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ryan Advertiser 2,907 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Apr 26, 2024 16:28:14 GMT -5 over the moon, where all the wild things are	Angel Mer \| District 4 \| Bio Resub \| FIN Jan 11, 2020 23:26:14 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ryan on Jan 11, 2020 23:26:14 GMT -5 Angel Mer District 4 23 as of the 84th Still lost Bio Resub old bio Sam Smith (for now)
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Angel Mer | District 4 | Bio Resub | FIN Jan 11, 2020 23:28:44 GMT -5

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Growing up a wayfaring boy was never something that I wanted. A young boy born into a family where responsibility was going to be thrusted on my shoulders without even giving me the chance to breathe. That is what got me. I used to play in the sand when I was a child, and tried my hardest to come up with fun ways to keep me busy. Parents were always busy, they had their own adventures and even their own business ventures that they had to focus on. I was not the important one most of the time, treated like a nuisance because that was just easier.

I grew up a slightly sickly kid. I was skinner then much of the people in four, but that was mostly because I was admitted a picky eater. I only like to eat things that I got to catch with my own hands. Something rewarding about a fish being plucked out of the water just made me feel accomplished. My father showed me how to properly slice and clean a fish before eating it at a young age, so there were many times when I would come home with a little basket of fresh rewards for both of my parents. Sometimes they were proud of me, and that killed me, because the other half of the time they couldn’t give a shit about the other times. The yo-yo personality of my mother and father always made things hard. There were days when they loved me, and then there were other days, and I just had to learn to accept them.

But I never went down without a fight. Especially when it came to proving to my parents that I was worthy of the name Mer. They would take me out on the boats from time to time. They always had a system in place for bring fish on the boat, but sometimes the nets would get snagged on various items that were littered into the water. They would send in people from time to time, but none of them were as fast as me in the water. The moment they said there was a snag, I would be in that water, diving deep to find whatever was causing the disruption. Sometimes it was snagged on a rock, or a bigger fish got caught in the mix and was holding down the net. Pushing up on the net sometimes helped, but I realized that a knife would always do the trick. Sometimes I had to cut through the problem, and while I was never the strongest, my parents made sure the knives were. A simply flourish for good measure, and it always did the trick.

Being down under the water was always a different experience. I couldn’t breathe well, but I was always able too just enough to make things interesting. I always wondered what it would be like to get down to the bottom of the ocean, but my parents were just learning about that themselves. They did not trust me to do anything stupid, even though they never gave me any more credit then I deserved. I always listened to them, and that was my problem.

I was always the good boy.

Then Addison was born, and things changed. There was more interest shown by both of them, and maybe it easier for them to break away from the business because at the end of the day, they could spend more time with us. It ran by itself, which meant they built trust in the people that worked for them. I was always told that my parents were fair, but I never experienced that one day in my life. The difference in opinion was simple, they did not live with them. The exposure was minimal, and they did not make me feel like I was part of the family. I always felt different, and maybe that was why they spent more time with Addison then they did with me. She would be the one to take over the business, at least, that is what I thought. I was tired of fighting with them.

I always had something else to focus on anyway.

His name was Dymas, and he was the silly boy down the road that always knew how to make me laugh. It wasn’t anything at first, a simple friendship that started when he accidently crashed into me when he was doing some underwater training. It hurt, but I didn’t let him see that. I had been taught well to conceal the wounds that others caused me, and Dymas was no different. He was kind though, someone who was so passionate about going into the games and making it all the way to the end. He wanted to be a victor, a crown to wear on his head, and while I did not share the same views, he didn’t let that stop him from being my friend. There was always more to him than being a career. He was a boy who came from two mothers, and while four had always been the most accepting when it came to anything, he was always seen as a soft boy because how could two mothers raise a man? When people came to him with that type of grievance, he was always quick to knock them on their asses. He always made sure people knew that he was the real deal. Someone to watch out for. A force to be reckoned with.

We were different in that regard, but somehow, we found each other in all of this mess that was our district. We didn’t even try to hide that we were blind to it. I was always a bit more vocal, but Dymas was always a bit more positive. It always made for an interesting conversation with my parents when the wondered why I spent so much time with him, and I never gave them a straight answer. It wasn’t worth it, because I never respected them enough to let them into my life. Maybe if they tried just a little bit more, I would be more willing to tell them that I might have loved him. Maybe if I had been more willing to not hide secrets, I could tell them that I didn’t like them too.

But I didn’t, because it was always hard for me to talk about anything.

And then they disappeared.

Both of them out of the blue. It was like they just up and poofed and left everything for us to sort through. I found it weird, but I didn’t bat an eyelash at it, because they apparently had everything planned out for us from that point on. We would be ushered into the care of our uncle, even the little baby that ended up coming not far after Addison. We were told it wouldn’t be for a long time, just enough for them to do the exploring that they wanted to do. However, weeks turned into months, and then months turned into years, and they still haven’t come back, even to this day. In the eyes of the district, they were seen as dead, but I still wonder if they would ever resurface.

At the end of the day, it made things easier for me, because while Alabaster Morrisen was not my cup of tea, I was seventeen at the time, which meant there was no time for me to become a career overnight. I did however, get to meet Anatalia, who was adamant that I just call her Annie. She was a different type of person, someone who was so committed to the trade, but so against her father. She too had lost a parent, her mother, and what hardened her was the fact that her father was so callous about it. He had no intention of mourning when he felt like he was so close to achieving. He was a cold hearted snake, and while Annie was always brave, she would rather tell that to me then to anyone else.

We grew close, spent lots of time in the water just trying to make use of what little free time we were allotted. Dymas was always there for me as well, which made things easier on my emotions. I always had someone to anchor me down. Addison and Anarchy both didn’t understand me, and I didn’t care if they did. I was always treated like the black sheep within my own blood, and so I didn’t make the effort to try with them. It was always easier that way.

I didn’t see the 78th coming. Not one bit.

Dymas Nyx was ripped from my clutches right before my eyes, and I did not know how to react at first. I think I cried, but now that I look back on it, I don’t think I did. I kind of just became resigned to my own being. I spent a lot of time trying to not cry that everyone close to me, that being just Annie, thought I had died or something.

I was glued to the television quite literally as I watched Dymas go through the arena, and while I wished I could have been there with him, I had a hope that he was going to make it through and come back to me and everything was going to be alright. Alabaster Morrisen didn’t think for one moment that Dymas was going to come home, and he would even verbally tell me that as he made Annie watch the games closely. He did not care for me, and he made that very apparent. Maybe I wouldn’t amount to anything, or maybe I would. At the end of the day, that was none of his damn business.

Dymas made friends in that arena, and I couldn’t believe just how kind he really was. He was not like most careers from four, and he made sure that he left his mark on the world each day he was in there. It might not have been the whole world, but it was my whole world, because he was my whole world. That was until the boy from nine matched him in ideology. Dymas Nyx ate some mushrooms that he had no business eating, and he brought and axe down on himself to finish. Alabaster Morrisen laughed at his death, and I stood up and socked him in the face. I left the house that night to just throw myself in the water. If I drowned, I would have been happy. I would have a chance to be with him again.

But I didn’t.

He didn’t chase me, or even reprimand me for punching him in the face. However, we didn’t talk after that, and I was okay with that. I did not want associate with Annie’s father again anyway. Even living in the same walls was awkward to say the least. So I left for a little while, found Dymas’s parents and offered them my condolences. They invited me in for a cup of tea, which turned into a month of mourning, turned to a year of healing that we all needed. I found my love for collecting seashells and turning them into necklaces. Sometimes I was able to turn them into a profit and give back to the family of the boy that I loved. The funeral was always the hardest part of the games, and while I wished there was a different outcome, nothing would change. Dymas Nyx would still be dead, and we would all be here, left behind in his wake.

It broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do anymore. I didn’t want to move on, but I knew I had too. That’s exactly what Dymas would have wanted. The games were a cruel thing, but that was just a given. I wanted retribution for what had happened, but I would never find that as long as I held onto my sadness for Dymas. So instead I celebrated his life with the people that loved him just as much as I did. His family. They were always kind to me, even when I didn’t understand their passion for career training. The pain would always come first, and their passion would always come second.

Just like mine.

Annie was relieved when my name wasn’t called in the next reaping, and I was too, because that meant I got to escape the call to death that was handed to Dymas the games before. She didn’t want to see me go in, because she knew that I probably wouldn’t have made it out alive. She would be right. I probably would have thrown myself off the pedestal from the get go because that would have been easier. I wouldn’t have wanted to suffer, and the quicker I got to be reunited with Dymas, the better. Still, I wasn’t really welcomed into the home of Alabaster with open arms, that was certain. Walking through that house made me angry from time to time, and seeing his stupid face made it even worse.

In my time of grieving, I truly forgot about my two siblings, who both seemed to be off doing their own things. Addison was told that the fishing business would be left in her stead when she was ready to take it over, and Anarchy had been swept up into career training as soon as he was ready to walk. I didn’t even know what to say to them, and so I didn’t say a thing. It was easier that way? That’s what I thought as I tried to keep a low profile most days. I still went out to the ocean and collected as many sea shells as I could find. The room I did have at the Morrisen’s had always been littered with little bits of treasure that I had found. Sometimes Alabaster came in and just shook his head at me before grabbing something and disappearing with it. The next day I’d wake up with a little bit of currency on my desk with a note that said thanks. I didn’t know where he was taking them too, but it was enough to keep me self sufficient, and it was more kindness then he had ever shown Annie. I wondered if it was because we were not directly blood related? Or maybe there was some sort of silent respect between us because I had showed him no mercy the moment he made fun of the boy I loved? I didn’t know, and it was best that I resigned to not wanting to know.

Everything was easier when you were left in the dark after all.

The next year Annie’s name had been called and I had no clue how to react to it. Another person being ripped out of my life in front of my eyes. However, I had a feeling that Annie would do the unthinkable. Alabaster on the other hand did not think so. He was harder on everyone at home the moment Annie had left his care and was put into the capitols. The viewing parties that he hosted became much grittier as he screamed at the TV watching Annie in the bloodbath.

For the first time in my life, I was worried that Annie would not make it home to us. There was nothing more I wanted then to be wrong for once, but Annie losing a hand in bloodbath just proved my suspicions to be correct. Addison tried to be there for me, a genuine effort on her part, but I didn’t know how to react to it. She had been close to Beatrice more than she had been to me, and I just accepted the fact that she did not care what happened to me. Anytime we were in the same room, the air became tense, because neither of us really knew how to approach each other. We might have been blood, but we had nothing more in common then that.

Each day passed and Annie performed way above the expectations that Alabaster had thrusted upon her. His attitude changed constantly, each day he became more and more hopeful that Annie was going to come home. He was banking on it at one point, when she had gotten to the top eight. He was hosting lavish parties, showing everyone how proud of his daughter he was. For the first time, Addison and myself had been on the same page. This asshole needed to be put in his place. So they worked together for the first time in ages to make sure that everyone knew that this was all a façade. That Alabaster Morrisen did not care about his daughter. He cared about the title. As long as Annie came home with it, he would be through the moon.

The finale came around and everyone in four watched as Annie had made it where other tributes had failed. She did not disappoint, she stayed true to herself the whole games, and even when she publicly wished her father ill will, that did not stop him from trying to laugh it off. He always claimed that it was the games just talking, but of course, I knew that wasn’t the case. When she ran out of knives, I had no clue what she was going to do. It was her tried at true, and the whole district feared that this was it for her. Until she pulled out a sword and struck down the girl from one.

She had done it.

She had won the games.

She was coming home.

The first thing she did was tell Alabaster Morrisen to go fuck himself.

Fitting, as she packed a bag and left as soon as she could. She had to deal with a couple public appearances with him, but she always had me there with her. When we got alone time, I told her how happy I was that she did in fact come home to me. She told me that she would have come home no matter what apparently, but I disregarded that. Annie was the one person I thought would have made it out alive and she did. Even though she was a little worse for wear.

Moving into the victor village was weird to say the least. I had never seen a place so lavish before in my life. Annie made sure I had a good room with a beautiful view right off the ocean. We spent lots of time together just trying to exist and catch up on time that was stolen from us because of all the career training that she was subjected too. We spent a lot of it just surfing and swimming, trying to relax and decompress after all the pain Annie was subjected too. Id never understand, and that was something I could admit, because I didn’t not care that my parents were gone, and Annie missed her mother more than anything. I wished I could think the same way, but I cant.

I wont apologize for that.

She welcomed many people to stay with her, including Addison if she so chose to do so. She was always generous to all of us, and that made things easier for a while. I had got to meet Wander Sibley, the one person that Annie felt beat up about in the arena. I still had no clue what I wanted to do with my life now that I was free from going into the games, and still, I couldn’t help but feel some sort of dread when it came to what was going to happen next. Maybe I would travel the seas and see if I could find the wreckage of my parents ship. Or maybe I would get lose and never come back.

Who knows.

Its always fuzzy when you head into the unknown.

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