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Post by grim. on Jul 13, 2015 21:03:21 GMT -5

D I O R

I flourished in a place were beautiful creatures roamed the streets. Simple, just simply didn't exists in the Capitol. Every being seeming to cause my mouth to water. So many lookers to compete with. I had a face that protruded with youthfulness. Never looking my age, always having a few flimsy years to decide how old I felt like being. I had eyes that radiated the color of a polished diamond held to the sky, the reflection of blue setting on the diamonds surface. My skin was fair, a pastel ivory. My lips the color of cherry blossoms, my hair combed over my right brow, charcoal black. My jaw squares off, and traces my chin to the indent settled below my lips. My shoulders where wide, and my chest shaped into a cupids heart. I found myself fending off the flirtatious glares from many of my peers, though most of the time I didn't mind a set of wondering eyes.

My stomach was ridged with the toned muscle I had spent countless sweaty hours to maintain. I dressed myself in a copper colored leather jacket, and variations of colorful buttoned shirts. I had a liking for healed leather shoes, I had many in all kinds of colors. I wore tight fitting blue jeans, making sure they showed off the back end I was blessed with. Mother always said, if you got it flaunt it. I was rather short for a man, only standing at five foot nine inches, but I didn't mind standing under a tall dark haired stranger. My weight was also rather measly, but I made up for it with muscle. I was somewhere around 155 pounds I believe, making me rather petite compared to other men of my age. Those that let themselves get fat and bald have only disappointed me. I could never give up the fun, losing my beauty would only mean losing my nightlife, and I couldn't go without my loyal play toys.

I enjoyed a good time, but I enjoyed being a good time even more so. I thirsted t be the life of the party, and the party seemed to consume my life. I found that twisting and turning n the dance floor fancied my tastes. Along with a glass of some adult liquid in my left and, and a tall hunk wrapped around my right. For me an ideal night was simple, I went from party at a house, to party on the dance floor, to party in my bedroom. And this pattern seemed to repeat itself almost daily. Sure I thought about settling down, but how boring would that be? I needed something to bring me back to life. I only had so many years in me, and I was gong to milk every single one of those years for what they are worth.

I've spent one to many morning waking in a home that I don't recognize, or next to a man I cant seem to put a name to. Being the life of the party, often meant never knowing when to stop. I wasted away in memory lose, and finding information about myself, that I would have been better off never knowing. My breathe always tasted of the sweet nectar that gives me the ability to dance without end. My eyes never stopped roaming the room for a piece of meat to keep me warm throughout the night. Sure I had lost nearly all of my ties to family, no longer able to rely on them to fund my adventures, but it didn't matter, they all were just too serious. Life was one big joke, why not get to laugh every once in a while?

I didn't choose this lifestyle, I was afraid of being alone. Of being forgotten, I needed attention, I fed off of the reactions of others. Without an audience I was nothing. Sure I wanted t settle down, find a man I could say I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, possibly raise a family. But I simply was incapable of falling in love. I don't know if it was fear, fear that when they die I would in turn finally be alone. Or the fact that I knew a single person couldn't give me the attention I thirsted for. I didn't want to put the burden on someone to care for me, I was to big of a mess to clean up. Hell, I couldn't take care of myself how could i expect someone else to, how could I expect I ever had another future besides rotting in this alcohol flowing hell hole.

I grew up alone, no siblings to keep me company, a busy mother and father. No wonder I'm an attention whore, among other things. I was deprived of the nutritional attention I needed as a child. I lived in the Capitol, therefore we had a lot of money. I was given my very own large house when I turned eighteen. I had roughly three cars by the age of seventeen. That may be why it has taken so much time to throw it all away. I had a hell of a lot to throw away, and of course I manage to lose it all. I scrap by just fine, mother and father would never let me starve, though they may threaten it on occasion. I was tired of hearing about "the family business" or how I need to get serious.

My father was a business man of sorts. He bought houses, spent large amounts of money to make them nicer, then sold them at ridiculous prices. He made huge amounts of money, funding the Capitol for their stupid games, and petty events they put on for no god damn reason. Sure I liked watching some underage kid shove a sword through their kin, just as much as the next guy, but I didn't get as big of a thrill, I guess. There were so many other things to fund, like I don't know, the lack of alcohol. Not that we didn't have enough, but More was always less in my mind.

A life of luxury and loneliness didn't suit me. I wanted fame, and the love of those around me. I wanted to feel wanted. Like I was something exotic, an item that was a rarity to put your hands on. I deserved that attention, I deserved to feel like I was needed. Sure most men only needed me for one night, but that was enough to keep me sane. “Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”

-Dior

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