Grake Kingsley 1

Im pretty tall, 5'11, i look like my dad, so im told, i dont remember him though but anyhow... supposedly we have the same strong nose, the same deepset blue eyes, i apparently have my mom's smallish lips, we each have a widow's peak. My hair is dirty blond and short, like my older brother, who was killed in the hunger games a few years back. I have a mole right above my top lip, my brows are sort of bushy... I guess i look a lot like the kids around here. There isnt anything special about me, oh except for the fact that im missing my right hand pinky, i was told it was an accident.. but i dont know.

Im pretty mellowed out. I've been in this 'hospital' for three years now, ive picked up a few habits... I twitch, only when im nervous or excited. I can fall asleep with my eyes open(needed to scare people off), i developed some type of paranoia problem... I think people are following me sometimes. I am friendly, at least to my 'nurses' and 'doctors'. I've developed a liking of dead things, weird... Like a bird flew into my window, crushed its skull.. I opened the window and stared at it until the janitor came in to throw it away. I watch things, i observe everything. I dont eat meat, people call me 'The Veggi' i accept it as a name. I love nature, and i love the trees. Once a week we are let out of this cage. We head for a small patch of secluded trees. There we train for the games. We may be 'mentally ill' but we still must participate in our annual hunger games. I picked up a bow my first day, and i got better, i got excellent. I almost killed someone that had been camoflaged, i hit right above her head... she shouldnt have made noise. I then started to climb the trees. I began to 'feel' the earth, i got dirty and gross and didnt care. I dont care what people think of me, unlike the other kids here, with OCD and other disorders... I doubted that i would like this place, i have a lot of doubts. I dont trust anyone or anything, if there was an empty road and trees nearby, i would take to the trees and watch the road, making sure it doesnt move, or no one stumbles upon it. I know i was once a goodnatured kid, but ever since i was put in here i changed, i watched myself change. I dont even remember who i was before this place. I dont ever get visitors, only from our mayor, he tells me that things are normal. He used to have my family over for dinner numerous times... I dont remember my family. I only remember that i had a brother, once. He died and i probably will as well. I could take care of myself, but ive been sthingy fed everything for all three years of my occupancy here. I dont know much about what is happening in the outside world anymore, i used to get information from a 'traveler' but i obviously hadnt seen him. I feel trapped here, i feel caged, like an animal. I dont know how ill get out, but i will...

His mother and father always looked forward to watching the games. They would analyze the tributes' moves and tell Grake where the mistakes were, everywhere from their footing to how they killed a fellow tribute. Then his older brother, Jackin, was picked to play in the games. Grake hadnt felt bad about his brother dying because he was taught not to. His parents hadnt even missed one night of sleep after his death. Grake soon felt the pang of saddness that had been lurking in his heart, and changed. He changed so randomly that his parents had thought of it as just a teenaged thing. But Grake had become interested with the reasoning behind the games and secretly began to access information through an 'unknown' source. He soon grew to hate the games, not only were they completely uncalled for but it was ludacris to watch kids kill each other.. So on top of his depression, anger came. He would pace the house throwing whatever he could get his hands on... His parents caught wind of their son's sudden change of mood. They hospitalized him saying, 'Something is wrong! Our Son, there is something wrong!' not able to give his dr. a plausible reason to be committed into the 'hospital' because they didnt really pay attention to him. They only tried to train him, as illegal as it was to do so they still tried. He was hospitalized at the age of 13, the asylum wasnt cruel, but he grew accustomed to having everything handed to him, until one day he snaps and escapes, not knowing where to go or even if his parents are still alive.... Not even knowing what they look like if they were alive.

Ill spiff it up later.