arobynn calitz } { district one | fin

The defined architecture of her bones, shaped and formed to absolute perfection by conquerors, those who have made their settlement on the district one darling. Shimmering blue eyes, tinted with green, dusted with the bits and remains of dirt that permanently stick upon them. Stolen from the jewel mines that rest beneath the surface of the luxurious district, where hundreds of the low class work to satisfy the Capitol. Her hair cascades down to her lower back in hints and hue's of dark browns and blacks, similar to her mothers. Arobynn's tan complexion is similar to her fathers, while her bone structure is a more defined, better version than her mothers. Perfect in the eyes of those who desire nothing more than the darlings company, only noticing what lies under her clothes, rather than the truth beneath the sweet facade, and innocent looks.


Perfection is only a telltale, hiding what lies either on the surface, or beneath. Arobynn's flaws are masked by the coverage of her long, precious hair, showing only a picture perfect girl. Along the edge of her hair line lies a long scar, one that had to be sewn closed by stitches a few years back. Still fairly more recent, she uses her long hair to disguise it from the public eye, only to avoid the topic coming up from one of her customers. And if it ever so happens to surface to one, then a quick lie is made up in place of the truth.

"-It's just from an accident I had while training."

"-I slipped and hit it on the pavement, it's nothing."

"-Oh, that's just from this one time..."

A million more in place of the truth, she cannot speak for it would blow her reputation, and expose her for who she truly is.


A rich, rebellious, mysterious girl growing up, Arobynn hid it all well behind a guard that she showed to the outer world. In the eyes of her wealthy, socialite parents she was the perfect darling child of the district. A natural born career growing up, ever since joining the academy for training. Her life was a normal one lived, she was held above her siblings, as the hammer steady, obedient one, set as an example for other's to examine and follow. Hitting her teenage years, her arrogance took control over her hidden personality, a thief in jewels, pickpocketing and things she'd fancy. And while she had more than enough money to pay for these, it was all for fun and game, to see if she could ever get caught while being stealthy. And in only one occurrence had she needed to end another's life, for the sake of her entertainment.


[She wipes off the smudged mascara and eyeliner that streak across her face. A long night was paid in the company of Arobynn for the man who lies dead asleep next to her. It was the crack of dawn, the sun barely picking up in the distant horizon, releasing an array of golden hue's from beyond the mountains and trees. The sound of chirping birds ricochet through the room, bouncing from window to walls, then back to her ears.


Rubbing the fatigue from her eyes, she slowly pulls the covers from over her legs. Releasing herself from the suffocating embrace of the wealthy man who paid for her company, she makes no sound in making do with what she came for. Her silent footsteps crossed the carpet ground, the air was full of silent tension, that only one of two could feel.


Snatching clothes from the ground, the only light being from the sun that glinted through the curtains. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for the wallet of the man who'd yet to pay her for her services. Upon finding the leather back wallet, she wrapped her greedy, delicate fingers around the folded spine. Without a simple form of hesitation, she opened it up, revealing hundreds of dollars. Taking it all she shoved it into the pocket of her pants and dropped the empty wallet back onto the ground, with a slight thud.


Making her way to the large, double door at the end of the bed, she crept around the grand, royal bed and furniture. Closing the door slowly behind her, she moved down to her next target. Rushing down the steps, she walks through the mansion, making her way to the dining room. Upon entry, she meets face to face with a glass casing. A set jewel placed in the center, resting on a stand, she removes the top very carefully, extending her hand into the case and picking up the jewel from where it lies.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

A sharp voice brings Arobynn to a halt. Frozen in the moment, she turns around to face the man who was knocked out cold only a few moments ago. Words get caught in her throat, and as she goes to make up lie after lie after lie to manipulate her way out of the situation, the man swings his fist, socking her on the side of the temple. Warm, crimson blood rushes out and along her face as she falls back onto the table, shattering the glass case that she was once digging her fingers in.


A tight, suffocating grasp from an enraged man wraps around her throat. Shards of glass poked at her delicate, perfect skin, slicing open and releasing crimson droplets. Her airway is immediately cut off, and no begging for forgiveness could come from her lips. Instead, reaching for a sharp shard of glass, she grips it in her hand, before quickly swinging a closed fist to the side of the mans head.


The grasp is let loose almost immediately, just as Arobynn releases her grip on the long, sharp shard of glass. Now protruding from the side of the mans head, he falls towards the ground, as a pool of blood begins to flow from the source. Grabbing her backpack, she snatches the precious jewel, the one that caused her to end another's life, which she had no problem with doing. Slipping it into her pack, she rushes to clean the blood from her before heading out the door, leaving the dead man on the ground, before the sun rose and before anyone had proof of her being there. For the man was known around the district for paying for prostitutes, Arobynn was more than positive she could frame it on any other one that gave him the same company.]