Re: Pancake Whistles [Finished]

Pancake Whistles

Pancake Whistles [Real Name: Mary Smitt] is a fifteen year old asylum dropout from district 8.

Be afraid, be very afraid.

"Yummy Pancakes in my tummy
Yes, they are very yummy
I want Pancakes, as you can see.
Pancakes, pancakes, nice and fluffy
Pancakes, pancakes, get them with honey
Yummy, Yummy Pancakes.
I eat them up like this!
Num!"

"Flip, and continue cooking until golden brown on bottom."

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Have you ever noticed the way someones hair is groomed? How it usually shines, not just a color, or cut? Or that they have a callick in their hair somewhere? Sometimes, little things are oblivious to the ignorant human eye. And other times, they are plain to see if your eye falls into an observant catagory. Starting with complex details first, I may say pancakes hair is of fine consistancy, is relativley shiney, and is thin. Its thinness could be because of how she has pulled a comb through it, ripping out strands, or it could be because she simply rarely takes care of it. The hairline she sports is straight, an average thing to have in her district. A small callick rises from the hairline, sending it cascading across to the left side of her hair. Wisps usually flyaway from the main portion of her hair, making her have the appearance her hair is not groomed properly. Now, the hair is the color of reddish honey gold, an odd color than mostly encircles her head in which seems like a pillow of syrup and butter mixed togetehter, creating a pancake like harmony of head.

Usually, her hair is fashioned into one of three styles, and occasionally, she will let her hair down, making sure it is indeed a good hair day. The first hair style is braids, just three braids braided together and pulled back by braiding them together, then clasping the ends with a multicolored hair tie. The next hair style is a large swooping of the hair, thrown into one side of her head. It is usually held askew by a multitude of hair bands. The last hair style is usually two braids, just hanging on the side. Sometimes she will use berry juice to paint in her hair, but usually, it remains her natural blondeish color.

The forehead that mounts the top of her face is fairly sized, a bit large to scale against the nose, but nothing much. Its like a vaulted ceiling, almost creating the illusion it is taller than it actually is. Probably because of the hairline that creates a smooth curve, allotting the hair to come down in a different direction than intended.

Her eyebrows are curved into an arch, nothing that looks too plucked. Because it is completley natural, every single piece of medium brown hair that remains in her eyebrows. They arn't thick, neither are they thin. They are just the right thickness.

Eyes. Ah, one of the most noticable features about a person. Pancakes are very... expressionate. They burn through their whites like glass against a sky or the bottom of a murky lake. It is a bright blue, hoisting itself up by its own pigment. A clear blue, but clouded a bit, like there is something beyond what she is looking at. Something of otherwordliness, almost. Like the blue is lit up by lights, only to be hazed by some cloud of mist that haphazardly rolled by. Yet, the eyes are ringed by a darker blue, if a little bit. It creates definition to the iris, sending it to almost shocking porportions. Looking past the iris, her eye whites are almost creamy colored, with small bloodshots sneaking from the corners. They seem to add to the insane look of her eyes. Her eyelashes are naturally blonde, which she dosent paint with another color. She claims they are unique, and likes to rip them, to wish upon their silky, blonde tendrils.

Her nose is long. Not nessicarily large, it just takes up much of her face, mostly the nostrils extending ever so slightly larger than other peoples. There is some lack of poetry to her nose, while not ugly, it just isnt... pretty. It dosent have much of a slope to it. It kind of sits there, sending a bit of normality to it. The nose could be why she isnt quite considered beautiful. With the nose, she could be considered normal. Normal in looks, at least.

A mouth of small porportine comes next. A small lip on the top, as with the bottom as well. Each small detail in the lip is denfined, from each crevice to each point in the lip. Probably due to the dark color that inhabits it, a raspberry shade that clashes against her pale skin.

Her skin is what it is defined as: Pale, thin, transulcent in some ways. It has small acne scars and freckles that litter the premisies of her skin, but other than that, it could be considered porcelien. Its simple paleness sits as a contrast to her vividly colored features, which usually gives her skin tone the appearance of being deathly pale.

Her chin is small, really, and sticks out just a bit. It leaves a small shadow, but honestly, nothing more. It is substancial enough, but it dosent quite showcase the skin perfectly, since it is pocked by small amounts of acne.

The neck is next. Long, but not that long. A beautiful attribute to her, it is made of the same skin material of the rest of her body, The bone structure on it shows slightly, the bone points sticking out, like in every other neck. The bones seem more prominent in the neck area, though.

Her shoulders are relativley spaced close to eachother, not close to broad. They are bony, of course, but in more of a thin way, not quite an exposed bone type way. The skin seems to be thinner around the shoulders.

Her upper body is normality all blended in. Her chest is on the smaller size of normal, just as anyone else her ages is. Then comes the stomach, which is flat, a little flabby, but nowhere near chubby. The posture is always laid back, so it appears she has more stomach fat than she actually does.

Her hips are quite narrow, normally porportionate to the rest of her body. The hip bones are not prominant, and as you move to her legs, you might wonder why the weight didnt distribute evenly.

Her legs are thin. Very, very thin, yet short legs. The thighs are very muscled, though not prominent. The calves, unlike other calves, have no flabbiness when you flick it. They remain to a stopping point of normallity.

Feet come next. They are size fives, and unusually small. They are probably the size of a normal childs feet, which she finds unnerving and somewhat intimidating.

Noneless.

Clothing is next, I presume. The way someone dresses usually reflects how they act. If they follow trends, they arn't that free of thinkers. If they go the opposite direction, they are either trying to make a statement or are just clueless.

We all know which one Pancake is.

The casual wear for Pancake is just that: casual. Most of the fabrics in her collection of clothes is light colored cotton or wool, in the winter.

In the summer, it starts with on the tank top is a pink or blue one, with thick straps and small buttons running up the front. A pair of shorts, cotton ones the color of snow, usually accompany a pair of flip flops.

Merging into fall, it usually is the summer top, a nutreal colored cardigan and a pair of jeans.

Winter usually has a long sleeved top, usually button up or something along those lines. A thick, downy jacket warms the boots in the shoes.

Spring is basically jeans and a tee shirt, a light jacket and a pair of boots.


In appearance, she could be the most normal person on earth.

Oh, but just you wait.
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The first aspect you will find, of course, is the one the bane of her existance may lay on. Some people its intense anger, others it may be the obsession with death or an animal. But, in some state of mind, Pancakes is one thing that is pretty odd: She is mentally insane. In not one way, but other ones than the normal way.

She cannot quite function properly. Well, in a society setting, really. She is..... Insane. Ok, fine I got it out. She is utterly mentally insane. Her mind is not quite what you would expect from her face, as stated above.

May I say again?

Mentally Insane.

The two words that hold her to the pivoting of the life.

INSANE.

She usually just simply goes crazy. Her mind is simply crazy. She is abnormally curious towards the things that her mind enroaches into its crevices, taking her to a place she didnt know existed.

A world full of voices that mock her in her sleep, a world full of enroaching things. They twist her mind as she is asleep, though it brings no ideals to the table in its attempt to stabalize itself in her mind.

She pushes it out, which might be part of her own happiness. But, it still plagues her, tiring out her mind, making the appearance that she might have a form of insanity that could be violent.

Yet, she dosen't.

Because she is an optimist in heart. She loves being... happy. She loves to skip along, smiling and laughing. She will talk to people, she will be kind to anyone who isnt kind to her.

Just because she sees the good in people. She knows that some people have issues, while others dont and the people with issues need friends as well.

She continues on her mission to simply be kind to other people, probably because of her simple feelings towards life. Be kind to others, something that she really needed to learn. Something other people need to learn.

Pancake has... talents. She is talented in things. Almost in an eerie way, she can memorize things quickly. Almost in a photographic way, she can remember how each detail in shop signs shows.

If you were to ask her the difference between the sign of the sock factory this year to the last, she would say that the paint has peeled off the letter "c" in the word sock, a piogen has visited it in the last year and left a present and a small piece of graffiti was tried to be covered up. Its almost an obsession with her, but it isnt a compulsion.

Its simply memorization.

Another trait may be the fact that she looses all memory except for store signs very easily. If she dosen't find it important information, which isnt very many things, like names and faces and dates, it slips her mind, leaving her totally blank.

It could be just like if you bought her a sweater, she would wear it the next day, but when you said "Oh, I like your sweater, remember me?" She would not know and have to go through the introduction process all over again.

It could be that she likes introductions, but I think it would be a bit unnessecary to repeat introductions over and over again, is this agreed?

For now, we can just say she has Severe Memory loss and move on? Of course we can.

Pancake is also a sensitive human being. Which can be a good thing, paired with the memory loss. She can outburst her emotions and completley forget about it the next day. It shows a good ideal inside the two couplings, rejoicing the two together into something truely remarkable.

Two odd traits that dont conflict?

Yes, two traits that mesh perfectly.

The meshing of these two traits can also have its disadvantages. People can give her odd looks the day after she has a meltdown and cause her to have yet another.

Ah, the beauty of her soul.
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A perfectly average day in district 8. Workers heading to work, children heading to school. clickety clack, clack clack Needles on a sewing machine go clickety clack clack clack The shoes go clickity clack clack clack, everything goes clickity clack clack clack

Except for a little girl, swathed in a green and white blanket. A little girl named Mary Smitt. A little girl born with blonde hair and blue eyes. Born to Luke and Maya Smitt, two hours earlier.

She looks like her father. All golden and sapphire. Except for a slight tint of her mother, mostly in her skin tone. A reminsing type of sigh washes over her parents.

A woman with a computer types up a birth certificate: clickity clack click click click click

Years later, when Pancake reaches the age of eleven, her name being the boring Mary. Her mind seems to wander, to forget, to see things. Demons, perhaps.

Or in all complexities, it was her mind speaking to her. Of course, she would go to stitch at the sock factory after school, running her hands under the machine.

This was when she litterally snapped.

The machine went flying off the old wooden desk. She kneeled on the ground, screaming at the "demon" that had done this to the grey and white machine.

We all know what happens next, no?

Pancake lifted her head. Was it dinner already?
No, too early. Breakfast was at the most half an hour ago.
She peered through the darkness, her eyes sifting through the person who walked into the room.
A flashlight the size of a dime shone through the room, revealing Pancakes yellowing body and the metallic things that sat around her.
It smelled like decay and metallic tastes. Her eyes hit the flashlight, and she hid her face in the simple grey dress that was given to her upon her arrival, what?
A month ago?
Probably more, but it was hard to keep track of the time in the asylum.
ASYLUM.
The word hit the tips of her mouth, making her cringe.
The woman who came in grabbed her by the wrist and unlocked the cage that she was in. Not a cage, a cell. With steel bars.
They walked down the hall of other bars and she was thrown into the flourecent lighting of a clean, orderly hallway.
"You've been unadmitted." The womans voice curled quickly. She was thrown into a tiled room where a shower head clicked on, showering her in a cold mess of water. A bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo were there. She managed to get herself clean enough.
She was given a pink shirt and grey pants, a beat up pair of shoes and was slowly inched out of the hallway, through a side shoot that caught her very suprised.

From there on, she got a job working in a coat factory. She lived in inexpensive hotels, hopping from room to room. She would go one place then another, then she would finally land in a place for a while, then move on to the next.

She retains a rather amnesia worthy lifestyle.

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Time to finish at: muttations

Colors:
Pancake.
Pancake Batter.
Syrup


Muse Music

• Eh, Eh.
  
• Everytime we touch
  
• Gold Guns Girls
  

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