bugatti soul :: d3 :: done??
Jan 31, 2015 13:41:51 GMT -5
Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jan 31, 2015 13:41:51 GMT -5
bugatti soul
17
Male
Why? Why did he have to die? Why couldn't of it been someone that the chilled boy standing here didn't know? The words are so familiar to the male that lives in a house that now is one soul less. A whisked away monument that ended up dying as soon as we could count the first death itself. His cleaned and scrubbed body stares at the broken boy. Almost like he's still there but he is far past from being there by now.
His blue eyes start to become glassy, almost like a layer of fog had covered them and he's trying to see through the window. As he ran his hand through his hair, it snaked through his hands until they had slithered out of the medium hands that belong to the boy. The male seems to dislike going by his name. He goes by anything, used to any of the names he has ever been called. The light pale man from district three stared at the coffin and bed that had used to be occupied by the person he knew best.
His voice still runs through the seventeen year olds head, laughing and talking his oh so sweet and innocent heart out. He always told by his friend that playing with knives was not a good thing and that the male from three should return them to the kitchen but my arms and wrists would like to disagree with that. The boy does remember his name very clearly. Bugatti. He hasnt heard his own name as long as he hasn't heard or even thought about Kia. Bugatti whispered the name out loud in his low, cracked tone. "Kia." The blue eyed boy had spoke. There was no response. He was alone.
As the boy that used to be bright and lighthearted looked at himself in the mirror he recognized he was tall. Bugatti had told himself to not to look into a mirror much, and always depended on what people thought of him. Most of the time they had murmered and told him he was ugly and had no chances in love, and he knew that.
The only thing that he has kept close to him was the fact that he loves to run. Running was his almost complete life next to his family and it was his only way to relieve stress and have time by himself to actually think. Kia loved to run too and they would always be running around the front lawn and Bugatti didn't have to worry about a thing. Bugatti used to be kind. He used to be careful and aware of dangers in the world and now that the number one person he had loved was taken away; he had no other reason to love. The boy from three ran, and ran, and ran. But where was his friend to run with?
He rolls up his sleeves and shows his scars to himself. Each one for a day that Kia had been gone, and another for every time he had tried to talk to anyone else. Yes, it's super dramatic of himself to do so, but he doesn't like people, and they probably don't like him. Bugatti is absolutely anti social, and would probably have no chances of being in a alliance if he were to be in the games.
Along with that, he absolutely hates any kind of animals. Bugs, cats, dogs, everything. You can easily say he is quite the scaredy cat, and has pretty strict needs. Bugatti is oddly calm for his obsessive amount of fears. He can stay calm and appear mostly calm in most situations, but if it gets too serious, it'd be better to be away from him.
His family that he often spends most his time staying away from or locked away from consists of three children now. One is dead, killed in the 68th annual Hunger Games. 23rd place. That means he was the second person to die, and we had no absolute hope from the start. But that isn't all for Bugatti. Bugatti was just proud, he was proud of his friend that ran through the lawn with him as a kid, and he was proud of his brother. His brother who sacrificed himself for his family, and that's all that matters to the male from three.
o d a i r
17
Male
Why? Why did he have to die? Why couldn't of it been someone that the chilled boy standing here didn't know? The words are so familiar to the male that lives in a house that now is one soul less. A whisked away monument that ended up dying as soon as we could count the first death itself. His cleaned and scrubbed body stares at the broken boy. Almost like he's still there but he is far past from being there by now.
His blue eyes start to become glassy, almost like a layer of fog had covered them and he's trying to see through the window. As he ran his hand through his hair, it snaked through his hands until they had slithered out of the medium hands that belong to the boy. The male seems to dislike going by his name. He goes by anything, used to any of the names he has ever been called. The light pale man from district three stared at the coffin and bed that had used to be occupied by the person he knew best.
His voice still runs through the seventeen year olds head, laughing and talking his oh so sweet and innocent heart out. He always told by his friend that playing with knives was not a good thing and that the male from three should return them to the kitchen but my arms and wrists would like to disagree with that. The boy does remember his name very clearly. Bugatti. He hasnt heard his own name as long as he hasn't heard or even thought about Kia. Bugatti whispered the name out loud in his low, cracked tone. "Kia." The blue eyed boy had spoke. There was no response. He was alone.
As the boy that used to be bright and lighthearted looked at himself in the mirror he recognized he was tall. Bugatti had told himself to not to look into a mirror much, and always depended on what people thought of him. Most of the time they had murmered and told him he was ugly and had no chances in love, and he knew that.
The only thing that he has kept close to him was the fact that he loves to run. Running was his almost complete life next to his family and it was his only way to relieve stress and have time by himself to actually think. Kia loved to run too and they would always be running around the front lawn and Bugatti didn't have to worry about a thing. Bugatti used to be kind. He used to be careful and aware of dangers in the world and now that the number one person he had loved was taken away; he had no other reason to love. The boy from three ran, and ran, and ran. But where was his friend to run with?
He rolls up his sleeves and shows his scars to himself. Each one for a day that Kia had been gone, and another for every time he had tried to talk to anyone else. Yes, it's super dramatic of himself to do so, but he doesn't like people, and they probably don't like him. Bugatti is absolutely anti social, and would probably have no chances of being in a alliance if he were to be in the games.
Along with that, he absolutely hates any kind of animals. Bugs, cats, dogs, everything. You can easily say he is quite the scaredy cat, and has pretty strict needs. Bugatti is oddly calm for his obsessive amount of fears. He can stay calm and appear mostly calm in most situations, but if it gets too serious, it'd be better to be away from him.
His family that he often spends most his time staying away from or locked away from consists of three children now. One is dead, killed in the 68th annual Hunger Games. 23rd place. That means he was the second person to die, and we had no absolute hope from the start. But that isn't all for Bugatti. Bugatti was just proud, he was proud of his friend that ran through the lawn with him as a kid, and he was proud of his brother. His brother who sacrificed himself for his family, and that's all that matters to the male from three.
o d a i r
