Moxie Goulding, District One- WIP

Moxie Goulding, District One- WIP Aug 2, 2011 18:43:41 GMT -5

Post by signaltonoise on Aug 2, 2011 18:43:41 GMT -5

Moxie Goulding grinned as she tidied her hair in the large bathroom mirror, still fogged up from her recent shower. Pride. Pride in beauty that was irreplaceable by any other worldly thing imaginable. She knew she was beautiful. Her family knew she was beautiful. All the boys knew she was beautiful- and it was the boys who she desired to know this simple fact. Her perfect nose (after having had it redone) was straight, even and free of freckles. Her high cheek bones were carefully tanned to perfection. Her chin? Perfect. It had to be. Everything had to be perfect. She ruffled her long black hair in the mirror and continued to gaze at herself. Entrancing.... This is what I must be. It is what I am.

She felt like a goddess- until she had to put on her own make-up. It's just not fair, she pouted, Perri has three people who do her make-up. I never get anything I need, She took the opportunity to practice her irresistible pouty face, then moved on to coyly biting her lower lip. That's the ticket. Work those beautiful blue eyes, she murmured to herself before she put a thick layer of mascara and eyeliner on her lashes. She felt she needed little else, except to maybe pluck a stray eyebrow hair.

She needed to be perfect. To be perfect was to be accepted. To be accepted was to become a Capitolite. It was all she ever dreamed of. Those fancy outfits! Those dashing young men and parties so extravagant they lasted for whole weekends! She wanted into their ways. Into their lives. Into their hearts.

Maybe she could marry one of the wealthy "business" men the next time one came to District One. But she knew her best bet was by winning the Hunger Games. Then, she would be loved by them. Accepted by them. Her dream would come true.

It was a perfect dream for a perfect princess who lived in her tower. Above the people who toiled for their living. Above those who she regarded as scum. Among them? Hiatus Rickora. The scum of the earth. The father of scum.

He teased her when she was little. Her braces. Her nose. Her body. Her feet. Her everything. He crushed them because he could. He still did it now. And he always will. It was an incessant and cruel form of teasing that had been going on since his parents sent him to her father's training school. Sometimes it was just a mocking silence that taunted her into anger. Other times- normally when he was with his friends- he would corner her and make remarks about how imperfect she really was. How pathetic her life always would be. She would never be a victor. She was too stupid. Too ugly. Too weak. The torment continued through her- no matter how hard she tried to forget, his voice always came back to her. You're going to fail, Moxie. You will always be a failure.

She joined her father at breakfast and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she sat down at the end of the table. Now, she was the student. Not the daughter. Her father was a tall and muscular man who had been raising his daughters as tributes from birth. Mr. Goulding was a bit thick around the middle, but his muscles were still strong and he often sparred with the students. He had a strong voice that resounded through the entire facilities, a brave laugh and a tendency to boast and eat too much lobster bisque.

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