012 0:21:08 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Sept 24, 2012 0:21:08 GMT -5

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.

flynn halder
district eleven
eighteen
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I'm tearing up, across your face
Move dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place

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appearance

"Flynn?" a little voice yells, a frantic pattering of shoe soles on wooden floors disrupting the afternoon silence. "Flynn!" it calls again, a mixture of delight and hurried excitement as it's owner races around a door frame into view. I always tell her to remember to tie up her shoe laces, because she just loves to run and Ripred forbid she gains the klutz gene from me.[/color] Little feet run toward me, followed by flailing hands clutching a piece of paper and a bob of hair that almost crashes into my jean covered legs. "Flynn!" my sister calls excitedly. "Flynn, I draw-ed you a picture!"

Hauling her up onto my knees, I smile as her little body rests on my lap. She wears a little green dress with white shoes and a beaming expression, fresh home from pre-school. "Wow, Bella" I exclaim, the drumming of her heels against my shins causing discomfort - but I dare not show it. "Can I see?" I ask, followed by a little nod of her head as she smooths out the paper. Colourful lines, swirls and shapes adorn the white sheet, creating a picture of a little girl and her big brother standing in a field - the flowers in our meadows dotting the green crayon grass. I pin up every single drawing she creates of us on my bedroom wall.[/color] "Oh, look Bella," I begin, engaging her gaze as my finger taps the first figure, "she looks just like you!"

Giggles erupt from my lap. I play along with her, pretending to look confused at her laughter. "Flynn, you are a silly billy! That's you and meeee!" The 'o' formation my faint pink lips form stretch into a grin, revealing a set of twenty something teeth all in a row as I join in on her laughter. "Well it's a good thing you are going to be going to school, then - you'll be far smarter than me, that's for sure." The drawing of the boy has a cookie cut out head drawn in pink, not quite a circle, but it's close enough. My face is more angular, with a square, set jawline and a rectangular format towards my hairline. On the almost circle drawn on the page is a zig zag of bright yellow hair, like butter or sunflower petals. In reality, it's more of a sandy, straw-coloured shade - especially in winter when I hardly see the sun - but nonetheless, it's close enough, and rather well drawn for a 4 year old. Two blue dots for eyes, the colour we all inherited from out mother. She says they are kind, but I don't really think that eyes can look like anything but eyes.[/color] My arms and legs are stick thin and drawn of lead, with 5 fingers and toes to match - not as realistic as the hair and eyes, but the comic relief makes me smile. I'm not particularly tall or short in reality, but I suppose to my little brothers and sisters I must seem as tall as the trees planted outside in our meadows.

"Well, Miss Arabella Halder - this," I point to the drawing, "is beautiful. Just like you!" With a tap on her nose and another outbreak of laughter, she shimmies off of my knees once more and babbles a "Ok Flynn bye Flynn gotta go put my books away Flynn bye Flynn see ya Flynn!" - and she has vanished around the corner again, off on adventures and mischief and whatever else I can remember doing when I was her age.

Not yet awake
I'm raised of make
In a mother, out a moth
Furling forests for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft

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personality

I stumble, fumble over my feet probably, possibly over untied shoelaces; because I'm always forgetting to tie those up again[/color] and tip forward, arms outstretched to form a cross nailed to the ceiling above me - only to be stopped from crashing to the ground by a boot-covered foot that lands on the floor in front of my body. Regaining balance once more as the world spins back to normal and my heart remembers that it's not supposed to beat so loudly, I let out a sigh and continue onwards. I am stumbling, fumbling, falling through my life one lucky footprint that keeps me from hitting the ground below me at a time.[/i]

People say I'm clumsy. My siblings call me 'silly'. I am not clumsy, just accident prone. That's all. One minute I'm simply walking through a street, or a hallway, or through a row of trees - and the next, a tree stump, an umbrella case, a discarded shoe decides to plant itself in my way. Sometimes it's a toy truck, a pile of books, a plastic shovel - the only evidence that little children have been here before. Bumps and bruises are my frequently visiting friends, so I know how to tend to them well when little arms and legs turn pink and purple.[/i] All it takes is a plaster, a few soft words and a hug, and they're skipping off again to climb trees, or splash in puddles, or even draw crayon and marker pictures of their family. There's no blood, of course, but if reassurance is what they need to stop the tearful hiccoughs that bubble out of trembling mouths, then so be it.

I guess I don't like to see my little brothers and sisters cry because I don't like to see others sad. Or mad. Or generally upset - especially at me. I suppose no-one likes to upset others. It's uncomfortable.[/i] An uneasiness rises inside of me whenever I get a funny look, or a displeased grimace is directed my way. And then I fumble, jumble over words and my hands feel shaky and my words just do not want to make their voices heard. It's not like I don't want to be around people - I do, I really enjoy it - but children just seem easier because they're so easy to please. If you forget things (which I'm ever so good at doing because my mind is always drifting from kids to life to kids to the night sky to kids to orchards and then back to kids again, and everything else just seems to fall from my mind)[/i] they don't get mad. You don't have to have a stream of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry" on repeat until you find forgiveness. Instead, they're busy one moment, and the next they want to run around, and the next you're playing pirates, and the next you're baking bread, and so on. Every day is different, distracts me from the boring circle of wake up, do chores, pick apples, come home, go to sleep.[/i]

So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know
What it is, is pouring
Wire it up
You're breaking your ground

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history

"Flynn?" Jakob asks as his little hands pat down mountains of soil. "Why is your tree so much bigger than all of ours?"

This is my day-to-day life, answering questions sought out by young minds about the world. Such a vast, endless place it must be. Some questions are easy to answer, like why we have to wear sun hats in the summer time when we are all outside playing, or what our neighbour's name is. Others, like what happened to one of their friends fathers as he was dragged away by Peacekeepers kicking and yelling, for apparently stealing food, is much harder to swallow.[/i] I'd never tell them the truth though. It's best to keep their minds as carefree as possible. Because youth is short, and you should treasure it. They should treasure it. Their heads don't need to be filled with nightmares or whips and gunshots and children killing other children as they fight for their survival, to live another day. No, I'll keep them safe for as long as I can. Because I have to.[/i]

"Because mine was planted a long time ago, before any of you lot were born" I reply, trying to keep the conversation as simple as possible. Not for my sake, of course, but for theirs. It's much easier to communicate with kids if you get on their level, which is why I find myself kneeling on the ground as I pat down seeds into their own little garden patch in our back garden. People joke that I never really grew out of toddling around, spending the last 6 years chasing after little legs and falling over things, as if my balance never caught up to my ever-changing limbs.

"Oh," he replies, blonde head furrowed into thought for a moment as he pauses to take in the information. He's a thinker, a tend-to-er, watering his tree every single day (and the rest of our trees, too - but he'd never admit that out loud to the rest of them.)[/i] "How long ago?" he queries again, shovelling questions at me like the dirt we dig up in the square pit.

"18 and a bit years ago" I reply cheerfully to the 5 year old. "I can count to 18! Flynn! I can count to that, I learnt it at school!" his twin sister Carlie bursts, jumping up and down in her place. Dusting the earth off her overalls, she straightens her posture and clears her throat, chin held up with pride and her hands on her hips. Ever so confident, Carlie is - determined to outshine anyone and everyone and constantly cling to my ankles as I walk through the house. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five" she begins, racing through the first 10 numbers. "Eleven, Twelve, Thirtyteen, Fourtyteen, Fiftyteen, Sixtytee-"

She's interrupted by another voice, this time from the eldest of my siblings, who's tree sprouts above the twins' set. "No, Carl, that's not how you do it!" yells Leyam. "It's thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen!" Being the eldest kid at 'Almost 7', as he likes to call it, he shares the same tendency to boss others around as Carlie. Once those two are into a debate, there's no stopping them until you have to pull one off of the other - usually Carlie off Leyam. "Hey, hey" I warn gently, putting an arm out to stop the storm before it brews. "You can count however you'd like, Carlie. Same for you, Lee. Now, if we finish planting quickly, we can all have some of Bella's biscuits, ok?"

A squeal from Bella at the sound of her name and a hurried shovelling from the rest are the start of the end of my day. It's followed by piggy backs, glasses of juice, crumbs and bedtime stories. Tuck-ins, kisses on foreheads, and a promise of picking tomatoes once they've sprouted. As I lean against the grassy ground and take in the night sky, insects buzzing in my ears and mockingjays singing in the distance with the universe seeming an arm-stretch away, I wait for tomorrow with a thirst of adventure. If only the universe could be pulled towards me in one swift movement, then perhaps I could take the first steps of adventure on my own two stumbling, fumbling feet.[/i]

Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love

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Stare Retired Staff 3,105 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Feb 15, 2024 23:43:11 GMT -5 and i will hold you tight / like the moon in the arms of the sky	flynn halder » eleven {finished!} Sept 30, 2012 17:25:26 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Stare on Sept 30, 2012 17:25:26 GMT -5 Lovely, fantastic, wonderful, and beautiful, as usual. ^^ accepted!