{Piper Crest}{D11}{FIN}

Dreams Tribute [M:-425] 452 POSTS last seen Nov 21, 2023 20:23:00 GMT -5	{Piper Crest}{D11}{FIN} Sept 14, 2013 14:20:36 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Dreams on Sept 14, 2013 14:20:36 GMT -5 Name: Piper Lilac Crest Age: 18 Gender: Female District/Area: District 11 Appearance: Personality: History: Codeword: odair Comments/Other: FC: Julie Gonzalo
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{Piper Crest}{D11}{FIN} Sept 14, 2013 14:51:11 GMT -5

Post by Dreams on Sept 14, 2013 14:51:11 GMT -5

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it's time to fall into my arms
'cause i've been waiting for too long
you're an angel, grab your halo
and lets fly tonight

Piper Lilac Crest is a beautiful, unique girl of District 11. She is seventeen years old, and almost always looks down. She isn't a socializer, you will realize. And she has a good reason for it.

i wish my heart was always
on her mind
'cause she's on mine
like all day all the time

I'm a pathetic sight. I'm thin, barely any fat on me, let alone muscle. I'm taller than most girls my age at 5'11 and weigh in at 124 pounds. My body frame is delicate, long, and dainty, my limbs and fingers a spidery proportion. My posture is straight and proper, not hunched over. Yet, at least. My form allows me to move swiftly, though. run fast and dodge quickly, which is better than strength. I have a strong sense of balance that is used greatly in my life. I feel graceful and elegant, but I most likely look very clumsy to the rest of the world. Long legs are easy to trip over, cut me some slack.

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My eyes are a soft green, resembling the ferns located all around 11. They are brought together by bronze rings around my pupil, a unique touch in my view. They are wide and big, but highly sensitive to light. But even though they catch light, they seem dim. They aren't lit up with joy or excitement. They're just dull. That's why most can tell when I'm faking a smile or not. Most can detect the dead expression in them from a mile away. Usually they have a glint of sorrow in them. Loneliness, rejection, and alarm. Not exactly the most attractive thing, but there isn't much I can do about it.

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I have mildly tanned skin; not exactly pale, just a shade darker. It usually has a patch of sunburn somewhere. Field working does that to you. However, I have saved myself from most zits. After every days work, I go to the creek and wash my face off, cleaning my pores of any dirt or sweat that worked their way in. My hands are starting to go hard, calloused by field working. My fingernails are chipped and uneven, and not because I chew them. Because of their constant use and I'm unhealthy. If I had nutrition, maybe they would grow stronger.

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My hair is wavy, falling down slightly past my shoulders. It is a dark brown, a nice shade of contrast to my skin. In the sunlight, my lighter brown highlights shine out of its darker strand counterparts. My bangs are usually in my face, which I like. My part is uneven, and I can never seem to get it right or straight. Probably because the only mirror I have is that water. My hair is slightly greasy, even after I take a dip in the creek. I usually have it in a ponytail or fishtail down my back. It helps me keep cool. But in colder days I keep it down to keep my ears warm.

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I have a slim face, probably because I'm malnourished. My lips are thin, a light almost neutral color. My teeth are off white. Surprisingly, there aren't that many crooked teeth. However, my wisdom teeth are quite annoying and take up space. My nose is small and round, though a little too small for my taste. The most noticeable thing about me, though, is my scar. It was given to me by some cutters I got a little too snip happy with. It was a pretty deep gash that left a small ravine between my eyebrows.

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I have a plain wardrobe. Not much can be afforded in District 11, especially on my budget. In warm weather, I wear black or white tank tops. Cheap and easy to find. As bottoms I usually wear jean shorts and leather sandals. In cooler weather, my attire is usually sweaters or my summer clothes under a jacket if I'm really struggling. Any kind of pants work. As long as they keep me warm. I have old leather boots that I'm pretty sure are reaching the end of their life span. On my wrist is a small bracelet woven together by yellow pieces of string. It's a nice piece of color and I like to think of it as a ray of sunshine. The lights me up when I'm dark. I usually pull it around when I'm stressed.

she's the girl no one
ever knows
and i say "hi"
but she's to shy to say "hello"

I'm not a very social person. I'm shy, quiet. I hide my face a lot, just stare at the ground. I usually don't talk to anyone other than family. I really don't have friends at school because of it. Some people spread rumors that I'm mute. Because surely that's the only reason why I don't talk. And when I do occasionally speak, it's short and soft. I'm a girl of few words. It's hard to warm up to me. And I find it hard to warm up to anyone. I have a hard shell that usually never opens. I try to stay out of everybody's way, don't draw too much attention to myself. So good luck. Most people don't have the patience to befriend me.

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I'm a little songbird. I like to sing, because it lifts me of my worries. I only sing when I'm alone, though. No, I don't let anyone hear me because I'm afraid they won't like it. My best friends are the mockingjays that dot the area, who repeat the melodies I hum. I like to write my own songs about life in eleven, about my life. Another reason why I don't let anyone hear me. It's personal, for my, myself, and I only. I suppose Piper is a good name for me. Singing is my thing, or piping, if you will.

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I'm a good girl, it seems. I don't like to break rules, because they're all I have. Without them, I'm clueless, and being lost isn't exactly the most comfortable place to be. My brother calls me a "Peacekeepers' pet", which is really quite annoying. But at least I'm better off than he is. More about him later, though. I guess I've just been obedient and passive since ever. Never have I fought back. Never have I gone against orders. You'd think that's a good thing. But apparently it's frowned upon here.

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I'm a big daydreamer. My head's in the clouds most of the time. I just close my eyes and I fly away to another land. At night is the most common time, when no one's there and there's no work. Just me and the stars, conversing. I usually like to just sit alone, when I'm able to, and think. Think about what life would be without the games. You could call me a dreamer. Sadly, they're happy dreams. Dreams that will never come true. That no shooting star could never bring to life. They had happy endings. But I should know better. This is life, not my head.

she's the girl no one
ever knows
works a double
just to buy her clothes

I was born on the wrong side of the tracks. And Eleven is bad enough, just imagine being one of the poorest families there. Life would be complete hell. And you are correct. My parents care for me, but even though they do, they can't make anything easier. But they try their best. When I was born, my older brother was four. He was pretty happy. Until her slowly started to get angry, saying that I was getting more attention. And, for lack of better words, I was. And so that's when our delightful and mutual hatred for each other started.

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I live and still live now in a small house. When you think small, I mean really small. Imagine that? Now think a little bit smaller. That's the size of our wooden, archaic house. It only had one room where we sleep, eat, and live. Yes, I know., it sounds absolutely wonderful. Especially when you have two obnoxious kids running around. Ben and I were always fighting about the littlest things. Who had to get water out of the well, who did the most chores that day. It was crazy. Even I got tired of it. But, being the brother he is, he kept the skirmishes going. And he won't admit it, but I think he did it because he never won any of them or ever got the last word.

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When I was seven, my parents had another baby. I'm sure Ben was super excited. I was. It turned out to be a girl, which was really awesome. I got to name her Luna, because I love the stars. Luna Crest. She and I get along real well, but Ben continued to be a pain. He teased me about how goody two shoes I was. At least that's better than all of the trouble he was stirring up. He started stealing things. Peacekeepers gave him scars that, even though I hate him so much, pained me to see. He didn't want my sympathy, though. But I could tell that this could have a bad affect on everyone. Our family seemed to look exactly like each other. Light brown hair, green eyes, tan skin. It wasn't hard to guess we were related. I was scared. But it seemed I was scared of something that wasn't even there.

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I'm my father's favorite. I'm not naughty. Luna hasn't had enough time with him. And Ben is just... Ben, I suppose. Point is, he's the reason I sing. He taught me while he worked. He told me I was gifted. The same at night. He taught me all of the constellations that I know now. I miss those times when we always sang together and tried to count all of the stars. Then we decided it was too much and we laughed together. But he works so much now. He's too tired to do anything with me anymore. I guess it's good bye to daddy's little girl.

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So, I've lived until today. Which is really surprising. I thought I was going to catch an illness by now. Looks like I surpassed my expectations. We live in the same small house. My brother still steals stuff, which I don't mind that much anymore. I still have my beloved sister, who is so sweet and delicate. I still like to sing and dream. I guess some things don't change. And I like it that way. My story's yet to be continued. Stay tuned...

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Last Edit: Oct 5, 2013 6:53:55 GMT -5 by Dreams

she lived with nightmares

Dreams Tribute [M:-425] 452 POSTS last seen Nov 21, 2023 20:23:00 GMT -5	{Piper Crest}{D11}{FIN} Oct 2, 2013 23:29:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Dreams on Oct 2, 2013 23:29:50 GMT -5 FINALLY IT'S DONE
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