helvetica kemppainen, d1 fin [cbd 2/3]
Jan 1, 2018 1:50:21 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Jan 1, 2018 1:50:21 GMT -5
fc: leila nda
helvetica kemppainen
seventeen
district one
When she stands with the other debutantes, all eyes are on her. Partly because of her dazzling smile, partly because of just how tall she is. Like wow, Very Tall. But after an hour of wining and dining (without the wine of course) it's clear that she could be quite the catch. When she walks it's with an air of confidence, that she is gracing you with her presence. When she sings, her voice reaches impressive heights. She knows how to hold a conversation yet only after you've left do you realize that she hasn't divulged quite enough about herself. And when someone gets too handsy, he gets a knee in the groin and a punch to the face. A smile is still plastered on her face. "Pardon me, I didn't see you there."
As she's escorted out of the mansion, her mother places a hand on her back, a soft murmur in her ear. "That's my girl." Helvetica tries not to worry. An engagement was never the end all be all anyway. It's simply a path on the river that didn't go with the current. At least, that's what her parents utter. Most of the time she feels like she's stuck in a canoe without a paddle, but "that's not conducive talk Helvetica you should think about what you can do about the situation."
What can she do? She can train, lifting weights and working on her right hook and improving on her weaponry in case she's drafted as a representative. She can act, her steps broad and her shoulders straight. She can spend evenings in the study, learning how to cook the meals her family serves each night with a smile. And she can focus on the now. The future isn't happening yet, so why bother?
helvetica kemppainen
seventeen
district one
When she stands with the other debutantes, all eyes are on her. Partly because of her dazzling smile, partly because of just how tall she is. Like wow, Very Tall. But after an hour of wining and dining (without the wine of course) it's clear that she could be quite the catch. When she walks it's with an air of confidence, that she is gracing you with her presence. When she sings, her voice reaches impressive heights. She knows how to hold a conversation yet only after you've left do you realize that she hasn't divulged quite enough about herself. And when someone gets too handsy, he gets a knee in the groin and a punch to the face. A smile is still plastered on her face. "Pardon me, I didn't see you there."
As she's escorted out of the mansion, her mother places a hand on her back, a soft murmur in her ear. "That's my girl." Helvetica tries not to worry. An engagement was never the end all be all anyway. It's simply a path on the river that didn't go with the current. At least, that's what her parents utter. Most of the time she feels like she's stuck in a canoe without a paddle, but "that's not conducive talk Helvetica you should think about what you can do about the situation."
What can she do? She can train, lifting weights and working on her right hook and improving on her weaponry in case she's drafted as a representative. She can act, her steps broad and her shoulders straight. She can spend evenings in the study, learning how to cook the meals her family serves each night with a smile. And she can focus on the now. The future isn't happening yet, so why bother?
