acoama {three} fin
Dec 18, 2016 11:16:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 11:16:39 GMT -5
Acoama
Dark orange hair, that goes down to the top of
my breasts. The ends of my hair curl upward,
toward me. My eyes are a dark shade of brown.
My eyes compliment my skin tone, which is a light
chocolate shade of brown. My eyelashes are
long and they get complimented when I use
some mascara that my mother scrapes up.
My lips are a clear color, but a natural pink.
My lips look glossy, but they aren't, I expect
it is just the light bouncing off my lips. I have
some muscle on me, not much, but some. I can
life up about 120 pounds, and I weigh 136. So
I can almost lift my weight.
I stand at 5'10, kinda short, but also kinda
tall. My legs are strong, and fierce. They are
the most muscled muscle on my body. I can
run at a steady pace of 10 mph, for about 1
hour before I start to breath heavily. I have
quick hands, that really help my mother sew,
and patch up our clothes.
{}
I am a bitch. If you know me I am one spicy
girl. Men know what they want, and usually
they want a spicy girl who can have fire, and
give them what they want, and I can deliver, very
well. I can be nice, not very much, but to the men
I please, I am very, very nice to them.
I am confident in myself when I do things,
but I'm never over-confident, and I don't
under-estimate anything, that's a tactic that
will get you killed. I am loyal. I have never
betrayed anyone, and I never want to. I would
get pissed if someone betrayed me, so why
should I do it to other people?
I am stubborn, I don't really give up
on my opinion, because someone else
wants me to believe what they believe.
Its hard for anyone to change my opinion
on things, and hopefully I never have to
incapacitate myself, because I allow people
to blind me from my own opinion.
{}
I was born to a wealthy family in three. We
never had any trouble with money. It was good,
but most in three are poor, and they probably envy us.
Growing up when I was around 3 years old, My mother
stayed home to watch me. It was great at that age. I needed
to have a motherly figure, and instead of her going off to work
she stayed home, and watched after me. We grew together. We had
the best relationship, as should every mother should with her daughter.
Until I was around 5, my mother stayed home with me until
she thought I was responsible enough to stay on my own. It
was nice to stay home for a year until I went to school I figured
out how to do things. I taught myself how to read small books.
It was nice, I impressed my parents at what I could do at the age
I was at.
10, I was at school when it happened. I was walking away from
my second period class, when someone grabbed my hair and pulled me
back. I fell on the ground, and grabbed the person's arm, and pulled them
on top of me. It was my friends best friend. I slapped her, and then she kicked
me. I swung at her face, and I felt joy when my fist connected with her
jaw. Then she slapped me, and then I punched her in the nose, as much
power with I had. My fist hit her nose, and she cried out. I heard a
breaking sound as my fist connected with her nose. Then the teacher's
broke us apart.
12, my first reaping. It was scary. The escort called out two names.
It was Phyllis Roman , and then she called out the boys. His name
was Dragan Baron. They were our tributes for the games. Both died.
I wanted to win again, after Klaus Goravich won the 61st games.
I desperately wanted to win, after we got food, and sweets. Even
though our family had enough food, our family enjoyed watching
those who didn't, finally eat as much as their stomachs can hold.
16, It was around the 73rd Games. Atticus Manor and Danny
Brooker were our tributes. They both got far, but Atticus Manor
ultimately won, and became our second victor. We enjoyed more
food and watching the kids eat more than they can eat. 18, the
last age before I don't have to participate in the reaping. I was happy
Soon I will have cover in the safety of my room, not the safety of the
reaping area, where 2 kids will go into the games and die or be scarred
for life. I also got a boyfriend at this age. He was nice, but he also
had a big ego. I want him to change, and the next time he boasts
about me being his girlfriend and nobody will touch her ever, I will
break up with him.
Dark orange hair, that goes down to the top of
my breasts. The ends of my hair curl upward,
toward me. My eyes are a dark shade of brown.
My eyes compliment my skin tone, which is a light
chocolate shade of brown. My eyelashes are
long and they get complimented when I use
some mascara that my mother scrapes up.
My lips are a clear color, but a natural pink.
My lips look glossy, but they aren't, I expect
it is just the light bouncing off my lips. I have
some muscle on me, not much, but some. I can
life up about 120 pounds, and I weigh 136. So
I can almost lift my weight.
I stand at 5'10, kinda short, but also kinda
tall. My legs are strong, and fierce. They are
the most muscled muscle on my body. I can
run at a steady pace of 10 mph, for about 1
hour before I start to breath heavily. I have
quick hands, that really help my mother sew,
and patch up our clothes.
{}
I am a bitch. If you know me I am one spicy
girl. Men know what they want, and usually
they want a spicy girl who can have fire, and
give them what they want, and I can deliver, very
well. I can be nice, not very much, but to the men
I please, I am very, very nice to them.
I am confident in myself when I do things,
but I'm never over-confident, and I don't
under-estimate anything, that's a tactic that
will get you killed. I am loyal. I have never
betrayed anyone, and I never want to. I would
get pissed if someone betrayed me, so why
should I do it to other people?
I am stubborn, I don't really give up
on my opinion, because someone else
wants me to believe what they believe.
Its hard for anyone to change my opinion
on things, and hopefully I never have to
incapacitate myself, because I allow people
to blind me from my own opinion.
{}
I was born to a wealthy family in three. We
never had any trouble with money. It was good,
but most in three are poor, and they probably envy us.
Growing up when I was around 3 years old, My mother
stayed home to watch me. It was great at that age. I needed
to have a motherly figure, and instead of her going off to work
she stayed home, and watched after me. We grew together. We had
the best relationship, as should every mother should with her daughter.
Until I was around 5, my mother stayed home with me until
she thought I was responsible enough to stay on my own. It
was nice to stay home for a year until I went to school I figured
out how to do things. I taught myself how to read small books.
It was nice, I impressed my parents at what I could do at the age
I was at.
10, I was at school when it happened. I was walking away from
my second period class, when someone grabbed my hair and pulled me
back. I fell on the ground, and grabbed the person's arm, and pulled them
on top of me. It was my friends best friend. I slapped her, and then she kicked
me. I swung at her face, and I felt joy when my fist connected with her
jaw. Then she slapped me, and then I punched her in the nose, as much
power with I had. My fist hit her nose, and she cried out. I heard a
breaking sound as my fist connected with her nose. Then the teacher's
broke us apart.
12, my first reaping. It was scary. The escort called out two names.
It was Phyllis Roman , and then she called out the boys. His name
was Dragan Baron. They were our tributes for the games. Both died.
I wanted to win again, after Klaus Goravich won the 61st games.
I desperately wanted to win, after we got food, and sweets. Even
though our family had enough food, our family enjoyed watching
those who didn't, finally eat as much as their stomachs can hold.
16, It was around the 73rd Games. Atticus Manor and Danny
Brooker were our tributes. They both got far, but Atticus Manor
ultimately won, and became our second victor. We enjoyed more
food and watching the kids eat more than they can eat. 18, the
last age before I don't have to participate in the reaping. I was happy
Soon I will have cover in the safety of my room, not the safety of the
reaping area, where 2 kids will go into the games and die or be scarred
for life. I also got a boyfriend at this age. He was nice, but he also
had a big ego. I want him to change, and the next time he boasts
about me being his girlfriend and nobody will touch her ever, I will
break up with him.
