Scoria Winchell Burns of the Capitol Slaves [Fin]

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[February ▾] [9th ▾] [Year of the 38th Hunger Games ▾]

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Generally, you are a skinny person, Scoria. If someone were to grasp the curvature of the face, they could tell that your face is a bit long, in relation to your age; however, the sharp decline does not suggest that you are underweight. (Just getting there). With a rounded off chin and a smile imbued with truthful mirth, some people could say that you are - at least - on a percentage of pretty or beauty. In any case, for an Avox, you are cared for, made example in your healthy, pink lips and - somehow and for some reason - lack of acne. Perhaps this is due to the pores or hormones finally having an equilibrium in the body. Dear Scoria, you have a button nose that has been under attack from pinching fingers in play, but you can show them your integrity with the eyes. Instead of - in a cliche - having the green orbs be the window of the soul, you let them be the exhibition of the soul; rather than just your mouth and actions, the eyes can sparkle with your truest emotions, and they hardly lie. To offset your appearance, you tend to have messed-up brows (from the chores) and the schedule of the cleansing given at the family's house says for you to have greasy hair, as you hardly have enough time to wash so thoroughly when there is a line of Avox lining up behind you and you are on a timer, shamefully. On another note: there is a mole on the upper-right of your forehead. (Your upper-right). Most times, your hair is down, allowed to flow to the chest; really the only time it is not down is when you are working on something that requires absolutely clear vision.

While you, Scoria, are an Avox, you do not seem to be given the most straining of tasks. Frankly, you lack real muscle, the product of hard labor. As with the thin frame of body, the bones are more prominent - but not to the point of looking like they are going to protrude and can be pulled out of the body at any given moment. You try to tend to your nails with the greatest care, but the paint and dirt from helping the master and his profession proves otherwise. By the end of the day, you do not really care about cleaning off the hands; after all, they are just going to get dirty again. That aside, your long fingers are usually riddled with many a cut and bruise, trailing up to your arms, even. As with being an Avox and under the whim of the master, your back is scarred from whipping and other forms of punishment. From whoever gave birth to you, there are a multitude of moles along the upper part of your back, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other.

Here in the legs is - of course - where your height is gained, Scoria. Being 5'7 does not exactly make you the tallest of women but certainly one of those skinnier maidens. Much like the hands, your legs have cuts from the hardship of serving such a demanding person. These are rather tight thighs, thanks to running around for errands. With no luxury of excessive lotion and moisturizer, your legs can have dried skin and patches of red; however, this is why you only dab the spots that have such problems. Might not be the best to do, but this is better than nothing. Your feet fill the shoes of seven or eight (depending on the brand). Such bony feet you have. Nails here are not better or worse than the fingernails, minus the paint.

Now onto your clothes: well, you could not expect more than that of which an Avox gets. As provided by the masters, you are required to wear a sort of uniform - or code of dressing - around their presence, and any defiance is resulted in harsh punishment, which you do not want. Scoria, you wear this purple-esque body vest, sleeveless, covering to the abdomen. This piece is rather tight and usually replaced after a couple or so holes. (Peculiarly, your masters are self-conscious of others' opinions on their Avox, and Avox wearing rags or clothes with a few cuts is, apparently, a no-no). For your legwear, gracious, you only wear this simple cloth in a skirt-like fashion. This little beige cloth is supposed to act as a defense to your hip and netherregion, but the sheet is hardly more than a past child's blanket. Because of how you tie the skirt-like contraption, a slim portion of your right thigh is exposed (from where the two ends tie together - which you do not do more knots). While the fabric is normal attire for you, you sometimes are given work jeans in case of those times you have to get down on the floor and scrub. You are administered work shoes as you do quite a lot of errands, at least.

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Lazy ---------- Hard-working
Quiet ---------- Social
Mean ---------- Nice
Serious ---------- Fun-loving
Messy ---------- Neat
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Aspiration: Love

Woman of no voice, you, Scoria, have to show your truest emotions through the actions and eyes, and so you tend to be rather honest. It is not really in your nature to be dishonest, especially since you have such a difficulty for others to understand what you mean in terms of your emotions. After all, a wave of the hand can mean one thing and you meant the other. While you could write, finding the time to do so is a burden in of itself. Except when you are flirting and having a fun time with toying around another person's romantic aspects, you generally show yourself as who you are at the time. Sadness is with sadness; happiness to happiness; so on and so forth. Rarely do you expect the same from others; after all, you respect that each person has their behaviors - though you do expect to not be lied to all the time. Just be sure to keep your emotions fully in check, or else you want to hurt somebody with your cold shoulder treatment, Scoria.

Without a doubt, you are one flirtatious girl. For a reason, though. As people have fun with jokes, riddles, and sometimes playing pranks, here is your prank - even if sometimes cruel. In your actions, you may lavish a man about their smooth muscles and a woman about her eyes. Really, flirting either sex does not matter to you; because, in your eyes, toying around like this is the most fun to you. After all, you do not mean for the flirting to be truth. This is the exception to your honest bit. You find laughter in how you exaggerate one's finer - or average - points on their body, or how you praise one's personality without emotional meaning. While this does get you in trouble with many, this is how you joke. Due to your way of having fun, you do sometimes hurt others. If you wanted to be more considerate of romantic infatuation,think twice on how you would feel to be led on only to be false commenting.

Despite your circumstances, Scoria, you are appreciative of what you have. Being an Avox still guarantees your life, and you have accepted your status - for the most part. You can be rather optimistic about life because of this side of personality. As a portion of being grateful, you can be happy and satisfied in what you have. Perhaps this is from you viewing other people's lives and comparing them to yours. Because you have seen the darker halves of lives, you often think that at least your life was not like theirs. Though the statement can be mean to say or think, that is truth to you. There is always a negative consequence to this line of thinking: you tend to forget what is considered 'bad' and considered 'good'. Just because you are whipped less than the person next to you does not mean that whipping, in general, is good. Whipping is whipping; you must not forget that conceptual badness is still wrong. Losing yourself to appreciation would be a crime.

We will now begin with the picture analysis, starting with the heart. I can see this as a symbol for your optimistic personality; but, also, you, Scoria, see the world retaining some light - symbolized in the heart being surrounded by darkness. You love that the world, even though it is not the best. Such love cannot be created by merely emotion, thus you need the firework, or a means of loving something. In this case, you love the world because of your appreciation, which is your means. By understanding that this universe gave time and chance for you to live, you love it. With this analysis, I gather that you are a loving individual, despite what the world has done to you; although, you will need to keep your appreciation alight to not fall into the darkness and pessimism.

Colorful yarn as your second choice can depict yourself having the potential to get caught up in things. Why I say this is because the string in the picture is not yet woven, but it is there, nonetheless. Thanks to having such colors, you can deal with certain situations differently - even if you were to get entangled with varying emotions. As the background is white, it would be safe to assume that you try to take situations with positiveness. Mainly, the emotions you take on are caution or with intelligence (yellow), acceptance with perhaps some sophistication (blue-purple), and love (red), with heavier emphasis on caution and intelligence (represented how the yellow is the center piece). However, just because you try to be positive does not mean that you are not subjected to snares; with red being one of your choices, Scoria, you can be subjected to hatred and being moody about the situation.

Third, from the choice of a fish in a bowl, might represent your perception of being an Avox. Fish cannot speak and must depend on the water (perhaps the masters) for living, as oxygen is located in this 'terrain' and cannot flow in the fish's body through land-living organism's means. Rather, you must filter living through water (masters), and you depend solely on it (them); because, without them, you would be somewhere else - or dead. Masters controlling your life reflects and 'flips' the world you see. Instead of appearing normal, the city you see is 'upside-down' and 'above' you; you think that having such a world is beyond your reach and trying to obtain the world would only result in being 'not normal'. After all, you are an Avox, and they will never be 'normal' again. From outside the 'glass bowl', you do indeed see the real life, but you cannot obtain this one either. Simply, you are left to the masters, and forever will you be 'silenced' and 'trapped' in the place you are in right now, wide-eyed and moving lips though not able to say words.

Lastly, the fourth picture - a flower clock - showcases how you view yourself, Scoria. As affected by your perception of being an Avox, now you see yourself as being only a pretty face (the flowers) but mechanical inside (the clock). You have low self-esteem of your purpose in life, serving as a doll-faced maid to the masters. Sadly, you must have forgotten what it is like to be 'human'. This is not to say that you believe you have no emotions, but you have persuaded yourself into thinking that you are not truly 'human' anymore but solely an 'Avox', low people. Forgetting to recognize that 'humans' are turned into 'Avoxes' does not help you to understand that your time is ticking inside. While you are young, you do not comprehend that death will be your salvation, and that will come in 'time'. Death, to you, is not treated as a good thing, perhaps one of your few less optimistic subjects.

Generally, your personality can be described as light, as all four pictures have an aspect of white. Though you are mostly optimistic, a few topics can make you uneasy and not looking forward to the future. You have low self-esteem of your purpose and personality, but that does not stop you in treating situations in three general ways. Love is your aspiration, and you love dearly and passionately - romantically or not. Scoria, you may have forgotten that being an Avox also means you are human, but you do recognize that being flirty has its quirks - even if Avoxes should not be 'flirty'. Some things you should watch out for are unintentionally hurting others, forgetting key concepts, and failing to see bad moments as 'bad' despite not being the worst; but, overall, you do have good intentions and are rather honest about your feelings.

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That of which is a finely-shaped sunstone must represent your childhood, Scoria. So precious and vibrant, shaped well, and cared for, this must have been the life you had. According to the data, as a child, you were energetic and full of energy, born to a Mr. and Mrs. Stagnan Burns. Your mother, Volca, and father were both miners, though your father dealt with extracting and mother identifying and price-setting. At this time, your life was - generally - average. From time to time, you had the parents arguing over Stagnan's health, as he was quite rough with the product sometimes. If the precious stuff was broken too small, they were hardly able to be sold properly, and your mother would complain about this to the husband. Nevertheless, your life was quite good.

I guess I can assume that you were a bit mischievous as a youth, Scoria. Instead of being flirty which you are now, you liked to trick people with puzzles and riddles that were unsolvable. You would think of all kinds of puzzles and make some - intentionally - unsolvable. Rather harmless, but nonetheless somewhat mean of you. Well, you got out of that habit, and moved on in life. Since you were little, you wanted to be a person that dealt with transporting coal efficiently and with haste. Most jobs dabbled in harvesting the black substance or small minor professions, but there were already many small apothecaries and the District of 12 majored in coal production. Since this was not the place for burning them, you said that the only profession that would be for the interest of the masses was transportation - especially how to get large amounts onto the train to the Capitol.

However, despite being an adult, you never did get rid of all that mischievous behavior, Scoria.

Due in part to your rather generous nature as a girl who saw much poverty (the fragile jar) as a spiral of coin loss (the coins scattered on the floor), you - of your own free will - stole coal from your father's cart and would give them to the ones that had less or were known to be in poverty. (You would only steal little amounts). While this may not have been enough to make such a significant difference, every coin counted in your book. Scoria, no one really noticed your kindness - except your father, and he was on the negative spectrum of your kindness. He kept his eyes on you as you were growing up to a teenager, and his own work being dispersed to the other workers. Eventually, his heart had turned to coal.

You must have been terribly hurt by how he sold you to justice. Not even your mother could save you after he reported you for years of stealing. Besides, she was on the assumption that someone else had turned you in. So you had to say good-bye to your parents and little sibling, Fehss, and to the tongue you had for sixteen years. In the end, you could not blame him for turning you in; however, now you wished you could have said sorry to him for all that stealing, an accumulation of more than two-hundred coal pieces after pilfering for about six years.

Avox, puppy, and old enough to be given away to another owner, never to see Mother and Father, you were punished to have your tongue cut out and waiting for masters to claim you. Not long had passed when someone - judging you pretty - took you, with a smile on their faces. You could only smile back, still numb from the experience. As now a servant of the prestigious Warren family, you were assigned to be the personal Avox of a pretentious Daryl Warren, who was just about one or two years older than you. He ordered you around for everything - even changing him, much to your initial chagrin. For some reason, his eye was on you; and, still to this day, you have no idea for the reason. Sort of a bold fellow, Daryl would passionately drag you by the arm everywhere, smirking. To your shame, you had to.

Now two years since, you have been serving this family, Scoria. You cannot say you want freedom - even if you could talk - because you are somewhat afraid of the possibility of death. There is just so many things out in the world that need resolving and patching up, and death would not allow that. Running away, you feel, is more of a childish dream, as being an Avox was the lesser of the two evils they could have done to you, you think. Appreciation for being an Avox; yes. Daryl is still just as bossy as ever, and you have to do everything for him, like doing his chores. All because you continually stole from your father and he turned you in.

In a way, you both were selfish. You poor, unlucky girl.

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She who is in the fire of cackles is Jessica Serfaty.
Much like her voice, there is hardly anything on her - minus errand items.

Hard to swallow, but worth it for the sweet confections.
Believing that she is "DEAD INSIDE", the Avox must fade slowly.