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Maia Elisselyn Esmérald - Capitol Dec 10, 2011 2:54:39 GMT -5

Post by Tattletale on Dec 10, 2011 2:54:39 GMT -5

Remind me of the day
That I sat still
Finally sat still
I don't think so
I won't stand still

“ p e o p l e d o n ' t w a n t t h e i r l i v e s f i x e d ”

w e a r e n o t s p e c i a l | maia elisselyn esmérald
w e a r e n o t c r a p o r t r a s h , e i t h e r | elise
w e j u s t a r e | seventeen
w e j u s t a r e , a n d | female
w h a t h a p p e n s j u s t h a p p e n s¹ | the capitol

“ n o b o d y w a n t s t h e i r p r o b l e m s s o l v e d ”

How you look means everything here in the Capitol. Where candy-colored buildings rise from the land that was once North America, we Capitolites absolutely cannot afford to let magnificent architechtural feats outshine us. So what do every ~~brainwashed~~ trend-following, right-minded

[/color] resident of the Capitol do? Why, decorate themselves in elaborate hairstyles and astronomical custom-made outfits, of course! Elise was the typical fashion-loving teenage girl, only except for the fact that her love of coutouriers and extravagant clothing pieces took her to the next level. She was a model, and she was loving every minute of it. Her thin physical frame, with long, slender limbs―from her shoulder to her fingers―weren't exactly graceful as a ballerina's. Her shoulders were angled and broader than most's, and her wrists, knuckles and elbows were bonier than she'd like them to be. But she made it up with her long legs that were the envy of most girls, and a long neck that held her head high. Elise had an oval-shaped face, with her large forehead, wide blue eyes, and full lips fighting for full attention. Her forehead was wider and well, bigger. As a child, she would wear headbands as often as she could, which exposed her prominent facial feature for all the children her age to see. She was constantly teased by it, but was turned into something worth flaunting during photoshoots. Her medium-set eyes were almond-shaped and has pale, blue green-colored irises. It was clear and wide, giving her the look of youth and innocence[/color]. The color was light, almost green as it gets closer around the pupils, and surrounded by long eyelashes that were never without layers of mascara. It wasn't the thickest nor lush of all when it was stripped down to its core, but was dense enough to accentuate her eyes. Her eyebrows were a lighter color than that of her hair, but was thick and well-groomed, rounded but with a recognizable arch.

Born with a seemingly perfect[/color] (according to the words of a Capitolite fashion magazine) nose, Elise was lucky she didn't have to go through the knife to 'fix herself'. Her straight pert nose was tiny, and gave way to her triangular-shaped cupid's bow and her full, bee-stung lips that were always in a healthy pink color, or if not, in a different variety of a lip stick and lipgloss combination. When parted, it reveals perfect, white teeth and the infamous Capitol accent―a high pitch and a jaw barely opening. Underneath was a receeding chin, joining her jaw and cheekbones that were dusted with the blush that was switched up every single day. Hours and hours spent being in the backstage with stylists, hair and make-up artists has taught her the basics and some tips and tricks of the art of make-up, and never left her room without a layer of her everyday make-up on. Foundation was carefully applied to her smoothen her flawless-looking skin, concealer to cover up those nights of partying, blush to liven up her complexion, and eye shadow carefully applied to the right areas to compliment her eyes. But none of these were ever an attempt to cover up her beauty marks[/color]―a mole that rested on her right cheek. It was something different, and she loved it. Something less noticable compared to the one on her cheek was the one on top of the right side of her upper lip. Her long, chest-length golden brown hair was something that she spent extra time on. With all those runway shows and photoshoots required more heat and artificial chemicals more than her hair could take and resulted in as dry and frizzy at the end of the day. But if being a model has its perks, it would be the free products and clothes they gave away to you if you were really extra nice[/color]. Appointments to her favorite hairdresser for numerous 'hair-reviving' treatments also helped, and left her hair shiny and nourished.

Being the first to present to the masses the latest it fashions, she was expected to set the trends as well. While she wasn't one to dress conservatively, she knew the difference between trendy and trashy. No matter who you are, an all-sequin get-up never looked good on anyone. She had her own style as well. She was always fond of those vintage-looking dress shops that lined the Style Street, but couldn't take her eyes off the newest creations of the Capitol's brilliant designers as well.[/color][/justify]

“ t h e i r d r a m a s , t h e i r d i s t r a c t i o n s , t h e i r s t o r i e s r e s o l v e d , t h e i r m e s s c l e a n e d u p ”

Her youthful face wasn't deceitful to anyone. It showed nothing but purely the essence of youth―the hearts of others produce blood essential for living, while her own heart produced the energy that gave her the chance to keep moving forward. How else would she be able to keep up with the hours and hours of walking down that elevated platform and posing with all the numerous flashes of the cameras and dressing up in a thousand outrageous outfits? ~~With the help of those little pills, of course.~~ If that wasn't enough, she's got her studies to take care of. At seventeen, Elise was a graduating high school senior and although her 'job' made her look as superficial as possible, she was hardworking with her studies. The possibility of repeating a year was too tiring and embarrassing, and so all of those extra time spent studying her recent lectures in exchange for a few minutes of sleep were worthwhile. She was among the top of her class, and although she was no one of superior intelligence quotient (unlike Septima over there) and only among the above average rank, she believes that anything can be achieved through hard work. She was no procrastinator either. If Elise was a tree, then she'd bear as many fruits as possible. She loved being progressive.

Another thing she loved was talking, and lots of it. She could talk everyday long, and if you weren't careful, could take over the whole conversation without her noticing. She had always been expressive, and getting her point across and heard by whoever was listening was a crucial point of her day. Her words were blunt, but that's how she always was. Her sweet voice never sugar-coats whatever she speaks, with no hidden meaning or whatsoever. Because she's not afraid to speak her mind at all, someone people perceive her as insensitive to other's feelings. This maybe true at some point, but that's because Elise was never really good in perceiving other people's feelings. She was upfront all the time, and she expects others to be too. Because of her talkative nature, she can appear as high-strung and scattered to new acquaintances. But she loves entertaining and would only be glad to have more friends around. Around her inner circle of friends, she will be more gentle, tolerant with their own opinions and pushing back her own, and a bit more dependable, which is saying a lot. She's independent, and the thought of tying down herself makes her feel very constricted.

Perhaps what made her succeed in the industry (setting aside the Esmerald's family connections outside for now)

[/color] was her open-mindness and versatility. She loved trying out new things and was pretty adaptive to speak of. New clothes, new hairstyles, new fashions, new designers, new locations, new friends, new everything[/color]. Although most Capitolites seem materialistic (and they actually are)[/color], Elise was just like one of them. Growing up in a lavish lifestyle, with everything handed down to her with a golden plate and a silver spoon, she grown quite used to it and is fairly dependent on the material things around her. A sudden change of time or location? No problem![/color] Elise doesn't put herself on a strict schedule, unlike what everyone thought, and liked to leave open spaces in case. Unfortunately, not everyone seems to get her mentality regarding time, and thus makes her go around, looking for loopholes. Her 'everything has a way' mantra tends to get far too out, but she never really gets herself into trouble that's too much for her to handle. Having fun was something, but crossing the limit was a completely different thing.

There is no such thing as 'of the norm' for this girl, and her romantic choices were, well, versatile to say. Vail and her started out as friends at first, but then she found herself very comfortable around her. Maybe it was because Vail just understood her and she understood Vail back. But then again, typing herself down wasn't one of her goals in life, she just couldn't help but get ~~flirty~~ too touchy-feely with boys in her circle.[/color][/justify]

“ b e c a u s e w h a t w o u l d t h e y h a v e l e f t ? ”

Maia Elisselyn Esmérald was born to a Capitolite lawyer on top of his game and a vivacious model-turned-socialite on May 20th. She was the second-born among the Esmérald's roster of children, after Sirlon Esmérald and then followed by Cathrine Esmérald. The Esméralds were among the most affluent of families in the Capitol, and so raising three children was no big deal at all. There isn't really much interesting about Elise's life. It was average, at least in her own eyes. She had a pretty good childhood, with parents having more than enough money to generously spoil their children to whatever they need. She was enrolled in none other than the finest schools, and didn't have a hard time at all on finding her way in and making friends. She was a bubbly young child, and would start up a conversation once you approached her.

Normally, she could care less with her education, except that she viewed school (and basically the whole world) as a place where she could prove herself (not that there was anything to prove at all) that she could be good at things. She strive her best in everything ― tests, homeworks, projects. But if there was something she was especially good at, it was during oral recitations. It was third grade, and the teacher had assigned everyone to memorize a short piece. The rest were terribly shy and delivered a less than memorable speech with their inaudible voice and stuttering words, and only some gave their best. And Elise was one of those. She spent numerous nights in memorizing and finalizing her actions and her enunciation, and practiced over and over again in front of her family or if not, pleading her family's Avoxes to stop and listen to her. Her father was very helpful, giving her pointers as she went along and her mother was the typical stage mom, exclaiming words of praise and the occasional "facial expressions and hand gestures ― moving your body along some parts can help, too,"

[/color] trying to add some things that she learned during her days as a supermodel. And it was all worth it. She could remember the proud expression her teacher wore, and how she got offered up to join the school's annual declamation contest. It was only in fifth grade when she joined the school's drama club and debate club, enriching her talent further.

She was fifteen when she got discovered, and her parents hosted a grand party in honor of the launch of a Capitolite designer's newest line. Her mother had a friend that was a model scout, and noticed Elise and her 'stunning bone structure'. A week went by, and she found herself in a test shoot and received wonderful comments from the modelling agency, and in no time, she had booked three shows and two photoshoots. Elise loved the life in the fast lane. There was so much stuff to do and she loved every single minute of it. But she still never forgot her school duties, and participated in competitions and recitations.

But let's be honest here. All that stuff is too much a young teenager's body to handle and eventually, she learned that the hard way. It was her final fitting session for the day, or was it night? It was Friday and already quarter to twelve, yet she beelined for two fittings right after the school dismissed everyone, and although she was a bit drained from answering three quizzes, she decided to go ahead. After an hour bombarded with powder and hairspray and finally putting on that a little-too-tight dress that was mistakenly a size too small and required at least ten safety pins, she tried to stand up with that sky-high stilettos on and walk, but something was wrong. Wha―why is the room spinning arouuuuu―[/color] And she fell flat on the cold, hard floor.

She fluttered her eyes open, with some traces of mascara bits all smudged and dirty all over her face, and found herself in a hospital room. She had a bad fall, and it was all due to fatigue and no rest. Her ankle was sprained, but nothing too harsh like a broken bone. She had to stay on her bed for three days and that was when her parents broke to her the news. "Darling, you're gonna have to quit modelling or have medical assistance."[/color] Quitting wasn't in her vocabulary, and obviously chose the second option. Medical assistance meant taking those pills that gave her the extra boost of energy that she needed and never questioned that decision ever since. Of course except when she talked a little bit too fast and had her little pinky vibrating by itself furiously, she was perfectly fine. But this little introduction to the drugs (despite being prescriptive, drugs were still drugs, no matter what kind or form)[/color] gave way to her little discovery of something else that she first tasted on a Friday night out with her friends, when they were bored and had nothing else to do. She loved the ice-cold beer that was frequent in almost every hang-out she goes to, but on a drunken escapade to the backroom of the club, she discovered something that dated all the way back to the Pre-Dark Days. Only one cup and a little research and she discovered moonshine. Sure, it wasn't the most tasty of all beverages, but it was strong enough to make herself believe that she loved it. It was tiring and suspicious to continue going back to the same old place (especially with fickle teenagers these days)[/color] and so she had the vacant basement be reinvented into something else all for her own. She discovered the recipe for moonshine, and stored and made her own stock down there, and it became the go-to drink of her friends during their trips.[/color][/justify]

“ j u s t t h e b i g s c a r y u n k n o w n² ”

c o d e w o r d | <3
a n d w h i l e h e r f a c e | frida gustavsson
r e m a i n s t r u e , l i k e s t a t u e | may in the months plot
i t b r e a k s | ^{1 & 2} - quotes by chuck palahniuk

i f w e l i s t e n | narration; 3FB8AF
w o u l d w e h e a r | speaking; FF9E9D
h e r c r i e s | others; FF3D7F
t h a t b u r y t h e m s e l v e s | emphasis; 7FC7AF
i n h e r m i n d ? | thoughts; DAD8A7

a n a u t h o r ' s n o t e | january 4, 2012 - edited the template <3[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]