Aviana Hawk [d9] {complete}

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Aviana Hawk [d9] {complete} Apr 1, 2014 23:43:53 GMT -5

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Post by Meghan on Apr 1, 2014 23:43:53 GMT -5

Aviana Tea Hawk
Sixteen
District Nine
Straight
Innocent
Naive
Dumb at times
Imaginative
Ignorant
Syrupy
Bubbly
Out there
Popular
Cluttered
Absent-minded
Confused
Proud

codeword: oDair
Plot: Jays
Face claim: Rachel-Marie Iwanyszyn

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name - aviana tea hawk
age - sixteen
district - nine
sexual orientation - straight

appearance: weak eyes, white skin, barely sees the sun. thick glasses, red lips, button nose, blue gazing eyes, raven hair, shaky knees, odd feet, bunions, broken fingernails, long neck, tangled hair, wild smile, locking gaze, high voice, screeching scream, quiet sneeze, soft footsteps, long fingers,

personality:

good -
bubbly
friendly
popular
loving
imaginative
outgoing
sanguine
melachonic

bad -
annoyed easily
syrupy
naive
ignorant
dumb at times
thinks too much

neutral -
cluttered
messy
careless
absent-minded
does not like to live in this world

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Aviana Hawk [d9] {complete} Apr 1, 2014 23:44:53 GMT -5

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Post by Meghan on Apr 1, 2014 23:44:53 GMT -5

Aviana Hawk

I'm trying to find the light in the cloudy days. Dreary gray overcomes me, it forces my weak form to retreat into some sort of inner tune. They expect me to be happy all the time, don't they? That'd be a pretty difficult reality, considering.

Our family had lost all. Most unlucky souls only have one bird swallowed by the reaper. We had two, back to back. Every year our name was called to the square, and our fate was sealed. Jay.

I ain't no Jay, and I ain't no simpleton. Despite what you want to believe about me. My flesh and my blood did not cease to breathe because they were weak. It was their own choice, in a way. Just like it's my own choice to feel drowsy and despaired every time the hydrogen blankets wash upon the yellow sky. Really, they just forgot all they had to live for, did they not? If they had remembered, we would have two victors in our family. Jabber and Storm.

Their crowns were claimed by others. Opal Shore, a girl who set the world on fire, it seemed. I liked her at first, but my cousins death tainted her victory with sorrow. The day she stood up on the stage in front of us and shared of her experience, was the day I gave up hope. It was the same stage as all the others. Unassuming, yet it still managed to seal a great deal of fates in its time.

We had lost 132 of our very best and our very brightest over the past 66 years. Saffron's presence, a year later, did nothing to lighten that reality up.

It was only mister Colgate O'Leary who managed to keep his faith and emerge from the Arena alive. It was a shock for all of us, having a District Nine winner. We had long since given up all hope. We had resigned the Capitol's throne to those who cared enough to learn to kill.

Colgate was powerful, that much was certainly clear to all of us. Instead of recoiling at the touch of the mighty careers, he fought back. It was like they became the sun, and he became the clouds that overcame them. Our roles were reserved.

It was in that moment that the boy I once thought was odd, covered as he was in dirt and grime, became a hero in my eyes. He had accomplished what we thought was impossible. The sun emerged again...

They call me Aviana Tea Hawk. It's such a fancy name for such a simple girl. I don't boast much. I think it rude. Conceited, even, to draw attention to ones self like that. It never did anyone any good to pretend.

I was a helpless case, that much was for sure. If they ever had the nerve to read my name out loud, I would be subjected to much dissent. I had no capabilities for murder. My hands were clean. I took care of them, that much was for sure. Besides, everything about me screams that I am weak.

My eyes don't work properly, they say. I have to wear thick glasses to even see straight. They weigh my small nose down and dig into my skin. I don't like them, but we can't afford nothing else. They're broken in parts. Cracked and stained. You name a flaw and my lenses probably exhibit it. There ain't much we can do about it, you understand? There ain't much I can do.

My skin is like porcelain, they say. Unusual for a District so used to smog and the unlikable forces of nature. Hot sun shines down upon us, when it ain't covered by clouds. Most of us our tan, and it certainly is an anomaly to be finding someone with such a pale complexion as myself. I can't help it, though. I rarely see the sun. I probably would be burnt to a crisp if I dare braved it.

I am too painfully shy at times to let the gold rays shine upon me. There is something special about being outside. It's like you're exposed to the world. All your secrets are revealed in the daylight. All your flaws. I ain't okay with sharing secrets. I ain't okay with a lot of things.

I am quite ugly, if I do say so myself. My Mama might disagree. Even the boys seem to disagree, but I don't care. I am too extreme for a world that seems to call to be subtle. Everyone else fits in. Their skin is caked in machinery, and their eyes are vacant, waiting for a day where things don't seem so dreary.

My eyes ain't anything much, but they most certainly ain't vacant. My Mama describes them as sea-blue, but I don't really know what that means. I think there is some sort of water thing in one of the districts. It's large, larger than the sun they say. I don't know if I believe them. So much water in one place seems a little far fetched to me. We're always thirsty here.

I suppose that be only natural, with the amount of mouths our family tries to feed. I don't think they meant to have so many children. Sometimes, life is weird like that, ya know? Sometimes you end up with six children too many and you just gotta find a way to feed them before they all inevitably starve.

I had hope, for a quick second, when Jabber got reaped. That hope died as soon as he stepped into the arena. He ain't bringing us no food.

Storm ain't no different than his brother. Sure, he got our hope up a little bit by lasting so long. But that don't mean anything in the end. He still ended up dead. Even his protectors, that girl from two with the mean eyes, and the handsome ones from three and six, had no effect over his fate. As soon as his career friend fell, I knew the rest of them were doomed. Only she knew how to really kill. She made that much clear by slaughtering with one hit that girl who came from the woods.

I always envied District Seven. They had the forest, unlike us. We kind of got caught away from it. They put a net on us, forced us to work. I don't like working. I pour all my time into cleaning the plastics they ship out to the city. If I can't escape the dirt, I can at least make it a little more shiny, right?

Besides, I ain't no laborer. My knees shake too much. They've always shook, ever since I could remember. I guess I ain't strong enough to hold myself up properly. It makes walking kind of difficult sometimes, so I like to stay sitting if at at all possible.

My feet are misshaped. I had the doctor explain the condition to me once, but he just used some fancy word called "bunions" and I gave up on understanding him. Ain't have time for complicated words in District Nine. We ain't got time for anything, it seems.

Sometimes I like to scream. They hate it. They think it rude but I think it just makes me come alive. All the other parts of me are soft. My voice, my sneeze, my footsteps. It ain't bad to have one loud part of yourself, is it? I like to feel like I'm worth something, and screaming helps me with that. They yell at me often, but I don't care. I'm gonna keep screaming until the day my lungs no longer work.

I think I be the friendly type. At least that's what they all tell me. I have a lot of friends at school. We talk and laugh and pretend that everything be okay, and it usually is. They also like sitting indoors, so I guess we got that in common. I think I be a pretty loving person. Kids like me, I like me, and my friends like me. That's all that really matters, ain't it? It gives me a lot of pleasure to make someone else smile, anyway. It's too gray out there to frown. If we can't have the sun, then we best bring it unto ourselves, right?

I can be a little emotional at times, they say. When my cousins died, I cried for many, many weeks. I cried even longer than everyone else cried. They called me a little dramatic, but I don't care. I loved my cousins. I still love them. It really hurt me, deep down, to lose them, you know? I really don't like losing the things I care about.

Still I ain't gonna let a bad situation get the best of me. I still try to be happy, when I can. I still talk to people. I still make up stories for them. They accept that, so I guess it's okay.

I ain't naive. Despite what they say about me. They think me dumb, but I don't care. I ain't dumb. I just am content. Why fancy yourself up when you can be who you are? I ain't born to be sophisticated. I ain't born for much.

I understand this world well enough, I suppose. So I ain't naive. You can't understand the world and be naive. I ain't living in some bubble. I'm just living my life, day by day.

It's my biggest ambition to reveal the sun. Just like Colgate did. Just like my cousins attempted to do. I want to make the world just a little bit better. I've been here for sixteen years, and I ain't accomplished much yet. I guess that just means I have the rest of my life to achieve something. Anything, really, I just want to make others happy.

I just want to find the light on the dreary days. I just want to be the sunshine.

That ain't too much to ask, is it?

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