Nova Ruined | District 5 {FIN} | Hunger Games: The RPG

Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Nova Ruined \| District 5 {FIN} Jul 6, 2015 17:39:09 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Jul 6, 2015 17:39:09 GMT -5 Nova Ruined Seventeen District 5 fc: josefine kantoci Cousin to Pixie Ruined & Viola Ruined [with aza's permission of course <33]
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Nova Ruined | District 5 {FIN} Jul 6, 2015 22:34:52 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Jul 6, 2015 22:34:52 GMT -5

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N O V A R U I N E D
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"You're selfish, immoral. It's disgusting."

I can feel his hands grip around my throat, my eyes stare into his icy gaze and mine shimmer a reflection almost similar back. My jaw clenches and, loosens itself when pain shoots like wild fire up my jawline and into my temple. I purse my lips, seeking words to shoot like knives in his direction and finally my mind and heart come two and two with each other. His grip around my trachea loosens, and while his hands remain by his side throughout the entirety of his rant, I can feel what he is thinking. For it wasn't hard to know when someone wanted to jump over a table to choke me, for others feelings aren't a concern to me, not do I particularly consider hiding truth behind a theater curtain. There is no use in doing so, for I have a cynical outlook on like and have no need to hide facts from other's who are ignorant to them. It surely sparked fire in their mind and hatred in their hearts towards me, but I couldn't truly care any less.

"I'm not selfish. I'm not immoral. I just don't fucking care."

And there it goes.
My clenched fist slams against the wooden table, and the world becomes a blur. My eyes scan the room for something, some form of light that shifts between closed shaders, but nothing. I bring my gaze back to his and I can feel my throat caving in on itself, for the words want to burst open my body and flow like a river. A river full of hatred uses my body as a vessel to channel itself out, but I won't allow it. Not now. Not while they're watching. Not while their little minds still take in the world for what it truly is, because this isn't it and this isn't what I want them to see. And so, my grip loosens and my white knuckled flare back to their original, pale state. My jaw loosens upon itself and my beating red face shifts to it's pristine, tan complexion. Twisting my head around to face them, I part my lips and a heavy sigh escapes them, and in that moment my whole attention doesn't matter on the man who forever yelled at me through rage, but to the innocence that never wandered away.

"C'mon, I'll tuck you guys into bed."

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My mind twists and turns all within itself.
And to one, that is the most unbearable pain, in the form of a migraine, but to me, it was something I've grown used to. For I've spent all my life battling with an enraged father ever since my mother left him. And it wasn't her fault, and I couldn't set blame on her, for he is crazy, and while he is crazy he puts the grudge onto us. And I hate it. A fire flickers into existence, and rages on within me, for I don't deserve any of this, but who does? I've been facing battles that I've had nothing to do with, and while others would tell me to keep my nose out of it, they didn't understand I was not one who held control over it. Years and years of the endless rage passed on, and all in the meantime we had fun times, we had sad times, we were happy and we were sad. It was then that the two younger twins were born, and I held the responsibility to watch over them while my parents worked their asses off. And even then, we aren't rich, we aren't prominent, with the exception of a known tribute that rose from the ashes, known as District Five, with the same last name as Ruined. But even then, we weren't much, and we still aren't.

My relationship with my father was never one to see the bright side of the world. We aren't one's to see eye to eye, and it wasn't something that concerned me. For I have learned to come with acceptance with the fact, and I have stopped trying. And you see, people always tell me that I need to try to fix things up with him. People always tell me that one day he won't be here any longer. That he'll be gone, six feet deep, with his own tombstone next to Pixie's with a last name marked "Ruined". And deep down, I didn't care. I won't ever care, for he had ruined my life with his wine stained lips and white lies that surpass. It's all poison, and while he screams and shouts at me for lying, cheating, anything he considers wrong, he holds double standards. And I cannot wait for the day where we aren't shared between households, and my mother claims us for the remaining days.

My mother.
A strong woman like I. She holds the beauty deep within her eyes and they spark light that can illuminate the world in arrays of colors. She holds fire in her heart that can burn any evil in it's path, and overcome any obstacles. Everyone always says we're one in the same, whether it be personality or looks. She is someone I look up to, for she isn't ignorant to the truth in the harsh world that consumes everything around us. It was several years back that she found out my father was cheating, and while it was heartbreaking and hard to watch our family fall apart at such a tender age, I watched as she stood tall and took control. It is rare for us to give second chances to people, for fool us once shame on them, but once you do it's impossible to fool us twice. For there's a barrier, a wall built between us and the outside world, and it takes work, dedication and determination to get over it. But once you are capable, you'll be able to finally get what you came for, and only one shot at it. For if you mess up, you'll find yourself one second in your prime, and in the next you'll be found right back outside the walls you spent so long getting into.

Pixie.
It is rare, but it happens quite at times. Every once in a while someone will approach me, with a flabbergasted expression and a choke on their words. And I can already tell what is on their mind, for it's happened before, but they're wrong. And before the word, "Pixie?", can slip from their tongue, I decline them before they even have the chance. It isn't shocking though, how similar our complexions are to each other. From the light, tan skin to the long, light brown hair that flows to my mid back, cascading down in hues and shades of color. My oval face line, and subtle jaw even matches hers in ways that does wonders. It's no surprise we look alike, our eyes even glimmer and sparkle with hints of blues and grays, but yet mine still shine with life and light that hers don't. And the trimming of my eye brows along the bone that hovers above my eyes are almost the same, for they're sisters, not twins. There was one thing I was always jealous of her about though, she looked stunning, and while people would argue and say we look genetically the same, I have greater flaws. One giant scar that slices deep, vertically up my chest and stomach. And all I remember from the time was laying upon a table with bright lights surrounding me and surgeons telling me everything will be alright. But it escapes my mind what had happened, and even to this day no one has the nerve to tell me when the subject is touched. At a young age, we were like best friends, playing around with each other until the day ended and then sleep beckoned us both, but all of that disappeared and so did she. For when my parents split, I didn't have control over what I did. And when I was with my father, he felt no need to keep in touch with the outside world, even his own family. And when she left for the games, I didn't even get my chance at a last farewell. And it takes me back, to when my dad dragged me away back to the house before it all began, and I didn't even get to tell her I'd see her later. For later was never to come.

"solitaire something you consider rare"

credit to zoë

Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Nova Ruined \| District 5 {FIN} Jul 6, 2015 22:37:20 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Jul 6, 2015 22:37:20 GMT -5 Finished!
	*"solitaire something you consider rare"* credit to zoë

Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Nova Ruined \| District 5 {FIN} Jul 8, 2015 5:30:04 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Jul 8, 2015 5:30:04 GMT -5 oh and also ~ odair
	*"solitaire something you consider rare"* credit to zoë

sbeeg Retired Staff 3,503 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Nov 1, 2023 5:54:37 GMT -5	Nova Ruined \| District 5 {FIN} Jul 9, 2015 11:39:16 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by sbeeg on Jul 9, 2015 11:39:16 GMT -5 Accepted!