io de la villa // capitol (FIN.)
Jun 13, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -5
IO MARGARITA REGINA DE LA VILLA
Io Margarita Regina de la Villa had twenty-six letters to prove how important she was. Her identical twin, Eos Antonella Alejandra de la Villa, had thirty.
No, no, no, no, NO!
Io Margarita Regina had twenty-one years to show how talented she could be. Her sister, Eos Antonella Alejandra, had twenty-one years and thirteen minutes more.
It's unfair, unfair, UNFAIR!
Eos didn't have a broken mirror in her bedroom. Io could see hers next door. No messy bedsheets either, or scattered wine glasses. Io A. had a nice canopy above her bed and a boyfriend to share it with. Eos had intricate perfume bottles on her vanity table and an Avox who'd hand-feed her rich dark chocolate bars. Silk scarves, dresses with long flared skirts, and big sun hats...
Io M. had none of that. She wanted it, though.
Once, Io M. tried to get all of that. For two months, she was Eos Antonella Alejandra with a clean, pristine mirror, crisp bedsheets, intricate perfume bottles, and an Avox who'd hand-feed her rich dark chocolate bars. For seven months, Io Margarita Regina wore silk scarves, dresses with long flared skirts, and big sun hats.
After February had passed, Eos had died and Io M. stopped playing games.
A dead sister wasn't all that fun to pretend to be anyway; it'd cause problems with her own social life. At least her enemy from the womb was eradicated from Panem.
A reporter's voice erupted from the television. "The killer of Eos Antonella de la Villa still hasn't been identified after four months. Any further searches will not take place next week after August 8th."
Eyes laid on her, expecting a reaction. Of course, the people got one.
"What!? What do you mean they aren't looking for the killer?! They - oh, they can't just do that! I need to know who the killer of my sister is, oh, please, please, please!"
"Io, dear, I'm so sorry!"
"Io, I gift you my dearest apologies..."
A day after the oh-so-horrible news was reported, Io had received three glittery maxi dresses, five boxes of chocolates, and two tubes of ruby red lipstick.
Looking into the mirror—her broken one, not her sister's—Io muttered something under her breath.
"I see that the murder was worth it..."
JEALOUSY+MURDER=A MOTHER
Nine months after the death of her sister, Io had given birth to a daughter at age twenty-two. A pretty girl, just like herself.
No one knew who the father was, but Io suspected it was Eos' former boyfriend. It was a secret nobody needed to know but herself; Kalypso "Kally" Esperanza Luz de la Villa, twenty-eight letters in all, didn't need to know about her father anyway. Io could be a single mother. Io could be greater than her sister. Io could achieve what her sister couldn't.
Kally damaged Io's body, but the woman fixed it within three surgeries. Imperfection wasn't welcome in the Capitol after all.
When Eos and Io were little girls, Mama would dress them exactly the same without any worry of mixing the two up. Perfect little models she'd call them, and Io was always sure it was directed more to herself. Not stupid Io Antonella, because Io Antonella had a small mole near her bottom lip and Io thought it looked ugly and imperfect. The day would then pass by with Io Margarita holding her chin high, yet Eos would still surpass her in everything.
Now when Io looked in the mirror with her child, she still saw a beautiful lady with glossy brown hair, creamy fair skin, and pink lips. She stood proudly at 5'6" with a delicate bone structure and shining green eyes. The only flaw (flaws don't exist in the Capitol, silly!) in her appearance was that she looked like her sister, but she no longer had to worry about such a little thing. And then her attention falls to her daughter, with an identical pair of eyes and same colored skin, still getting bigger everyday as should a healthy growing girl. The two always dressed the same, liketwins. A knowing smile then graces Io's lips.
The murder was still worth it.
MURDER(CHILD+envy)-A SISTER=PARANOIA
Paranoid. Io was starting to get paranoid.
Sometimes she saw Eos in her bedroom mirror. Other times she saw her cradling Kalypso in her arms at her daughter's pink crib.
"She's mine! Mine, mine, mine!"
Eos was dead because Io didn't want to share. Eos was dead because Io M. didn't want to be second best. Eos was dead because...
Io's knuckles were starting to turn white. She didn't know why Eos was dead. She wasn't the murderer. She wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't.
Did she even have a sister?
"Put her down."
The manifestation of insanity glared at her and faded away, leaving Io to remember that Kally wasn't in her room but at daycare.
Such events were happening much too often. No need to get a therapist; that'd cost her lies and money. Doctor's were out of the question; she had a child to look after, and addictive medications were out of the question.
Io was popular as a girl. Not as popular as her sister, no, but close. Always a carefree and inviting smile on her face, always desiring to surpass Eos in some way. Io was a party girl, throwing extravagant celebrations for the oddest of things. ("Oh, today is Hat Day! Be sure to wear your best one, darlings!") And yet Eos still seemed to be more beloved than herself? Because of it, she became devastatingly ambitious to the point that she hired someone to kill her twin. Surpassing Eos in life was an achievement of sorts, was it not?
It was. Don't regret it.
Mama noticed her second daughter's surprising behavior in attempting to outdo Eos' accomplishments, and soon Io was diagnosed with a inferiority complex as a teenager.
"I am NOT inferior to the brat! I'm not, I'm not, I'm NOT!"
As an adult, Io became quite the charismatic figure. Elegant and refined, she grew up gracefully like a swan. She liked it when men decided to trail after her, and when women started to become jealous of her fashion sense. There was a motherly streak somewhere in that jumbled mess of hers, only coming out when Kalypso was born. She was a mature woman, and a successful one at that.
But of course, not some sort businesswoman or a Gamemaker. That'd be ridiculous! Working was a bore; the only thing she prided herself being successful in was keeping her sister away.
Io was cautious in revealing too much of her twisted story, intelligent in keeping said story away from listening ears, and demented in being able to stay uncaring for being the cause of an "unwanted" death. She was a mess, a mess, a mess. Hotheaded at times, stubborn at most, she found it amusing how she was able to keep up the act for (so far) a year.
Kalypso never needed to know.
OOC Note: I hope the crazy murder thing is alright? I didn't delve into details about it all that much and tried to keep the whole situation as PG-13 as I could. If I absolutely need to change anything that might not adhere to site rules or need to clarify some things that might not make sense (like how she still isn't caught or something, idk), do tell me! c:
Io Margarita Regina de la Villa had twenty-six letters to prove how important she was. Her identical twin, Eos Antonella Alejandra de la Villa, had thirty.
No, no, no, no, NO!
Io Margarita Regina had twenty-one years to show how talented she could be. Her sister, Eos Antonella Alejandra, had twenty-one years and thirteen minutes more.
It's unfair, unfair, UNFAIR!
Eos didn't have a broken mirror in her bedroom. Io could see hers next door. No messy bedsheets either, or scattered wine glasses. Io A. had a nice canopy above her bed and a boyfriend to share it with. Eos had intricate perfume bottles on her vanity table and an Avox who'd hand-feed her rich dark chocolate bars. Silk scarves, dresses with long flared skirts, and big sun hats...
Io M. had none of that. She wanted it, though.
Once, Io M. tried to get all of that. For two months, she was Eos Antonella Alejandra with a clean, pristine mirror, crisp bedsheets, intricate perfume bottles, and an Avox who'd hand-feed her rich dark chocolate bars. For seven months, Io Margarita Regina wore silk scarves, dresses with long flared skirts, and big sun hats.
After February had passed, Eos had died and Io M. stopped playing games.
A dead sister wasn't all that fun to pretend to be anyway; it'd cause problems with her own social life. At least her enemy from the womb was eradicated from Panem.
A reporter's voice erupted from the television. "The killer of Eos Antonella de la Villa still hasn't been identified after four months. Any further searches will not take place next week after August 8th."
Eyes laid on her, expecting a reaction. Of course, the people got one.
"What!? What do you mean they aren't looking for the killer?! They - oh, they can't just do that! I need to know who the killer of my sister is, oh, please, please, please!"
"Io, dear, I'm so sorry!"
"Io, I gift you my dearest apologies..."
A day after the oh-so-horrible news was reported, Io had received three glittery maxi dresses, five boxes of chocolates, and two tubes of ruby red lipstick.
Looking into the mirror—her broken one, not her sister's—Io muttered something under her breath.
"I see that the murder was worth it..."
JEALOUSY+MURDER=A MOTHER
Nine months after the death of her sister, Io had given birth to a daughter at age twenty-two. A pretty girl, just like herself.
No one knew who the father was, but Io suspected it was Eos' former boyfriend. It was a secret nobody needed to know but herself; Kalypso "Kally" Esperanza Luz de la Villa, twenty-eight letters in all, didn't need to know about her father anyway. Io could be a single mother. Io could be greater than her sister. Io could achieve what her sister couldn't.
Kally damaged Io's body, but the woman fixed it within three surgeries. Imperfection wasn't welcome in the Capitol after all.
When Eos and Io were little girls, Mama would dress them exactly the same without any worry of mixing the two up. Perfect little models she'd call them, and Io was always sure it was directed more to herself. Not stupid Io Antonella, because Io Antonella had a small mole near her bottom lip and Io thought it looked ugly and imperfect. The day would then pass by with Io Margarita holding her chin high, yet Eos would still surpass her in everything.
Now when Io looked in the mirror with her child, she still saw a beautiful lady with glossy brown hair, creamy fair skin, and pink lips. She stood proudly at 5'6" with a delicate bone structure and shining green eyes. The only flaw (flaws don't exist in the Capitol, silly!) in her appearance was that she looked like her sister, but she no longer had to worry about such a little thing. And then her attention falls to her daughter, with an identical pair of eyes and same colored skin, still getting bigger everyday as should a healthy growing girl. The two always dressed the same, like
The murder was still worth it.
MURDER(CHILD+envy)-A SISTER=PARANOIA
Paranoid. Io was starting to get paranoid.
Sometimes she saw Eos in her bedroom mirror. Other times she saw her cradling Kalypso in her arms at her daughter's pink crib.
"She's mine! Mine, mine, mine!"
Eos was dead because Io didn't want to share. Eos was dead because Io M. didn't want to be second best. Eos was dead because...
Io's knuckles were starting to turn white. She didn't know why Eos was dead. She wasn't the murderer. She wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't.
Did she even have a sister?
"Put her down."
The manifestation of insanity glared at her and faded away, leaving Io to remember that Kally wasn't in her room but at daycare.
Such events were happening much too often. No need to get a therapist; that'd cost her lies and money. Doctor's were out of the question; she had a child to look after, and addictive medications were out of the question.
Io was popular as a girl. Not as popular as her sister, no, but close. Always a carefree and inviting smile on her face, always desiring to surpass Eos in some way. Io was a party girl, throwing extravagant celebrations for the oddest of things. ("Oh, today is Hat Day! Be sure to wear your best one, darlings!") And yet Eos still seemed to be more beloved than herself? Because of it, she became devastatingly ambitious to the point that she hired someone to kill her twin. Surpassing Eos in life was an achievement of sorts, was it not?
It was. Don't regret it.
Mama noticed her second daughter's surprising behavior in attempting to outdo Eos' accomplishments, and soon Io was diagnosed with a inferiority complex as a teenager.
"I am NOT inferior to the brat! I'm not, I'm not, I'm NOT!"
As an adult, Io became quite the charismatic figure. Elegant and refined, she grew up gracefully like a swan. She liked it when men decided to trail after her, and when women started to become jealous of her fashion sense. There was a motherly streak somewhere in that jumbled mess of hers, only coming out when Kalypso was born. She was a mature woman, and a successful one at that.
But of course, not some sort businesswoman or a Gamemaker. That'd be ridiculous! Working was a bore; the only thing she prided herself being successful in was keeping her sister away.
Io was cautious in revealing too much of her twisted story, intelligent in keeping said story away from listening ears, and demented in being able to stay uncaring for being the cause of an "unwanted" death. She was a mess, a mess, a mess. Hotheaded at times, stubborn at most, she found it amusing how she was able to keep up the act for (so far) a year.
Kalypso never needed to know.
OOC Note: I hope the crazy murder thing is alright? I didn't delve into details about it all that much and tried to keep the whole situation as PG-13 as I could. If I absolutely need to change anything that might not adhere to site rules or need to clarify some things that might not make sense (like how she still isn't caught or something, idk), do tell me! c:
