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James Edward Patton PK Done Jun 26, 2013 18:49:32 GMT -5

Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Jun 26, 2013 18:49:32 GMT -5

Name: James Edward
Age: 21
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

You'll see

Personality:

I've been told to hide my emotions, and I will. I believe in group punishment.

History:

I trained forever to be a career in the hunger games, but it fell through. I decided the Capitol is right in everything they do. I am now a peacekeeper to keep the peace in district eleven

Codeword: oDair
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Will be using a picture of my daddy <3

Last Edit: Jul 4, 2013 5:38:44 GMT -5 by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes

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James Edward Patton PK Done Jun 29, 2013 15:35:14 GMT -5

Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Jun 29, 2013 15:35:14 GMT -5

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Bubby Patton

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The Army Colors
The Colors are blue...
To show the world
That we are true...

The name is James Edward Patton. I am twenty-one years old. If you know me, you can call me the name my sister gave me, Bubby. Don’t call me Bubby unless you know me. If you don’t know me, it will be Mr. Patton. I’ve trained for a long time for the Hunger Games, but the time never came for me to be reaped. I was never reaped, and I didn’t want to volunteer to put myself to death. I want to fight for the Capitol. I want the Capitol to stand strong. It’s the right way for this nation. The Capitol is always right. I will never defy the Capitol. I will live to serve them. I will show them I can be the best at what I do. I will make sure nobody steps out of line. I will live with Honor knowing what I do is the right. Nothing can stand in the way of what I believe, so don’t even try because you will get nowhere.

The Army Colors
The Colors are white...
To show the world
That we will fight...

Look me in the eye and tell me what you see. Do you see the little innocent boy I once was or do you see the fierce peacekeeper I’ve turned into? I hope you see the fierce peacekeeper I’ve turned into. I’m built for strength over speed being tall and lean. I stand five foot eight inches off the ground, and I weigh one hundred sixty pounds. Most of that is from the muscles I have. My arms are built from all the years of training and exercising. My six pack abs are something that most of the women find attractive, and I’m with them. I want to show them off all the time, but I must keep myself looking professional. I don’t want to be strutting down the streets with people staring at me wanting to be with me. I need to be strutting down the streets with people staring at me with fear in their eyes. I want them to fear me, and I will make sure my looks keep me like that.

My dark brown hair is in a buzz cut hair style. I have to keep my hair cleanly shaved. I remember my dad always shaving his hair. He thought it made him look better. He thought people would be afraid of him, and I want to be just like him. I want to live up to him. I have no sideburns because my dad never did. He always told me sideburns were unprofessional. I have no facial hair at all. I have to shave every other night to keep a mustache and beard from growing in. I hate how the stubble grows on my face. It gets all itchy making me want to shave it off immediately. I would scratch at my face for hours turning it red. I hate that it does that, but nothing I do will stop it from growing in. I let it grow in once to see if the citizens of the districts were afraid of me, but the beard never did anything except make me look older than I really am. I don’t want to look like I’m in my thirties when I’m only twenty-one.

My face is shaped like an oval. I never figured out why people have faces like that, but everyone looks different. I can see some resemblance between my face and my father’s face, but it’s nothing that is amazing. I just look like another Patton. My eyes are round and blue. I sometimes wish they weren’t so blue. Maybe if they were green, or brown, or hazel even it would be prettier, but I’m not here to be another pretty face. I hope my facial features place some fear into the other people around me. My nose sets oddly on my face. I have a big nose. I hate my nose, but it runs in the family. My dad, my dad’s dad, and so on all have big noses. It’s kind of funny if you ask me. It’s like that’s our curse. Laugh at me if you will, but think before you act. My lips are like chicken lips, thin and barely noticeable. I almost always smile, but look past the smile to find my true identity.

I’m built to be strong. I’ve trained so much in my life that my muscles have muscles. I flex my arms to show off all the time when I’m not in uniform. When I was first getting stronger, I wanted people to notice. I wanted to show off my strength to the others. I wanted to prove I was stronger. I don’t care now. I have to look professional. Even in uniform, my muscles on my arms are noticeable. One thing that most people don’t notice is my legs. I have huge thigh muscles from doing squats for so long. I can run faster than most would imagine though. I’m not slowed down by them, but I’d rather over power my opponent than take them out with speed. My abs are formed nicely. It’s one thing I’m proud of. I’m proud of my entire body. If anyone has a problem with how I look, well, it would be best to keep the comments quiet.

The Army Colors
The Colors are red...
To show the world
The blood we've shed...

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When I was younger, just starting school age, I was a quiet, shy person. I wouldn't get around anyone. I always wanted to be in the comfort of my own home, and my own family. I didn't want to be around anyone. I couldn't make eye contact with someone when I was talking. I would look at the ground when I was talking. I would hide behind my parents when strangers would walk up to me. I didn't want to be seen in public. I was terrified to talk in front of people. I would cry when I was forced to talk in class. One time the teacher made me talk in front of everyone. I ran away from them not wanting to mess with them. Tear fell down my face, and I was unable to communicate with them. I was ashamed of myself. I was terrified, and I didn't know what would happen to me, but this has all changed. I am different. I am no longer this quiet, shy boy I once was.

Now most people look at me in fear. They want to run away from me because I’m not one to be messed with. It brightens my dad when a person sees me; they turn and walk the other way. It always brings a smile to my face. I laugh to myself because nobody wants to mess with me. I want them to be afraid of me. I don’t want them to see me as a friend. I want them to look at me with the fear knowing I can punish them if they step out of line. It’s how I was raised, and it’s how I’m going to live my life now. I walk up near a group of citizens talking, and they grow silent. They drop the conversation completely. I want to be able to look at a person just to make them breakdown. Don’t mess with me, and I won’t mess with you. I can either be your enemy, or your worst enemy. I’m friends with peacekeepers, and my family. I won’t be friendly towards anyone else.

I’m honest with everyone. I’m not going to beat around the bush to ignore the truth. I’m brutally honest. I’ll say it how it is. If you don’t like what I’m saying, deal with it. I won’t be all sweet with you because it’s not worth it. It’s not worth my time to be sweet. I have a job to do, and I will do this job to the best of my ability. I will be the peacekeeper I’m trained to be. I don’t like liars. It’s best to tell me the truth and get on with your day. If I find out I’m being lied to, I will become a monster. I will make sure the liar is dealt with appropriately. Just be honest with me, and I’ll be honest with you. I’m not afraid to speak my mind. I will speak my mind when my authority is questioned. I don’t like people to question me. What I say goes, so you better listen to me. Don’t screw around with me trying to play with my mind because it doesn’t work. It will only make things ten times worse.

Don’t mess with me unless you know me. I promise you won’t like me. I won’t lie to you because it isn’t polite to lie. I want to keep my manners. I have to be professional, and anyone who defies me defies the great Capitol. I don’t stand for people defying the Capitol because the Capitol is always right. I was taught that when growing up. My dad beat it into me. The teachers forced it into me. My trainer trained it into me; therefore, it’s right. Nothing will ever change my mind. Nothing will make me believe otherwise. You are wasting your breath if you try. I will just laugh at you because I find it funny. It’s funny to watch people try to go against the all mighty Capitol. It just causes more problems, and I will be there to fix it, and trust me it will be fun for me, but you will probably hate me for it, and in all honesty having someone hate me would make my day even better.

I’m not as tough as I’m made out to be. I have a soft spot that lies deep inside of me. I try to hide it, but sometimes it shows. I struggle when I see an elderly person that needs help. I want to help them. It’s strange though being a peacekeeper in District Eleven because I see a lot of elderly people. I’ve seen elderly people being punished because they are starving or because one of their children has been reaped and sent into the arena. I want to help them, but it goes against everything I’ve been trained for. I can’t let it show when other peacekeepers are around. I fight this daily as I watch them work in the fields or as I watch them slowly start starving to death. Trust me, I don’t want to be like this, and I have no idea why I’m like this, but I am. I may never figure it out, but I will fight it every day. I will fight this fight, and I will come out on to. I will allow myself to lose this soft spot once and for all.

The Army Colors
The Colors are gold...
To show the world
That we are bold...

I was born and raised in District two to George and Minnie Patton. I have a rather large family. There are fourteen of us altogether. I’m in the middle. I had seven sisters and six brothers. One of my sisters died when she was younger from a freak accident, and a day doesn’t go by without me missing her, but I push it aside to get on with my daily life. I was heart broke when she left. I was only six. I didn’t understand what death was, but now I do, and I know she won’t be back. I was mad at her for leaving me at first, but I kept telling myself it was best for her to be away from this nation when I realized what it was about. She didn’t need to grow up here. She didn’t have to worry about the reaping. She didn’t have to worry about training or anything, and that is the best. It’s best because she doesn’t have to see me now. I don’t think she’d approve of me being a peacekeeper.

I went to school like every child is supposed to do. I did well in my classes because I wanted to impress my family. I was well behaved. I got in trouble one time for not doing my homework. My dad wasn’t pleased. I was punished. I was the laughing stock for my family. It made me angry, but it was for the best. I had to learn sometime that it was best I got punished so I wouldn’t mess up again. I never forgot my homework after that. I was afraid of what my dad would do. I became afraid to be in trouble around him. I would listen for the way he would call my name. If he called me Bubby, it wasn’t anything at all, but if he would call me my full name James Edward Patton, I knew I was in trouble, and I better get to him quick. I had less than a minute to get to him before I would be in worse trouble. I also learned not to hide from him. I’m grateful I didn’t have a scar from it.

On my twelfth birthday, my dad sent me to the academy to start training for the Hunger Games. “You will represent District Two in the arena one day. You will bring the fame to this family that is needed. If you aren’t reaped by the time your eighteen, you must volunteer.” He left with this. The first few days of training were hard. I didn’t want to train. I didn’t want to go into the Hunger Games. I didn’t want to be sent into an arena to fight to the death. It wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t made for the arena. I wasn’t going to go into the arena unless my name was called and nobody volunteered for me. I hated the Capitol. I hated everything about them. I thought they were brutal for killing teens, and I wanted no part of it. I was just going to sit back and watch it happen. I just wanted to be left alone and be a normal child like most people wants to be.

At fifteen, I started paying more attention in school. I paid attention to the lectures that were given. It was pounded into my head that the Capitol was right. I fought it for a while doing whatever I could to block that out. I didn’t want the Capitol to be right. They were so mean to everyone. They didn’t want anyone to do anything wrong. I never thought they could be right. It was impossible to be happy in a place ran by the stupid president. He wasn’t smart. I hated watching the Hunger Games. I hated watching people dying for what happened several years ago. The Capitol is the bad guys, and the districts are the good guys. It can’t be true. I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted this all to be one huge lie. I stopped paying attention in school. I didn’t train as hard as my trainer wanted me to. I didn’t want to go into the arena like my dad wanted me to. It was all wrong. I can’t fight for what’s wrong as it wasn’t right.

At sixteen, I started training harder. I listened in school to the lecture of Panem. I started loving the history of Panem. I became angry at the rebels for trying to destroy the Capitol. The Capitol is right, and they shouldn’t be messed with. I wanted to become a worker for them. I thought being a peacekeeper would be amazing. Maybe I would go into the arena to fight for the District to bring fame to the District. It would be fun. I didn’t care if I ended up dying or not as long as I made my dad proud. I found I was good with a sword. I wanted to use a sword to decapitate someone who was from a lower district one that would hate the Capitol. It would be the best day of my life. I wanted to show everyone how fierce I became. I wanted every other district to fear me. I decided at eighteen I would volunteer if I wasn’t reaped. I wanted to make my dad proud.

It was time for my last reaping. I went in with every intention to volunteer. I was strong. I was fast. I was ready. I started looking up to the peacekeepers that lurked in the districts. They were smart, and they knew what they were doing. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be one of them, but I was too young. I started having second thoughts about the games as the males name was called. I was relieved when it wasn’t mine. I wasn’t going to volunteer to save the poor soul. He should be prepared to go into the arena. He was a career after all. I didn’t volunteer for him. I remember my dad looking at me through the crowd with a death stare. If looks could kill, I would have fallen over dead. I walked over to him knowing I was going to have to explain myself. I looked at him, “Dad, I want to be a peacekeeper. I want to be on that helps this nation stay at peace.” This caused him to smile.

I became a peacekeeper just like I said I would. I requested to be in District Eleven, and my request was granted. I became the happiest person on earth. I was given a uniform, and I became ready to stand up for what is right. I wear this uniform proud with my head held high. I don’t want anyone to mess with me because I’ll be there waiting for someone to cross the line. I will be waiting for a person to defy the Capitol. I will be lurking in the shadows listening to conversations waiting for a person to talk about anything that can make me feel like they are going to cause a rebellion. I’m not afraid, and I will never be afraid. It’s best for everyone to stay out of my way because I’m not one to be messed with. I will be your worst enemy if you give me the chance, so beware of James Edward Patton peacekeeper in District Eleven.

The Army Colors
The Colors are green...
To show the world
That we are mean...

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oDair

Narration 7D7523
Thoughts C2B443
Hearing 98B327
Speech E5BA65
Other F6D385

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Last Edit: Jul 4, 2013 5:41:15 GMT -5 by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes

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