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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 24, 2015 13:40:51 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 24, 2015 13:40:51 GMT -5

oliver tensin pope
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male. eighteen. district two. job

quiet. meek. medicine. self-conscious. aboulomania. indecisive. pathologically so. anxious. afraid. insensitive to heat. no proper understanding of temperature. doesn't know when to quit. avoids that because it is a decision.

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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 24, 2015 14:14:01 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 24, 2015 14:14:01 GMT -5

cнαρтєя σηє the danger of the cold

One winter night, tiny footsteps cross through the snow-covered field. The young boy is dressed in his one-piece pajamas, a stuffed lion held tightly in his right hand by its tail. Being dragged along through the snow, the lion remained expressionless as stuffed animals typically do. Eyes moved about his surroundings, looking for the familiar faces of his parents. Ma and Pa said they would be home hours ago. Air was blisteringly cold, though the young boy was not fazed in the slightest. He continued forward without a single problem arising in his mind, eyes not focusing on any particular point.

Messy hair hangs down over his eyes, Oliver Pope moved along the District. He had left the hospital doors moments ago, having not found his parents in the front few hallways. I do not know where my parents are. And yet he continued to walk, nonetheless. It wasn't long before he came about a couple bundled up on a bench, sat close together. "Excuse me mister and ma'am! Have you seen my mom and dad?" They turned from each other's faces, looking with shock at the young boy who stood before them. "What on Earth are you doing out in the cold with no parents?" The young girl shouted, getting up from the bench and wrapping Oliver into her jacket with her. What is bad with what I'm doing?

She was warm. He could feel just how warm she was as she held him close, her head moving about to search for people off in the distance. "Carls, we can't just sit with this kid all night. Let's bring him to some Keepers and be done with it." The man spoke with annoyance that Oliver was unable to properly recognize, looking at him with a look of confusion. The boy in the snow wished to just find his parents, knowing they were expected home hours ago. His mom had left the house in a hurry, grabbing on to her stomach and leaving behind her a few shouts. Little Oliver couldn't decipher her words either.

"Show some respect for the boy, Dallas. He's going to freeze out here." It was a word he wasn't aware of. Freezing was not within the young child's vocabulary, not quite sure of exactly what it entailed. He remained toasty warm in his mind, even before being cuddled in the jacket. But he wished to leave. He wanted to find his parents. "I must go, now. My parents will be waiting." With only a bit of force he broke from her grasp, his tiny feet pushing him through inches of snow as quickly as he could. Fingers were beginning to turn as purple and blue as the pajamas he was wearing, something he noticed with a smile. I'm turning blue!

His toes were growing wet, though he had barely noticed the sensation of water. Instead, his mind became focused on building a snowman, carefully choosing how he wished to roll each of the three parts of its body. I'm going to make it look just like me! Except for the blue part! Time passed by as he rolled the snow along the ground, using up much of what was around him. He was down one of the main streets of District Two, being passed every once in a while by gasping and staring citizens. Not a single one stopped. The young boy continued on with glee.

With a completed snowman looking back at him with dead eyes, Oliver grinned with a large smile. Pretending as if he was looking into a mirror, he tried making his face match the man made of the sky's offerings. It brought about a couple of giggles from his chest, but he grew bored soon enough. Mommy and Daddy might be done soon! Maybe they went home. With that thought, Oliver was on his way in that direction.

Shortly after, he found himself back at the door to his home. With not a single word, he entered through the window that he left cracked open, immediately noticing the presence of people in the room. Two Keepers stood alongside his parents, his mother's eyes focused on a bundle within her hands. Is that a baby? Worried eyes met his then, an exasperated sigh leaving the parted lips of his father. "Oliver! How many times do we have to tell you not to leave the house?" It was one issue his father began to ramble on about, explaining they had gone to the hospital as his mother was giving birth, and that that was why she had a large belly for the past while. He held him in his arms as he spoke with him, wrapping a blanket around the damp body of the boy and sharing warmth with him.

"You must promise me something, Olie. Never go out into the cold, okay? It's dangerous. Don't ever make the decision to go outside." The word struck a fear into the young child, though he was completely unsure as to why. Decision. It was something he comprehended, without a doubt. He was a clever kid and picked up on the more complex words despite his age of six years old. This was no exception. To make a decision was to choose an option out of at least two different ones. And yet the boy couldn't even begin to think of doing so. "If you make this choice, you could die." Those words dug themselves incredibly deep into the mind of the boy, and he felt his body tense up at the mere thought of it.

Daddy says that if I make a decision, I could die. I don't want that to happen. That would mean I would have to leave my parents. For such a young boy, the thought was so incredibly difficult to comprehend. How could making a choice be so dangerous for one's well being? And yet with that very moment, Oliver Pope became the person he was destined to become for the rest of his life. With those very words his father spoke, the fear settled itself in and rooted out throughout the entirety of his body. From then on, he would never make a decision, no matter what that meant.

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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 24, 2015 14:19:52 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 24, 2015 14:19:52 GMT -5

cнαρтєя тωσ decidedly deceased

The twelve year old boy stood silently as his eyes were turned towards the stage up front. Two fidgeting hands kept his mind occupied, his teeth biting into his cheek as another distraction. Weston stood to his right, swaying on his feet as he struggled to get a view over the shoulders of the older boy before him. "Why the hell would they not ask that giants move to the back of the section? Not all of us are freaks of nature." He kept his voice quiet so said giant didn't hear him and turn to punch his face in, or something. Weston was the only friend Oliver spent extended periods of time with, their personalities clashing rather well. He was loud and obnoxious, and preferred for things to go his way. That worked for the one who preferred to keep quiet, and never knew how to decide what his way even meant.

"So, do you want to volunteer or shall I?" It was a question asked by the young friend of Oliver Pope, though Olie wasn't even sure of that. When Weston's voice turned up with inflection at the end of the phrase, indicating a question, Oliver felt his mind seem to fade away quietly. The last thing he remembered seeing was the sudden face of regret from Wes who knew all too well what sort of questions to avoid around his best friend. And yet Oliver stood completely still as his heart bounded in his chest. Palms had grown sweaty, his throat dry and his eyes shut tightly. Come on Olie. It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to choose. The voice in his head wasn't his own. It was unrecognizable. Everything about him was unrecognizable.

He was in a room surrounded with white walls, pictures dotting them with splatters of blood crisscrossing along it.

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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 24, 2015 14:20:12 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 24, 2015 14:20:12 GMT -5

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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 24, 2015 14:20:35 GMT -5

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d2 • oliver pope [wip] Oct 27, 2015 22:58:40 GMT -5

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d2 • oliver pope [wip]

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 24, 2015 13:40:51 GMT -5

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