avalon roxas; d2; fin

name » Avalon Roxas is my name. Roxas, if you're desperate.
age » Seventeen.
gender » Male.
district » Two.

a p p e a r a n c e » i could tell you but you won't believe me

I have tattoos.
That's normally one of the first things people notice. It's one of the only benefits to being in this District- say what you will, but the tattoo artists in Two are the best.
I'm pretty short, too, and I'm fine with that until someone starts cracking short jokes. Seriously. It stopped being funny a really, really long time ago, guys. Like. Really.
Oh, and I have ear piercings. And a lip ring.

I have pretty dark hair, but I have it in a sort of mohawk thing and I bleach the sides. See, I was getting my hair cut, and, well, they screwed it up. But I didn't really get pissed, cause I just shaved it off on the sides and now it's cool. Things like that don't bug me. I don't get why people get upset about appearance, like, it can be fixed, right? There are bigger problems than your face.
Anyway.
I've got a kinda dark-ish complexion, my mom always said. I've always just kinda thought of myself as the same as everyone else, but.
And my eyes are, like. Weird. No, cause they're sometimes green, and sometimes brown, and sometimes..not. I don't know.

I don't really look that different from anyone else, honestly. Uh, I kind of stand with my hips a little tilted? It makes me feel taller. I know. Shut up.
And I wear boots everywhere. They have a tiny bit of a heel. ...I know.
I wear a lot of just plain black shirts. And- yeah. My clothes get pretty beat up, but I don't really care. And I don't like to wear a lot of layers. Long sleeves make me feel confined, so I don't wear them unless it's way, way cold. It is right now. I hate it. Can it get warm yet?

p e r s o n a l i t y » you say you do but you don't deceive me

I'm not a slut. I just like sleeping around.
Maybe I kind of am a slut. Oh well.
Nothing wrong with that. I like people. I don't care what's going on in your pants. Male? Female? Bring it on. Everyone is hot. It's that simple.
Alright, so. I like: Girls, boys, people in general. Sex. Blood. I don't like:
...I don't know what to say here. Guess it's not as simple as I thought. Huh.
I don't like people who judge me. I don't like commitment. [Seriously. What's the point of putting a stupid label on something? Why can't we all just leave things alone? I don't give a crap if you hold my hand, okay, just. Ugh.]
I don't like: prudes, closet cases [seriously, get over yourself already. nothing is more irritating than the "you have to get home my wife/girlfriend/fiancee/mother can't see you here" speech.] I don't like blunt weapons, I don't like poison. If you don't draw blood it doesn't count.

Anyway. I train, a little. Technically. I think I got kicked out last month, though. Maybe I fucked a trainer or something. I don't know. I can't be expected to keep track of these things.
I don't really get all the buzz about the Games here. It's just something that happens, I mean, sure, people die, but that happens anyways. It's nothing weird. And the whole Victor thing just seems like a pretty raw deal. Why do people want that for themselves? I don't- I just don't get it. I really don't.
I spend most of my time- wandering the streets, honestly. Looking for hookups sometimes, other times just- ugh, I don't know. Why do I even have to- why am I answering this?

I don't like lingering on things. Holding grudges and stuff like that- I don't get it, really, what's the point? Why do people get stuck on the past? If you just keep moving forward it won't matter, so who cares if they cheated on her or she talked to him? What does it matter? In the long run, you're not going to remember any of it. Just leave things how they end. I'm not making any sense, am I? Sorry. I have trouble getting it to sound right.
I live in the moment. That's how you say it. I think that's how everyone should be-not being preachy or anything. Just telling the truth. It's your life, live it how you want to-but don't get stuck on the small things, because there is no point. There's just no point. At all.
And I don't see the point in emotional connections. I just like bodies. I like people, I have fun with them, but what's the purpose of hanging around? What's the endgame going to be? Someone fill me in, cause I don't get it. Hand holding and snuggling is just so much less appealing than skin and sweat and- um. All that.
Maybe I'm defective. I think I'm missing the romance gene or something. I think it was at the school- when someone told me I apparently "had commitment issues" and it had something to do with my "lack of a father figure". It was part of some mandatory psych eval for training? I don't know. Like I care. I don't have commitment issues. I could totally commit if I wanted to.
And if my dad was around, I'd be the same only sadder, so. There's that.
But yeah. I don't care about relationships, there is no point, end.

h i s t o r y » dead hearts are everywhere

So.
My dad left when my mom was pregnant. Or before. I don't know- she gets upset when I ask, okay?
I grew up with my mom- she always wanted a daughter, I guess that's why my name is Avalon. Apparently she was convinced I was gonna be a girl before I was born. Whoops.
She's always tried, I'll give her that. Not her fault she's stuck with me as a kid. I can't imagine that's easy. Maybe that's why she's never really-there.
So I grew up okay.
And here's the thing- apparently, like, my dad's family is one of the bigger Two families. One of the ones that's all "TRAINING! HONOR!" And she got it into her head that it would be a good idea for me to start training and- I don't know where this was going, did she think he would see me become a freaking Victor and claim me as his son? I mean, really.
Anyway.
So I start training. It's okay. I just like making people bleed. The training dummies aren't much fun. This is one of the reasons I get into trouble because my 'hand slipped' and I kind of maybe severed someone's finger at the knuckle. Oops.
[It was fun, though. No regrets.]
And I keep training, right, even though I've got a snowball's chance in hell in getting in in the first place- let alone surviving. Because let's face it, compared to most of those kids, I'm a Capitol bitch. Seriously.
I haven't ever been really the friend type of kid. It's kinda awkward to chat with someone when you've seen them naked, so. Or at least it seems to be for most people. I don't get it. It's all just skin, so what's the big deal?
So anyway. Friends. I kinda don't talk to most of the people in the District, honestly. Never have.
And like I said- This was the year I got kicked out. My mom was pretty upset, but I left for a couple days and when I got home she was fine. I wasn't so worked up. Whatever, right?

Hold up. Rewind.
I was- let's see. Thirteen? Fourteen? Ripred, I don't know-that was when I started, like, "hooking up." I don't actually really remember what happened other than I slept with this older guy and it was amazing. Hot damn. And after that, I was like, "well, that was cool, I should do it again sometime." And I just kinda went from there. Is that weird? Probably. I don't think that happens to most people, but I guess most people kinda keep it to themselves, so. Yeah. I don't get it. There's really no point, but. I don't like judging people. It makes me feel hypocritical. And weak. It's like giving in to what everyone expects of me, so I don't, yeah?
That's pretty irrelevant. Sorry.

I don't know who my dad is. I mentioned that already. My mom- I think she expects him to come back or something? She just acts like she's waiting for him. It kind of worries me sometimes. But hey, I'm not at home much, so it doesn't matter much anyway.
Back to my dad.
I guess- like I said. He's part of one of the big families, the kind where they train the kids like it's a cult. I don't know which one, though, and I've asked a couple times but she just sorta- stared. It was freaking creepy. And so I haven't asked again.
I don't know, but I don't think I care? I'm pretty happy I didn't have to grow up like that. It would not have gone well, to say the least.

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