Dina Roy - District 3 (Done)
Aug 1, 2024 23:12:34 GMT -5
Post by Tyler on Aug 1, 2024 23:12:34 GMT -5
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Dina Roy
District 3 // Age 16 // Female
Appearance:
Silence had draped itself heavy over the crowd that had gathered in the Square of District 3. The image replaying itself behind endless sets of eyes. The dagger, plunging itself into the deep brown eye. Blood pouring over the dark skin shaded by a merciless week of sun. The girl's tiny frame tumbling into the sand like a marionette with its strings suddenly cut free. Her hair, the shade of night, sprawling out in a halo around her head, now the only movement left in the lifeless girl as the wind spills over the sand. Framed out on the giant screen for the District, for Panem, to see.
After an eternity, and only moments later, eyes began to move towards another figure in the crowd. One who shared so many features with the girl in the sand that some even considered she was the same girl. But as they looked further they could see the slight differences between the two; this girl's brown skin glowed healthy and undamaged. Her black hair was neat and shiny, tied back to a point where the waves cascaded in an orderly manner. Her beauty undisturbed by blood and scars and sand and sun. More than a few eyes thought of how breathtaking she was as she stood there. Her full lips, her button nose, her doe eyes a rich, deep brown, and both still intact. Soon almost all eyes that could see her were on her. Yet her eyes were still glued to the screen, pain furrowing her eyebrows, locking her mouth into a silent scream.
After a week of watching the games, there was nobody who didn't recognize the sister of Safina Roy.
After an eternity, and only moments later, eyes began to move towards another figure in the crowd. One who shared so many features with the girl in the sand that some even considered she was the same girl. But as they looked further they could see the slight differences between the two; this girl's brown skin glowed healthy and undamaged. Her black hair was neat and shiny, tied back to a point where the waves cascaded in an orderly manner. Her beauty undisturbed by blood and scars and sand and sun. More than a few eyes thought of how breathtaking she was as she stood there. Her full lips, her button nose, her doe eyes a rich, deep brown, and both still intact. Soon almost all eyes that could see her were on her. Yet her eyes were still glued to the screen, pain furrowing her eyebrows, locking her mouth into a silent scream.
After a week of watching the games, there was nobody who didn't recognize the sister of Safina Roy.
Personality:
For some the level of recognition ended here; the Roy family an unknown until one of the girls had been reaped for slaughter. For many, though, the name Dina Roy was already well known. The more well-to-do may have recognized the socialite from some gala, dazzling in a gown that could almost make a Capitolite jealous, flashing her diamond smile. The lesser off might have placed her as one of the wealthier girls in the charity club that came by their home every week or so with their pastries and soups and luxuries to give away. One or two may have recognized her as a rare one who seemed to truly have their heart in the giving and not in the good optics of their acts.
Then there were her classmates, who may have looked on and saw one of the rare moments Dina Roy did not have something to say. No story filled with grand detail being told to a crowd that usually formed in her light. No gushing over a friend's newest accessory, no lamenting over a small tragedy befalling her. Her friends, and the many who wished to count themselves among them, searched Dina's face over, eerie without her eyes crinkled into that smile that could melt the iciest of hearts, make the most insignificant person feel important. Some of their hearts might have broken as they watched hers falling to pieces.
Those who didn't like her, too, couldn't bring themselves to stir up those feelings as they looked at the devastation in her eyes. Those who normally thought her shallow couldn't find it in the girl who aged so much in the past week. Those who called her a ditz for not matching the level of prowess and innovation of her family now berated themselves for thinking such things of a girl going through so much so fast. Those who envied everything Dina had and didn't deserve now pitied what she was given. Pity instead pulled their thoughts to mercy. After all, it was hard to hate a girl drowning in her tragedy.
Then there were her classmates, who may have looked on and saw one of the rare moments Dina Roy did not have something to say. No story filled with grand detail being told to a crowd that usually formed in her light. No gushing over a friend's newest accessory, no lamenting over a small tragedy befalling her. Her friends, and the many who wished to count themselves among them, searched Dina's face over, eerie without her eyes crinkled into that smile that could melt the iciest of hearts, make the most insignificant person feel important. Some of their hearts might have broken as they watched hers falling to pieces.
Those who didn't like her, too, couldn't bring themselves to stir up those feelings as they looked at the devastation in her eyes. Those who normally thought her shallow couldn't find it in the girl who aged so much in the past week. Those who called her a ditz for not matching the level of prowess and innovation of her family now berated themselves for thinking such things of a girl going through so much so fast. Those who envied everything Dina had and didn't deserve now pitied what she was given. Pity instead pulled their thoughts to mercy. After all, it was hard to hate a girl drowning in her tragedy.
History:
The eyes of the crowd began shifting between her and the bodies moving towards her. Those who had not recognized it before now knew beyond the doubt they were looking at the family of Safina Roy. They could see the renowned Vikram and Neeta Roy, the brilliant pair of minds behind many innovations in the District, moving towards their daughter with faces wiped blank by shock. They saw the girl who looked even more like Safina than Dina did, eyes red with the tears that she can't keep from flowing, moving as if in a daze. They saw the younger boys, brown skin pale as ghosts haunting the crowd. The youngest reaches out to hug Dina, begins to guide his older sister away from the crowd. One or two may have questioned where the oldest son was.
The people of District 3 looked on as the family began its mournful walk out from the center of the crowd. They watch the group stop for a brief moment to allow a boy and a girl to run up, flank Dina on either side, and join in the funeral march of the Roy family. Those who knew Dina better could identify that the girl was her best friend of many years, Sophie Cartwright, by her trademark mane of long sandy hair. A few might have known that the boy, Rafael Salazar, had been taking her out on a few dates in the last few months. But the rumours as to whether that was why he was there would wait weeks, until the crowd could forget the look on poor Dina's face, and until they could stop feeling her heart shatter as if it were their own.
The crowd parted for the party to move along, out of the throngs who had gathered to watch their tribute this evening. People could almost forget how the night had began. How for weeks the District had been divided on Safina Roy, watching the girl turn in to something brutal and tragic and cold in that arena. Many had disliked this feral girl representing their District. Others had held on to hope that it meant she might return. As the days went on and the girl fell deeper into her mind, more and more Roys had stopped showing up in the Square. until the night before only Dina had remained to cling onto the hope of her big sister coming home.
As the eyes trailed the backs of the group making their way back home, the crowd could all recognize one thing; They did not wish to be in the shoes of poor Dina Roy.
The people of District 3 looked on as the family began its mournful walk out from the center of the crowd. They watch the group stop for a brief moment to allow a boy and a girl to run up, flank Dina on either side, and join in the funeral march of the Roy family. Those who knew Dina better could identify that the girl was her best friend of many years, Sophie Cartwright, by her trademark mane of long sandy hair. A few might have known that the boy, Rafael Salazar, had been taking her out on a few dates in the last few months. But the rumours as to whether that was why he was there would wait weeks, until the crowd could forget the look on poor Dina's face, and until they could stop feeling her heart shatter as if it were their own.
The crowd parted for the party to move along, out of the throngs who had gathered to watch their tribute this evening. People could almost forget how the night had began. How for weeks the District had been divided on Safina Roy, watching the girl turn in to something brutal and tragic and cold in that arena. Many had disliked this feral girl representing their District. Others had held on to hope that it meant she might return. As the days went on and the girl fell deeper into her mind, more and more Roys had stopped showing up in the Square. until the night before only Dina had remained to cling onto the hope of her big sister coming home.
As the eyes trailed the backs of the group making their way back home, the crowd could all recognize one thing; They did not wish to be in the shoes of poor Dina Roy.
FC: Charithra Chandran
