D8 ] Rion Dresden \\ finished
Feb 12, 2014 3:05:53 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Feb 12, 2014 3:05:53 GMT -5
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district 8. female. 16. Camila Cabello
Her name isn't pronounced Ree-on. It's Rai-yun. Like Ryan, the boy name. Except she's no Ryan, she's not suave and male and muscular like the Ryans she knows in school (well, most of them anyway), she's short, female and skinny with jet black hair and thick lips (not quite unlike those you see on fishes; she nibbles on them, sucks them between her teeth and plays with them when she's worried, a little tic she picked up over the years when she was akined to a fish). But the pronuncation of her name is important to her because when they play with it, her name gets turned into a mockery of herself and while she's a liar she knows very well who she is. Rion. Talor. Dresden."I am Rion Talor Dresden, aged sixteen. I am by many counts average, but I am an exceptional liar... We're playing a game. I'm going to talk about three things, and one of them is a lie."
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Her life is an act. She knows it's an act, she knows she puts it on, changes herself for different people, smiles and laughs and isn't herself. And it's no wonder everyone hates her because they think she's a fake but she can't stop and the lies pile up so high (but she remembers them all). It comes naturally to her, lying, from little white ones to the ones that threaten to tear her into pieces if she's ever found out.
But in reality no one's ever given so much of a damn that they come looking. And that's Rion's life.
No one ever comes looking.
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She's not beautiful in the traditional sense, and beauty really means nothing in a district of brains over brawn, but at the same time Rion likes to look at Capitol fashions on the television in her free time and wonder what she'll look like were she one of them. (And it's a poisonous thought, so says mother dear, because that way means death in the Games; and she burns a little with hatred at the lack of faith but smiles sweetly and says, "Yes mummy, I know, I just like looking because they look funny," and they're anything but funny to Rion.) She's got thick black hair that frizzes up in the summer and tangles in the winter, and her skin is a light but warm brown, which should have been an indicator but-
Her eyes are brown, too. Dark, dark brown and framed with equally dark lashes. Her nose feels to her too large for her face, but everything on her face is large anyway, so what does it matter?
Rion's practiced smiling in the mirror, smiling to hide her anger. And she's good at it, good at smiling like everything is fantastic and wonderful in her life. No one's ever called her out on it, anyway.
She supposes that no one actually cares.
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When she was born her parents fell in love with her almost immediately. And they kept her, raised her like she was their darling girl, and her skin matches theirs, her looks matches theirs. Rion looks exactly like her mother, whose gentle hand kept nothing from her all these years. And Rion's never had to find out that her parents weren't hers at the age of 9 when daddy asked her to look for the letter opener and she found another kind of letter instead.
Rion's never had to smile over her anger, never had to allow her rage to simmer out and if she had found out about the letter that never existed Rion would have confronted them and they'd have all burst into tears and she'll have explanations and hugs and love from a family that has always been hers.
And their love is unconditional, and she doesn't see her parents treating her little brother (who looks everything like her) like they never treated her, because they're equals, they're both the children of their parents and nothing is wrong.
(Everything went wrong, wrong, wrong and she lies to make it better, even if it's just for a little while.)
fin
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odair
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I lost inspiration halfway through. I wonder if that's obvious...
odair
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I lost inspiration halfway through. I wonder if that's obvious...
