Dinko Ladzar, District 9
Jul 31, 2011 16:48:03 GMT -5
Post by grikey95 on Jul 31, 2011 16:48:03 GMT -5
Hello my name is Dinko Ladzar
I am male at 17 years of age.
District 9 has been my home for as long as I can remember.
Appearance
You are asking what I look like? Well, if you cant see me standing in front of you I will describe myself. I’m quite average, standing at a height of 5’9” and weighting around 130 pounds. Give or take. Being lighter than most guys my age I am a very fast runner, from all the years of hunting before the district job switches. I have dirty blond hair, probably from my father’s side of the family. The only thing that sticks out about me is my eye’s, which are as blue as any clear sky; they are also dotted with white specs, like clouds. I don’t see anything special about them, but when ever I talk to people, that’s all they seem to notice about me.
As far as other physical features my head is slightly out of proportion for my body. I, like any one else in the middle to lower districts has scars and other ailments. I have claw-like marks running my up my legs, almost like blood poisonings. These marks are from years and years running though brambles and bushes while hunting. I have two other big scars or indents both on my wrist., winding around my whole wrist like chains. These scars have badly defaced most of my wrist making them very skinny. But I’m not sure I want to tell you how I got them. Lets just say life is fucked up sometimes and people aren’t whom you think they are.
Now about my wardrobe, nothing fancy old boots, light wool coats, long sleeve button down shirts, and jeans. People normally see me around in old worn-down brown boots, jeans and black long sleeve black shirt. On my left wrist I wear and old watch. The watch has dark tan band made of tightly wove pieces of twine and a small face in which you can see the gears turn. I received this watch from my long time mentor Anders. Did I mention I hate hats? That’s about it on my day-to-day appearance.
Personality
Me… you’re now asking about me… What can I say that won’t get me in trouble with the law? Well for one, I try to have a good time, you know, since life is so depressing in Panem, you have to have fun when you can. “Fun” is more like me being reckless; I am very addicted to this form of adrenaline. Which consists of climbing, jumping off anything high off the ground and pulling pranks on people. I also have gotten in quite a lot of fights. Some of the peacekeepers have gotten quite annoyed with my antics. The most memorable I ever played was on a new peacekeeper, Thomas. Every evening Thomas would walk home on a trail leading to the eastern side of the district. Did I mention that Thomas was short, fat and he horded food? One day my sister and I decided we would teach this little punk a lesson. While he was walking home I walked behind him steeling the loads of food in his pack and replacing it with rocks and a snake. The little punk didn’t even notice until he got home. We gained a whole lot of bakery bread and some beans. It was one of the great moments I shared with my sister.
My positive attitude some times ticks people off but I could care less. Though I am mostly a happy camper there are some days, normally on Thursdays that I just am not happy. I’m quite quiet for such an energetic person, I tend to sit back and watch until the time is right to cheer someone up or pull a prank. That is a good skill for hunting, though since we don't hunt any more it does not matter. This in fact leads to another topic patients. Most people that lived in district 9 during the hunting days were patient. I was on the tail end of that era so I have very patient. People these days just like to get the job done as fast as possible.
I have to say the biggest flaw in myself, that I see, is how I trust almost anyone; from family, lifelong friends to acquaintances I met at the market yesterday. Trust is a tricky thing, you have to have it but it’s hard to find. You’d think you could trust your family right? Well not everyone’s parents are like that, mine were not and I learned this the hard way. Another flaw is stubbornness, if you tell my I can't do something, I will prove you wrong. This stubbornness runs in the family, my mother, my sister and I are all strong headed. This trait sometimes leaves me feeling shut out from other people, almost like I am too hard headed to get a long with.
History
Ladzar family history… dates back before the creation of Panem, but I will just start with my immediate family. I have a father, a mother and an older sister, Laura. My mother was abusive to my sister and I. It started at age four for a reason still unknown today by Laura and I. She would beat us with a old rolling pin for no apparent reason, shouting mean words at us, but never doing it when dad was around. Not once did my father intervene and tell her she was doing wrong, he loved her too much, trusted her when she said it wasn’t her. Despite the huge purple bruises on our bodies. Whenever he saw the bruises he would turn his head sideways and say to me: “If you would just man up and put on some muscle Dinko you wouldn’t be getting beat up.” I was 5 years old. It hurt to hear that every weak of my childhood.
I did man up, one day, at the age of 14. At that time Laura was 16 we had enough of the abuse. We were both big enough to take on my mother. We had planned that the next time she came in and beat us we would hit her back. This was something we had never done before. One day in the month of December she went into one of those furies and attacked us. We fought back; I held a rolling pin while Laura used her bare hands. Letting out all of the hurt we had been holding in. We were yelling, screaming and telling her how much pain she had caused us. I wont give you the details. We beat her until she was unconscious and bloody; we knew she had only moments left of life.
At the end we knew what we did, we couldn’t take back. Dad was going to get home late so we figured out what we were to do. We needed a way to dispose of the body... fire! We ended up shoving my mother’s body in the fireplace and letting it burn. The look on Lauras face told me she was satisfied. In the end Laura decided she had to run, because being 16 years old she could be beaten by dad, tried by the peacekeepers or sentenced to death. So that night I helped her pack her bags, I cried the whole time. Right before she left the grabbed both of my hands and looked me in the eyes and said to me: ‘Tell dad mom has not gotten home yet. I doubt he will hurt you. I am going to leave but I promise as soon as you turn 18 I will be back for you. I promise. Do you best with what you have. I love you.’ She kissed me on the forehead and left. I am still waiting for the day I turn 18.
As soon as my father got home I told him that mom was not home yet. He said we would find her. My father noticed that the house smelled odd, but it did not seem to bother him. From hours of working in a smelly factory my father could not smell bakery bread or other smells. We looked all night; all day, all week, all year and we never found her. My father didn’t punish me instead he went into apathy; doing nothing and caring about nothing. The only things that my father ever did was work and sit at the kitchen table, face in hands. He barely said a word to me. From them on I was taking care of my self, surviving. As you guess I was in shock for about a year, I did nothing but take care of my self, sit in the shit hole that my life had become, until one day. That day I was out wallowing in my sadness and walking to town, I met an older man by the name of Anders and we talked for a good while. This man later became the father figure I never had. Anders watched out for me, helping me, educating me and supporting me. He told me one thing that is the reason I am not mentally ill. ‘Look son, life sucks, your life sucks, get used to it. But remember that you can choose the way you look at life.’
I fill my days creating laughs for others and hunting. Living my life as best I could, waiting for the day I turned 18 so I could get out of here.
Code word: Odair
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