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grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Medallion Burge :\|\|: D1 :\|\|: FIN Aug 9, 2015 16:51:20 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Aug 9, 2015 16:51:20 GMT -5 please dont take this fc, ngl it aint reserved just b a good person #bless Eighteen\|District One\|Female Code: Odair FC: Nina Agdal
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Medallion Burge :||: D1 :||: FIN Aug 9, 2015 18:21:04 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Aug 9, 2015 18:21:04 GMT -5

D A L L I O N.

I was the average District One female from an average wealthy family. I hated the fact that everything about my life was simply predictable. I wanted a life of adventure of thrill, something that I could hold on to, rather then some exotic fabric, or the taste of a delicacy that only seemed to torment the buds of my tongue. I wanted to remember, I couldn't go through life simply watching it pass. I had to be as involved as possible. You know that feeling that rips at your stomach and causes your chest to burn? It happens when you do something you know you shouldn't be doing. I want to life my life with that gut feeling ingrained into my memory, adrenaline was an ally of mine.

I came from a group of three, and by three I mean two little bastards to call my relatives. I was the oldest, an obnoxious little brat on either of my arms at every waking moment. My mother wasn't much of a mother, she found herself wasting away in art and decor. I never understood how any of that had any relevance. Though my mother and I never got along, and we had little to nothing in common. We seemed to have similar looks. I was born with her dishwasher blonde locks, a set of caramel colored eyes, and stained peach lips. Our skin was leathery, sun damaged and battered by the sun. I guess whom ever we descend from didn't have much of a tolerance for heat.

I took after my father in the sense that I was tall. I was five feet ten inches, taller then the average girl. Sure I was intimidating to women my age, but I also had a rather petite build. Muscle never seemed to stick. I didn't have trouble with men, apparently my exaggerated
height didn't overpower the innocence of my face. I got plenty attention from both men and women, though it wasn't like I had time for any of it. In between training and schooling, I was watching two of the biggest assholes on the planet. My two twin brothers. They always seemed to find a way pluck my strings. Sometimes I wonder how much easier my life would have been if only one of those hellions came out.

I had a knack for making time that seemed to never actually be in existence. And by that I mean I simply avoided the tasks I was meant to do, and did what I wanted. I found myself with groups of people I didn't know all that well, and doing things most would never guess I had done. Many of which remain unnamed do to...legal reasoning. I spent time in places that I knew I shouldn't have been. I guess boring just wasn't in my vocabulary, and some would say I leaped to unrealistic grounds to avoid it.

My father was a bitter man, his boring life slowly coming to a horrible depressing end. Well less depressing for myself, and more so for those that actually cared. I mean if I could of put the knife to his throat myself I would have. He was an older man, but he remained rather strong when I was younger therefore his hands always seemed to find a way to paint my skin purple. He marked my body with hatred that came from some fucked up moral that apparently shattered. It wasn't until age fucked him over and I become the sexy career bitch that I am now that I was capable of putting him in his place. He no longer touched me or my brothers, well if he tried he would of died by my hand, not some lowly business deal that went wrong. He was an asshole, and got himself killed because his words seemed to always brink the edge of flattery and bullshit.

Apparently his bullshit became too much for one of his more violent clients to handle, and they ended it there. Thank god they did, I would ruin my reputation if rumor spread that the Burge girl killed her own father. Okay look maybe my father didn't die by my hand, but I may have had a bit of an influence on the men that did the job, I had people to uphold, no room for messy mistakes. I guess you could say I was wicked, cruel even, but the bastard had what was coming to him, just as every piece of shit will get their well deserved end eventually. Mother didn't seem to broken up about his passing, and its almost as if my twin brothers hadn't even realized his absence. Probably because he was absent most of the time anyhow.

My mother found herself with a whole lot of cash after fathers death, buying an even larger house, more petty decor that was unneeded, and clothing that made me sick. I was a girl who got what I wanted, when something needed to be done, it would get done. There was no time for over emotional people in this world. It simply was a waste of time, how could I worry about the regret, when all I can do is accept the future that lay ahead. My brothers never seem to change their habits of stupidity. I swear they lived to torment me, it became a game of cat and mouse. Sometimes I imagined my hands wrapped around their throats, but then I forgive and forget, because killing one of them...I'm sure I would find a way to regret it.

I wasn't the most social of people, I would respond when I was provoked. But I was never a conversation starter. I guess the thought of people wanting my attention scared me. I was already dealing with two attached children, I wouldn't be capable of handling any others. I was worried that I would cause disappointment, that I wouldn't be good enough. I didn't like having to stick up to someone else standards. I wanted to be able to live up to my own standards, and not be judged when they weren't reached. I was my own worst critique, the hell with the judgment of others. If I wanted to be judged I would find myself face to face with President Snow himself. If I was going to take bullshit judgment, I would make it a hell of a show.

where my demons hide.

grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Medallion Burge :\|\|: D1 :\|\|: FIN Aug 9, 2015 18:21:59 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Aug 9, 2015 18:21:59 GMT -5 fin. Avalon has dibs ^^
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