Adrian George ~ Capitol ~ 32 [DONE]

With the world at her fingertips, he’s not afraid to grab it. With their strong, square face projecting power and willpower in everything that they want to accomplish. His striking baby blue eyes piece into your soul as she arches those sometimes drawn, though we don’t talk about that, brows at you, luring you into her trap, which may just be his house as he’s just hungry and does not want to cook. The fortitude that is contained within the jawbone framing that eternal square is reflected into the cheekbones that hold those blue orbs into place. Even the vitality is reflected in the bird-like beak of a nose. The thing that shows vulnerability is the wide, thin pink of her lips. He also has a giant forehead, though with a wig it’s just stays hidden, she hates her forehead and will be pissed that I’m even talking about it.

He’ll tell you that this projection is all about composure, the way you hold and carry yourself. She wholeheartedly agrees, their slim frame carries itself with elegance, and refinement. Her male body is one that is considered scrawny and weak, even though the muscles are present. Their body stands at a mere five feet and nine inches tall, which is on the shorter side for a male, however for a woman, that’s a great height. Plus that means she can still wear heels! His slim stature with the long limbs and ligaments may not be ideal for the masculine classic body that the patriarchy so much adores, it works wonders for her as she loves to use her prolonged, slender legs, and artificial boobs, “which are great for her size, to enchant those she wants to do her bidding”.

“HAHAHA their mistaken, I haven’t had sex in weeks and I pay my chef to cook for me. That’s called putting trade school to use! Damn patriarchy.” She puts down the article that describes her latest performance at the Capitol’s main stage theatre. He loves to perform both as a guy and as a girl, though he gets more fans as a woman. The Capitol has always loved anything to be “avant-garde” and apparently gender expression is one of those things. Many people simply write her off as a cross-dresser, which pisses her off to no end. However his father taught him that it was wise to pick their battles and the media is one he knows that he’ll lose. He has gone through countless pillows as she loves to take her anger out on the pillows. She knows that they haven’t done anything to her but it’s better than going to jail for hitting a reporter as dumb as the one she just read. They can be very social and approachable when they chose to be, carrying very pleasant conversations, and she’s incredibly smart. She’s able to keep up with the brightest psychological journals that explain everything from basic human psychology to the analysis of tributes in each Arena. It’s one of her favorite topics talking about Environmental Psychology in terms of the Arena; he absolutely loves it and actually published a few journal articles on it.

“Education is power” has been drilled into her head, yet it’s something that has been proven true. Those she finds of lesser education tend to be a bore to her and tend to not get very far in terms of career. Yet he realizes that they may differ in priorities than him and he chooses to respect that. He knows that there are many truths in life on the same topic. That does not mean he agrees with many of them at all, he just respects them. The damn patriarchy has to ruin everything though, they discredit her as a woman, and denounce her to nothing but a cross-dressing performer, but when he’s a man and says the exact. same. things. they all-of-a-suddenly give a shit about he has to say, because apparently having a dick means that you’re so much smarter than those who were really unlucky enough to be born with a vagina. If you could not tell she’s a feminist and he hates sometimes himself sometimes for being a man.

However having the privilege that allows him to be heard gives her an advantage. Just because she is in a male body does not mean she can’t have a voice, it just so happens to be in a man’s tone of voice. And sometimes he finds it more appropriate to speak with her voice and her body. They get confused about their own gender sometimes, they think it’s called gender-dysphoria, but he never liked the term. To him it sounds like he has some sort of mental disorder. They want to educate people on what the difference between gender and sex is, as many still tend to confuse the two as the same thing. Gender to her is a naturally moving, fluid entity that does not exist within the binary that society constrains it to. He hates the fact that he can’t be a she at the same time. It only fuels her anger; and adds to the sass.

But where does this fabulous wonderful creature come from. Well first off, the Capitolites have never truly been in want of any material needs in their life. Adrian was covered in life with the finest clothes, jewelry, and comforts that the overtly wealthy Capitol could provide, Their father was a Game Maker up to in the Second Quarter Games, he quit around the 39th Games to take care of the now 7 years of age Adrian. His mother worked in the government, apparently it is classified what she does because her daughter still does not know what her job is. But they were well off when it came to financials. He had everything that he could have ever wanted, and being an only child has it’s perks, as she got the sole attention of her parents when they were home.

However being an only child meant that they had to bear the expectations thrust upon them from the parental units. Both of her parents wanted him to climb the political ladder like they did, his father wanted him to be a Head Game Maker, her mother wanted her to be the assistant to the President. He was expected to do simple chores such as setting the tables and do the dishes, but the table consisted of a full Ten Course setting with the butter knives, and the different soup and salad spoons and forks, he was expected to know it all but the time he was 10 years old. Hearing daily from her father about how important it is to “make the rights connections and impressions,” was a daily occurrence. He never wanted to be a politician, still doesn’t. He taught his child the proper mannerisms since his childhood.

“Carry your head high.” “Stop looking at the ground.” “Stare me in the eyes when you speak.” “Men have firm handshakes, not the soft, wimpy lady ones.” These saying among many other sayings were the daily onslaught for Adrian. That was the way he felt at least; his father actually had a soft tone when it came to addressing his son. But after consistent years of repeating himself Adrian had enough of it. Mother was not helping either as she pretty much the same things when she was home. All of this was to prepare their child for the political life and the elegance and coy that it required. They thought that this was the best path for him, but Adrian was being forced into a life that she never wanted to be in as all.

“They must be so proud of me right now.” Adrian tells themselves as he reads the article about last night’s performance; at least she got the scholarship that the parents wanted. It is still a constant battle in his life, trying to live up to the parent’s dream job versus want he actually wants to do. But for now he’ll live his life and see where it takes him. Who knows, maybe she will end up in politics, but for now she lives for the day.

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