Mary Widdicombe - District 5 (Done)
May 26, 2024 21:12:03 GMT -5
Post by Tyler on May 26, 2024 21:12:03 GMT -5
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Mary
Widdicombe
Female, Age 16
District 5
I think that to myself as I look into the aged mirror of the makeup vanity I'm so lucky to have. My fair skin is perfectly smooth, the pimple that had been the bane of my existence the last week finally wiped from my face with barely a trace. My hair is falling into perfect brown curls, framing my sweetheart face as they tumble towards my shoulders. My eyes perfectly rested, no signs of bags under my brown eyes. I flash a perfectly sweet smile between pink-stained lips and let my perfect dimples greet me from the reflection. My perfect eyebrows still glow with the faint pink of disturbed skin, still fresh from my work shaping the thin arches. No matter, I know in 10 minutes the glow will fade and no evidence will remain to suggest my eyebrows are anything but naturally shaped like this.
I sit up in my perfect posture as I move my head side to side, giggling as the curls bounce around my ears. I check my chest and my lapel quickly to make sure no lipstick, no stray hairs, no mascara blots have sullied my dress. It would be dreadful after all of that work making sure it was perfectly clean, with pleats perfectly creased. Luck is on my side this morning, it seems, as my check finds nothing out of place.
How perfect!
These days there's not enough people who embrace traditions, old and new. A lot of others seem to focus on the things they don't like about the present day and how their lives are living. If you ask me, it's because they've forgotten the value of looking to our past. Take Panem, for example! There are always whispers of people unhappy with the Capitol and how the Districts get treated. Every now and then someone even tries to rebel! Those poor lost souls who have forgotten that this world was born from the ashes of one full of more chaos and death and despair! This system exists to keep us from experiencing the turmoil of misery on that scale again! Of course, there may not be the food and the riches spread out here in Five, but to have more could make us greedy or spoiled. We may want more and more and more until we're back in chaos again! That's why I'm grateful for the tradition of the Hunger Games, a yearly reminder not to forget our past.
Most of the very few people I've been willing to share this with think I'm cruel or crazy for this idea, but I'm not, honest! I don't think myself superior to others who cannot see clearly what I see. I wish to show the world some kindness, maintain cordiality and civility. If I can show the world how tradition can be so perfectly splendid, perhaps I can help them improve how they see the world. Teach them that tradition is good. Tradition keeps us safe.
I get to work on cooking a large pot of porridge for us all to eat. This morning I hope to add in some mint and berries, add that perfect touch of sweetness for all of my sweet little siblings. There's enough porridge made not only for all of our bellies to at least be sated, but I can even spare an extra bowl for the beggarman who stops by our street often. The poor soul cannot find work or a place to stay or a bite to eat on the best of days. My heart goes out to him, and I hope he will like this porridge made with my love.
I can't help but look at Marjorie with her little coos, nestled comfortably in Mom's arms. I've never told her this, but I'm a bit jealous to not have any kids of my own. After years of helping with my siblings I think I've picked up a lot of the skills that make a great mother. I know how to boss them all around (maybe a bit too much, true, but it's only to try and help make them perfect!). It would be nice to take care of a child of my very own! Of course, not until I'm married! Which I'm working on already. It's hard to believe that I've been going steady with Argyle Mooney for three years already! It's been three years of bliss, and now that we're both sixteen I cross my fingers it'll only a matter of time before he pops me the question!
Then, once all of that happens, everything will be... well, perfect.
Mary
Widdicombe
Female, Age 16
District 5
Archetype
The Caregiver. The Saint. The Altruist.
With love and compassion,
you can never truly be weak.
The Caregiver. The Saint. The Altruist.
With love and compassion,
you can never truly be weak.
Appearance:
Things are perfect this morning! I think that to myself as I look into the aged mirror of the makeup vanity I'm so lucky to have. My fair skin is perfectly smooth, the pimple that had been the bane of my existence the last week finally wiped from my face with barely a trace. My hair is falling into perfect brown curls, framing my sweetheart face as they tumble towards my shoulders. My eyes perfectly rested, no signs of bags under my brown eyes. I flash a perfectly sweet smile between pink-stained lips and let my perfect dimples greet me from the reflection. My perfect eyebrows still glow with the faint pink of disturbed skin, still fresh from my work shaping the thin arches. No matter, I know in 10 minutes the glow will fade and no evidence will remain to suggest my eyebrows are anything but naturally shaped like this.
I sit up in my perfect posture as I move my head side to side, giggling as the curls bounce around my ears. I check my chest and my lapel quickly to make sure no lipstick, no stray hairs, no mascara blots have sullied my dress. It would be dreadful after all of that work making sure it was perfectly clean, with pleats perfectly creased. Luck is on my side this morning, it seems, as my check finds nothing out of place.
How perfect!
Personality:
Satisfied with the job I've done prettying myself up perfectly, it's time to clean up the mess I've made. I steal the tweezers away from its spot as the lone occupant of the top of the vanity and put in in its proper spot: second drawer, upper right corner, laid vertically. Perfect. Everything is in the exact spot it is meant to be; not a bottle or a brush out of place. The vanity top gleams in its empty state, reflecting my meticulous job of polishing and shining the ancient wood. This vanity was a gift from my family a few years back; one of the few heirlooms we have managed to protect, generation after generation, since before the Dark Days had ever come to be. Oh, how I love hearing about things from the past! Antiques, customs, traditions, you name it. After all, it is tradition that keeps us connected with everyone who ever came before us. These days there's not enough people who embrace traditions, old and new. A lot of others seem to focus on the things they don't like about the present day and how their lives are living. If you ask me, it's because they've forgotten the value of looking to our past. Take Panem, for example! There are always whispers of people unhappy with the Capitol and how the Districts get treated. Every now and then someone even tries to rebel! Those poor lost souls who have forgotten that this world was born from the ashes of one full of more chaos and death and despair! This system exists to keep us from experiencing the turmoil of misery on that scale again! Of course, there may not be the food and the riches spread out here in Five, but to have more could make us greedy or spoiled. We may want more and more and more until we're back in chaos again! That's why I'm grateful for the tradition of the Hunger Games, a yearly reminder not to forget our past.
Most of the very few people I've been willing to share this with think I'm cruel or crazy for this idea, but I'm not, honest! I don't think myself superior to others who cannot see clearly what I see. I wish to show the world some kindness, maintain cordiality and civility. If I can show the world how tradition can be so perfectly splendid, perhaps I can help them improve how they see the world. Teach them that tradition is good. Tradition keeps us safe.
History:
Oh goodness, I'm running late! I rush downstairs where a number of my siblings are already gathered around the large table. Did I mention I come from a large family? There are ten of us children in total. I'm the oldest of the group, of course. Then we have Louise, Helen, Harvey, Dennis, Elizabeth, Arthur, Jack, Ruthie, Teddy, and little baby Marjorie who is currently wrapped up in our mother's arms. I'm almost like their second mom, though: with dad busy working his lengthy shifts in the Solar Fields we almost never get to see him. Mom tries to stay home as much as possible, but with so many mouths to feed she takes on her seamstress work. They work so hard for us, the least I can do is help out! I take care of myself and the six of my siblings above the age of 5. Mom insists she care for the young ones - she worries that I'm too young, or that she'll miss out on critical bonding time with the little ones, and then when they grow older they won't treat her like their mom. I don't protest; she's always so exhausted. I get to work on cooking a large pot of porridge for us all to eat. This morning I hope to add in some mint and berries, add that perfect touch of sweetness for all of my sweet little siblings. There's enough porridge made not only for all of our bellies to at least be sated, but I can even spare an extra bowl for the beggarman who stops by our street often. The poor soul cannot find work or a place to stay or a bite to eat on the best of days. My heart goes out to him, and I hope he will like this porridge made with my love.
I can't help but look at Marjorie with her little coos, nestled comfortably in Mom's arms. I've never told her this, but I'm a bit jealous to not have any kids of my own. After years of helping with my siblings I think I've picked up a lot of the skills that make a great mother. I know how to boss them all around (maybe a bit too much, true, but it's only to try and help make them perfect!). It would be nice to take care of a child of my very own! Of course, not until I'm married! Which I'm working on already. It's hard to believe that I've been going steady with Argyle Mooney for three years already! It's been three years of bliss, and now that we're both sixteen I cross my fingers it'll only a matter of time before he pops me the question!
Then, once all of that happens, everything will be... well, perfect.
FC: Shirley Temple
