Re: G.a.r.n.e.t Lipari \\ District 3 {{DONE}}
Oct 11, 2011 5:58:54 GMT -5
Post by l.a.c.e.y on Oct 11, 2011 5:58:54 GMT -5
G . a . r . n . e . t .
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Main : FFCCFF
Thoughts : FFA3CC
Speaking : FF7A99
Thoughts : FFA3CC
Speaking : FF7A99
Dancing through a field of flowers.
[/i].// b a s i c s \\.
Her name is Garnet Lipari
Her age is 17
Her gender is female
Her district is 3[/sub]
.// a p p e a r a n c e \\.
I’m afraid that I’m not much of a masterpiece to look at. In fact, dear, you might just call little me the opposite, an ugly seventeen year old girl, living in the place known as District 3. Yuck! What a nasty place this small district is. Whatever, let’s move on to me again, shall we. Well, for starters, you can describe me as a warm person, I absolutely l o v e to wear colors like red, orange, and yellow. I suppose that it is just in my blood. Still, those colors are very rare around here in the district of electronics and grayness. Still, warm colors give me hope. That is what I really need these days I suppose.[/color]
Another thing about Miss Garnet, I am like not totally average. For one, you can’t call me boring. Cause, I’ll tell you that that’s not me. Personally, I like the way that I stand out in the crowd with my mop of bright orange hair that sits on my head. Oh, what a disgrace to this place, someone with bright hair. Whatever. That is how I am, a person that cannot stand where she is forced to live. So, that’s my hair basically, orange as the sunset sky. Another small detail though, the pin I always wear, a small crystal flower thing that reflects light rather well. It makes me think happy, as if that is possible.
Oh, another thing about me. I’m like a twig ready to snap off of a large tree. In other and more exact words, I am a skinny girl, very malnourished you may say. I never have enough food, gosh, my family is really poor. My height is also like t twig, long and tall. Yeah, so what, I’m a bit taller then everyone. It doesn’t make me a different person in reality though; I’m still just Garnet, the same old, boring person.
Okay, last thing about me and how absolutely ugly I am. All I have left to tell you is about my eyes. They, just like my hair, are really rather bright considering the environment that I am, and was always, brought up in. In reality, they are a shining green that is a bit reflective if I may add. In the middle, near the big dot, I have small flecks of blue that seem to revolve around my eye. You really can’t see them though, unless you are looking into my eyes very hard. I can proudly say though, not many people have bothered to go that deep. I’d be scared if they did.
.// p e r s o n a l i t y \\.
To describe me in how I act. Well, I’m sure that it in truth isn’t the least bit hard. You can already tell how I am, a sarcastic teenage brat. Well, yeah I am like that. Still, you could also include that there is much more to me then just that. Oh, you don’t even know half of the horrors. I’ll tell you all of that good stuff in just a second. First though, I would like to torture you by telling you to ponder how I am. Do you think that I’m nice, mean, selfish, or arrogant? Well, I’ll tell you, just be patient.
To begin, if all you little guessers out there thought that I am open, then I give a congrats to you. One thing about me is that I will freely say anything about what I want. Yes, this is a terrible habit, I know. Still, how can a girl like me resist. Still, I have begun to cut down on this trait, considering all the trouble that I’ve received lately. Some of it, yeah, you’ll get to hear in just a second. Before that though, I must tell you the other thing that just might happen to shock you about how I happen to be.
Okay, so the last thing about me, I’m a pessimist. Oh, I know that you would never believe it. Still, what can I say, the tragedies in my life have brought me to a rather short conclusion. There is no happiness in this here world. I imagine that you can even here how sarcastic and lively I am about explaining this rundown place I call home. Big deal, the games and other junk like that can just go die in a hole for all I care. Darn, to me this place is just worthless. There will be no convincing me otherwise.
.// h i s t o r y \\.
Okay, so you want to know about my past life? That’s perfectly fine with me I suppose I could say. All I can say is to be cautious though, there are many things hidden in my past that might be best for you to forget once you know them. Yes, some of this hurts and for much of it, I feel guilty. Still, you can’t change the past can you? Not in this time, this place, and this earth.
It all started, as I may say, when I was only at the age of eleven years old. My brother, Cole, was at the age of ten, one year younger than me. We had been working most of our lives, yes; I can promise you that it wasn’t easy. Both of us kids, at the time were kept in a small factory where small parts, such as screws and nails were made and stored. Both of us, you could call me especially, an inventions freak. In all, we both loved to build.
So, one day, maybe midsummer we were working there. The machines were giving us grief and both of us wanted to head home so we could run outside in the yard or plan something else that we wanted to make. I, yes I, had an idea to take a measly screw from out work. Cole and I needed it for a project that we were working on. At the time, Cole and quickly grabbed a metal piece up, being much more naïve then I was.
Quickly, a Peacekeeper was behind him, a bullet through my brother’s skull. I was choked up, unable to speak as I just tried not to look down. All I could think about was Cole, his life for my mistake. It was my fault and I knew it. Still, I was quiet; my eyes literally glazed over as I finished my work and went home. To be haunted by the image of my brothers for life.
Soon after I’m afraid, it was once again time for the reaping of the dreaded Hunger Games. You could say, that now it was my older brother’s time to face his death. His name was Jaden and yes, he was only about fourteen at the time. I knew from the beginning that my elder brother didn’t have a single hope. My grief came early as he succeeded to be wasted away on the second day of the games.
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