Deacan Greaves, District 5
Mar 19, 2012 18:57:59 GMT -5
Post by deacan on Mar 19, 2012 18:57:59 GMT -5
Name: Deacan Greaves - Ghost
Age: 67
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 5
Appearance:
7 Years before the Rebellions between the Capitol and the Districts. It was cold out, the district having little power due to being in the middle of switching from their previous occupation to oil production. This comes after a discovery of oil in the area, prompting the Capitol to send in equipment to mine it; of course they own it all unless you can afford a rig and refinery, which many could not. The capitol has sent rigs all over the District, leaving very few areas that would stay clean.
The power flashed as Jenessa screamed. Lysander went outside, waiting at the fence for just that moment. The fences seemed to be going out a lot. It must have had something to do with all the heavy machinery the Capitol was bringing in. He climbed the fence, getting shocked a little as he got to the top, the power flickering on for a second and sending Lysander down to the ground. It wasn't a terribly high fall, but for his man in his late 40s, it was hard on his bones. He stood up, his ribs aching as he walked into the wilds right outside the fence. Unlike other districts, most of the surrounding area was flat plains with large fields of wheat and grain outside of it. Lysander wondered for a moment, why the Capitol didn't let them keep harvesting the food since it was so plentiful right outside the fence, but of course that answered its self. If they harvested too much, people would get stronger.
Before leaving the fence, Lysander took the opportunity to lift the fence up, leaving a small enough space for him to crawl back through. It was a simple plan, but then again, Lysander never was one for long plans. He wondered out into the fields, looking for a rare herb his father taught him about. It was something passed down in the family, said to bring good luck. He found it finally, a white carnation, in the center of a field of red. He ran in and picked it, not paying attention to the cuts he was getting running to it, but something was. As he picked the rose and sprinkled some of its pollen in the same spot, he heard a growling. He started to run back to the town and dove under the fence. Thankfully the beast, probably a side effect from the Great War, was to large and feral to get under.
Lysander finally made it home, only to see a snake latched on to his wife and his sister dead on the floor. Most snakes didn't come this far, and fewer still could fit through the fence without getting deep fried. Then he remembered the hole he made to escape. As he thought back, he remembered small winding tracks going through it, making a pattern in the dirt. This was the cause of the tracks. Lysander pulled the snake off and snapped its neck, but not before he was bit as well. He took his wife to the hospital, but died in the waiting room. His wife gave birth to twins. One a pale white, whose had little meat. The child seemed to be less fed than the other twin, who came out strong and fit, but was unfortunately dead. It seems the one who had gotten the more sustenance also got most of the venom, leaving the pale child to survive with only a small dosage.
On that day, two ghosts were brought into this world, a dead child and a pale white kid. As he had no family, the pale child was put up for adoption and taken in by someone who could afford it. A man who was put in charge of one of the refineries and had the money to afford his own rig. The man thought hard before naming him after the man's father, Deacan.
A Ghost in the Machine[/u][/size]
By now, the Capitol had given a few refineries and rigs to the denizens of District 5. This was little more than a gesture though, since they still got majority of the profits and money. This was, possibly, done to increase the gap between people in District 5, preventing them from becoming to close and forming a close standing group. With the rising tensions from the rebellions from 13, they couldn’t be too careful after all. By now, the rebellions had started and war was breaking out. Refineries and rigs were producing as much as possible and using as much labor as ever, booming the economy of District 5. This, however, made them a target for sabotage.
At the age of 5, the rebellions were closing in. The man who had taken in Deacan and named him was pushing his factories to their limits. Things started to break all around and Lysander was suspecting sabotage by members of D13. The war was out, but no one would fully blow up an oil rig yet. No one would want the backlash of being branded murderers. By this time, Lysander noticed that Deacan had a knack for technology. Though he would always wander the factories, he easily hid, no easy feat considering how his pale body stood out from the bronze metal. He was constantly climbing around and on pipes. Lysander couldn’t keep hold of him without a wrench or something to do with machines. It was unique, since most of the people who were old enough to work the factories were born to cut food and grow things. Deacan was one of the first of the generations of “Black Rats” as Lysander referred to them. A Black Rat was a child raised or born around oil rigs and refineries and they were becoming much more common. These kids, Deacan included, were beginning to get very good at tinkering with the machines and the pipes. Deacan was an exceptional case though, as Lysander was in charge of both a plant and a refinery. This meant that, as long as Lysander had been his parent, he had lived inside the refineries and rigs. Deacon was also rather troublesome because of this though. He had a habit of popping out from between the pipes and making ghost noises, scaring the workers. Lysander repeatedly had to tell them it was only Deacan, but since they almost never saw him aside from around the pipes, many had thought of him as a ghost or a guardian spirit that was protecting the factory. By this point, Deacan was already repairing minor problems in the plants, such as small cracks that others couldn’t see or reach. Due to his habit of climbing through the pipes, Lysander had noticed that, even though sabotage was going on with all the plants and refineries, his plant was barely losing any production speed. Over the next 3 years, Lysander taught Deacan all about the rigs and refineries, making him one of the youngest “members” of his team, though it was all unofficial.
The Birth of Elegance, Come forth White King[/u][/size]
The rebellions are in full swing. At 9 years old, Deacan starts to witness the atrocities of war. The 5th District is in the war and is a target for both sides. Military law has taken over. Deacan, for the first time since he was born, begins to venture outside the rigs and refineries to see the world. If it had not been for his skin, his life would be different. He would be accepted and Lysander would have let him out more.
Deacan ran around one day, walking outside the factory for the first time in a week. The rebellions are at nearly the edge and everything in the world has gone to heck. The skies are black with smoke from the Capitol forcing the refineries to run constantly and putting guards at every door. Deacan sneaks out of an air vent against Lysander’s “orders”, the rules he put down to keep Deacan safe. Deacan has his wrench and other tools on his belt as he falls to the ground. He sees a Capitol peacekeeper walking through the streets like a lord. The peacekeeper takes money from the citizens in the stalls and no one says a word. Deacan, not knowing the way of the world, assumes that the man must be royalty, maybe a District 1 upper tier family member. Deacan runs up to the man and follows him, doing the same things as the man, taking food and goods on the stalls. Many people stare at Deacan like he is a monster and a demon. It has been nearly a month since he came out of the refinery and before that, he had never left. His food was brought back by Lysander. A man grabs Deacan’s hand and scolds him. Deacan cries and looks at the man, asking why that man can do it but Deacan can’t. The peacekeeper turns around with a nightstick drawn, the man simply looks away as the stick comes down on Deacan, dislocating his shoulder. As Deacan falls he sees a man with a pin that says “D13” on it walk up and stab the man. The man was evil, sure, and corrupt without a doubt, but why did he deserve to be killed. This was Deacan’s first encounter with the truth. In war, this is no good or evil, this is just murder and death.
Deacan woke up in the keeper station. He looked around confused as he saw the man in white, the Peacekeeper, being wheeled into the morgue. In an instant, a keeper broke into the room Deacan was in. It wasn’t much, a blank room with a table and 2 chairs, Deacan in one of them. Upon looking at the man, Deacan noticed it was the same man that had the cloak covering him when the white keeper was stabbed. The man yelled at Deacan for hours, telling Deacan he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone who he was. Outside the room, he saw the Peacekeeper on a television being stabbed. The man dropped his nightstick and fell to the ground as the news program zoomed in on the D13 pin. It was propaganda, framing D13 for killing peacekeepers for no reason. The white, cruel peacekeeper looked like a fallen saint in the video. Deacan realized then that he could not trust the Capitol, but he also had something lit inside him. A strange desire to be like that peacekeeper. To be right no matter what happened. At the time he didn’t notice it, but he had already thought that, to be right, you must be noble. If you are nobility, or act like it, then nothing you do is wrong.
A week later, Deacan saw the other side of evil. He saw that his father, Lysander, was strung out on his refinery with a large C on his forehead. No one acknowledged it, but from how he was strung up and how little tearing of the flesh, it had to be an inside job. No one even heard him scream. It was undoubtedly someone from the District. On his chest was a note. “This is what happens to those who rebel.” At this point, they all thought it had to be someone from the Capitol, but Deacan saw something Lysander’s feet. He saw a D13 pin. With everything that happened that day, Deacan went into the refinery and cried for hours, the sobbing could be heard clear through the factory, bouncing off the pipes for hours.
The Grim Reapings [/u][/size]
The fighting had ended. No one truly knew why it ended so abruptly or what happened to the people in each District that supported the 13th. Anyone that had the 13th pin on during the rebellions just suddenly left. Half of them went on a train to the Capitol, where no one really knew what happened, and the rest simply disappeared. Due to this, the Districts had a sudden decrease in population and workforce. For District 5, this posed a serious problem. Almost half of the refineries, rigs, and power plants were run by and worked by supporters of 13. With them gone, many unqualified people began to step up, dropping the Capitol’s oil income by nearly 15% all at once. Over the next few years, it gradually went up and up, but this wasn’t all at once. The Decrease in production spurred the Capitol to offer “incentives” to work Capitol owned rigs instead of privately owned ones. One of these incentives came to Deacan’s rig and refinery.
At the age of 10, having recently had a birthday near the time the rebellions were squashed, Deacon was supposed to be at The Reapings, like all other residents of the District. However, due to his skin condition being relatively rare, he was able to fake being sick on the day of The Reapings. Instead of being in the square, he was forced to watch from the refinery that was his home. During the 1st year of the Reapings, the crowds roared when they heard about the rewards for being a winner. No one truly understood the viciousness of the Capitol. The day went on as usual and then it happened. All of the televisions turned on and were showing the games. Due to a glitch in the system, the Capitol didn’t have a great signal. Some places were still unwired due to the rebellions and some wires only messed up occasionally, making them hard to fix and find. During the first year of The Hunger Games, the video cut out repeatedly. All that people saw were flashes of tributes being torn asunder by vicious monsters. They were large beasts, strong and vicious, that tore through the various sceneries. Each beast was marked with a number on its back and there were 14 of them. One beast, named C by the crowd for it’s marking, was rather passive and hunted game for the tributes to eat and one by the crowd name 13, was violent and vicious, attacking the tributes from each district. This was less about pleasing the Capitol and more about showing the force of the Capitol, if another rebellion started. It also implanted the thought that the Capitol was the provider and the Districts were going to die without it.
A few weeks later, a person came to visit the refinery. It was privately owned and Deacan was expecting it, but they still had no idea it was coming. Deacan was, as always, the Guardian Ghost of the Factory. He had been tinkering with the place longer than most of the people who worked there, and from it, he had gained an intuition about it. He could easily find and fix most damages as they were happening or not long after. This made it very hard for the new maintenance men to work, seeing a pale white face with red eyes in the dark scared them. After awhile, the new maintenance crew started to tinker with things that weren’t broken. The manager of the factory noticed it, but did nothing to stop it. So it fell to Deacan, a 10 year old boy, to keep an entire factory and rig from falling to disrepair and the crew leaving, though the crew was just the maintenance crew since everything else was automated. Through the next 8 years, Deacan would meticulously and constantly repair the factory and rig, repairing all damage done by the workers. Eventually the Capitol appointed crew ran away from the rig, calling it haunted by a ghost, though most people in the district new it was not a ghost, solely from Lysander and the old maintenance crew’s stories of their supposed “Ghost.”
The End of the Line, Yet so Early [/u][/size]
Deacan found out after a long time of watching people, that the true evil of the Capitol was it’s harsh control over people. In his 20s, when he was still curious, he ventured over the fence, using rubber gloves and shoes to insulate himself. This allowed him to freely come and go from the District as he pleased, the security of this area only being the fence and the beasts outside. From that point on, Deacan frequently visited the same spot his father did, to tend to the field of carnations.
Deacan was aging well and, due to his reputation as a “Guardian Spirit” of the refineries and rigs, he was able to get steady employment no matter the situation, constantly being asked to come and inspect each factory, even some that were Capitol owned and ran. From the time he was 19 to the time he was in his 60s, Deacan was alone. His only companions being the workers who came and went from his home, the main refinery where he bought a space of residence, and the whistling and roaring of the machines.
[/blockquote]Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:
Age: 67
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 5
Appearance:
Deacan Greaves, nicknamed Ghost, fits his name well. He wears black sunglasses, even at night and a white trench coat at most times. When walking around, the only flesh exposed on his body is his face and head. White gloves cover his hands and long pants cover his legs. He tends to wear white shoes and must constantly clean them any time he walks through the district. He wears a white tie and an under-vest at almost all times when he isn't working. When at work, his attire is entirely reversed. While in public, he dresses for appearance and comfort, when he works he dresses solely for functionality. He wears a black pair of overalls and a large belt that can hold nearly every type of wrench, bolt, screw, or nut he needs. Though it weights a bit, it is tied tightly to his waist to prevent sliding. His white tie is replaced with a gas mask, in case the pollution becomes too much for his old body to bear. His white shoes are switched to black rubber boots, insulating him from the floor and hiding any oil that might be spilled on them. His white gloves are switched for black rubber gloves that tightly fit his hands, for much the same purpose as his boots. Each finger of the gloves also has a tool on them. The tools range from small wrenches to screwdrivers, making it much easier for him to get his tool instead of reaching out then back in to get his tool, possibly costing time, oil, and even death, depending on the tools.Personality:
Deacan's body is shaped like an elegant doll you would buy your daughter. His arms and legs are strong, but have little encumbering mass. His body looks rather thin and old and his clothes hide his muscles well. His hands are medium sized. They are small enough to get into small places, being about 4 inches long at the middle finger and are hard due to callouses. His legs are long, as one would expect from a man who stands 6'4" and are rather strong due to running around from refinery to refinery, even to the rigs here and there. His body could be described as elegant and strong, for an old man. He isn't as strong as someonne in there twenties, but could keep up with them by knowledge of how things work and how to do things the easier way.
Due partly to a medical condition and partly to his job as an indoor maintenance man, Deacan's skin is white. Not a pale tan, but true white. Many people have thought his body was made of glass and if someone touched him, he would break. His skin is also thick on some parts of his body due to continued use and callouses. His hands are white, but are like rock when touched. Even though some say his skin is beautiful, many people don't understand it well and stay away from him. Due to being an albino, his eyes are red and his skin is prone to burning if left in the sunlight to long. This fact, along with the fact he moves fast for an old man and is in fine shape due to continuous use of his body, tends to alienate many older members of the district who remember stories of mythical vampires. Though this is obviously an old legend, many people are afraid of Deacan because of it.
Deacan's face is as white as the snow around the Capitol. Though he rarely leaves the refineries and rigs due to his duty as a maintenance officer and always being on call, when he does his face is looked upon curiously. His white skin makes him seem almost like a doll and the lack of wrinkles also gives off this impression. The only wrinkles on his face are when he furrows his brows and slight wrinkles around the mouth, showing a history and a time when he was stressed and happy. To many, Deacan is a doll and one of the oldest dolls in the district. His hair, however, is unique among district members. When at work, he ties it together, but when in public, the long dreadlocks go down to the middle of his shoulders and make Deacan seem somewhat surreal.
Deacan is one of the older members in his District and the first generation of people to be raised working on the refineries. Many people around his age die due to pollution or accidents on the job of being a maintenance worker, leaving Deacan rather lonely and in a rather dark mood, though this also comes from his occupation as a maintenance member since birth. He has lived his life working on the machines that pump the blood of District 5, oil. He has worked since the age of 18, traveling around and spending little time going out. He has a sorrowful side and an understanding side he shows in private, showing how he really feels only while he is alone or at "home", home referring to the oil refinery he is currently sleeping at. Due to being one of the few older people alive and someone who witnessed the atrocities of the Capitol when he was younger, he has a disdain for them that he only shows in private, but he acknowledges that they are a necessary evil and that, even though they are liars, cheaters, and vicious killers, they don't do anything that would terribly destroy their appearance, at least not publicly. Due to this, when anyone is being attacked by a Peace Keeper or when something happens that seems cruel, Deacan intervenes by bringing attention to it. By doing this, he usually gets people out of trouble for small things without being able to be persecuted, though that does not prevent the Capitol from trying to have him eliminated at an on sight accident. Due to this, he has become extremely cautious.History:
In public, Deacan is elegance incarnate. He acts kind and caring, drinks slowly and eats slowly, doing everything he can to put on the outward appearance of nobility. He tries to keep people in line, but tries even harder to keep the Peace Keepers in line simply by calling attention to them. In public, Deacan will not fight unless something else is distracting the general populace, in order to keep up his appearance as an elegant and weak old man.
At work, Deacan is cautious, fast, and rough. He unwinds at work and is half-way between at home and in public in terms of his personality. He jokes around and isn't afraid to get dirty, but he keeps anything to tasteless and crass from getting to him. He will fight if needed and tends to command respect from most of the younger maintenance crew, simply by virtue of his years and experience. But he also lowers himself to their level, unlike in public. He will joke and play, but when something happens, he becomes strict. He fixes most refinery and rig problems alone, but is not afraid to ask for help when he either can't do something or wants to train the "New Guys," generally the 18-30 year olds. When repairing a break, rupture, or stabilizing pressure, he is focused and knows what he needs and when he needs it.
Deacan also has another side to him. An old soul side that envelops all of his thoughts. Deacan has seen a lot of the worlds worst things by watching the games an d has aged accordingly, becoming a person who thinks and understand suffering. He also has a habit of breaking some of the rules set by the Capitol, not out of a desire to do something, but out of a desire to have free will, to not be entirely conscripted to their way of thinking. This has lead him over the fence numeroues times.
The Birth of A Ghost[/u][/size]
7 Years before the Rebellions between the Capitol and the Districts. It was cold out, the district having little power due to being in the middle of switching from their previous occupation to oil production. This comes after a discovery of oil in the area, prompting the Capitol to send in equipment to mine it; of course they own it all unless you can afford a rig and refinery, which many could not. The capitol has sent rigs all over the District, leaving very few areas that would stay clean.
The power flashed as Jenessa screamed. Lysander went outside, waiting at the fence for just that moment. The fences seemed to be going out a lot. It must have had something to do with all the heavy machinery the Capitol was bringing in. He climbed the fence, getting shocked a little as he got to the top, the power flickering on for a second and sending Lysander down to the ground. It wasn't a terribly high fall, but for his man in his late 40s, it was hard on his bones. He stood up, his ribs aching as he walked into the wilds right outside the fence. Unlike other districts, most of the surrounding area was flat plains with large fields of wheat and grain outside of it. Lysander wondered for a moment, why the Capitol didn't let them keep harvesting the food since it was so plentiful right outside the fence, but of course that answered its self. If they harvested too much, people would get stronger.
Before leaving the fence, Lysander took the opportunity to lift the fence up, leaving a small enough space for him to crawl back through. It was a simple plan, but then again, Lysander never was one for long plans. He wondered out into the fields, looking for a rare herb his father taught him about. It was something passed down in the family, said to bring good luck. He found it finally, a white carnation, in the center of a field of red. He ran in and picked it, not paying attention to the cuts he was getting running to it, but something was. As he picked the rose and sprinkled some of its pollen in the same spot, he heard a growling. He started to run back to the town and dove under the fence. Thankfully the beast, probably a side effect from the Great War, was to large and feral to get under.
Lysander finally made it home, only to see a snake latched on to his wife and his sister dead on the floor. Most snakes didn't come this far, and fewer still could fit through the fence without getting deep fried. Then he remembered the hole he made to escape. As he thought back, he remembered small winding tracks going through it, making a pattern in the dirt. This was the cause of the tracks. Lysander pulled the snake off and snapped its neck, but not before he was bit as well. He took his wife to the hospital, but died in the waiting room. His wife gave birth to twins. One a pale white, whose had little meat. The child seemed to be less fed than the other twin, who came out strong and fit, but was unfortunately dead. It seems the one who had gotten the more sustenance also got most of the venom, leaving the pale child to survive with only a small dosage.
On that day, two ghosts were brought into this world, a dead child and a pale white kid. As he had no family, the pale child was put up for adoption and taken in by someone who could afford it. A man who was put in charge of one of the refineries and had the money to afford his own rig. The man thought hard before naming him after the man's father, Deacan.
A Ghost in the Machine[/u][/size]
By now, the Capitol had given a few refineries and rigs to the denizens of District 5. This was little more than a gesture though, since they still got majority of the profits and money. This was, possibly, done to increase the gap between people in District 5, preventing them from becoming to close and forming a close standing group. With the rising tensions from the rebellions from 13, they couldn’t be too careful after all. By now, the rebellions had started and war was breaking out. Refineries and rigs were producing as much as possible and using as much labor as ever, booming the economy of District 5. This, however, made them a target for sabotage.
At the age of 5, the rebellions were closing in. The man who had taken in Deacan and named him was pushing his factories to their limits. Things started to break all around and Lysander was suspecting sabotage by members of D13. The war was out, but no one would fully blow up an oil rig yet. No one would want the backlash of being branded murderers. By this time, Lysander noticed that Deacan had a knack for technology. Though he would always wander the factories, he easily hid, no easy feat considering how his pale body stood out from the bronze metal. He was constantly climbing around and on pipes. Lysander couldn’t keep hold of him without a wrench or something to do with machines. It was unique, since most of the people who were old enough to work the factories were born to cut food and grow things. Deacan was one of the first of the generations of “Black Rats” as Lysander referred to them. A Black Rat was a child raised or born around oil rigs and refineries and they were becoming much more common. These kids, Deacan included, were beginning to get very good at tinkering with the machines and the pipes. Deacan was an exceptional case though, as Lysander was in charge of both a plant and a refinery. This meant that, as long as Lysander had been his parent, he had lived inside the refineries and rigs. Deacon was also rather troublesome because of this though. He had a habit of popping out from between the pipes and making ghost noises, scaring the workers. Lysander repeatedly had to tell them it was only Deacan, but since they almost never saw him aside from around the pipes, many had thought of him as a ghost or a guardian spirit that was protecting the factory. By this point, Deacan was already repairing minor problems in the plants, such as small cracks that others couldn’t see or reach. Due to his habit of climbing through the pipes, Lysander had noticed that, even though sabotage was going on with all the plants and refineries, his plant was barely losing any production speed. Over the next 3 years, Lysander taught Deacan all about the rigs and refineries, making him one of the youngest “members” of his team, though it was all unofficial.
The Birth of Elegance, Come forth White King[/u][/size]
The rebellions are in full swing. At 9 years old, Deacan starts to witness the atrocities of war. The 5th District is in the war and is a target for both sides. Military law has taken over. Deacan, for the first time since he was born, begins to venture outside the rigs and refineries to see the world. If it had not been for his skin, his life would be different. He would be accepted and Lysander would have let him out more.
Deacan ran around one day, walking outside the factory for the first time in a week. The rebellions are at nearly the edge and everything in the world has gone to heck. The skies are black with smoke from the Capitol forcing the refineries to run constantly and putting guards at every door. Deacan sneaks out of an air vent against Lysander’s “orders”, the rules he put down to keep Deacan safe. Deacan has his wrench and other tools on his belt as he falls to the ground. He sees a Capitol peacekeeper walking through the streets like a lord. The peacekeeper takes money from the citizens in the stalls and no one says a word. Deacan, not knowing the way of the world, assumes that the man must be royalty, maybe a District 1 upper tier family member. Deacan runs up to the man and follows him, doing the same things as the man, taking food and goods on the stalls. Many people stare at Deacan like he is a monster and a demon. It has been nearly a month since he came out of the refinery and before that, he had never left. His food was brought back by Lysander. A man grabs Deacan’s hand and scolds him. Deacan cries and looks at the man, asking why that man can do it but Deacan can’t. The peacekeeper turns around with a nightstick drawn, the man simply looks away as the stick comes down on Deacan, dislocating his shoulder. As Deacan falls he sees a man with a pin that says “D13” on it walk up and stab the man. The man was evil, sure, and corrupt without a doubt, but why did he deserve to be killed. This was Deacan’s first encounter with the truth. In war, this is no good or evil, this is just murder and death.
Deacan woke up in the keeper station. He looked around confused as he saw the man in white, the Peacekeeper, being wheeled into the morgue. In an instant, a keeper broke into the room Deacan was in. It wasn’t much, a blank room with a table and 2 chairs, Deacan in one of them. Upon looking at the man, Deacan noticed it was the same man that had the cloak covering him when the white keeper was stabbed. The man yelled at Deacan for hours, telling Deacan he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone who he was. Outside the room, he saw the Peacekeeper on a television being stabbed. The man dropped his nightstick and fell to the ground as the news program zoomed in on the D13 pin. It was propaganda, framing D13 for killing peacekeepers for no reason. The white, cruel peacekeeper looked like a fallen saint in the video. Deacan realized then that he could not trust the Capitol, but he also had something lit inside him. A strange desire to be like that peacekeeper. To be right no matter what happened. At the time he didn’t notice it, but he had already thought that, to be right, you must be noble. If you are nobility, or act like it, then nothing you do is wrong.
A week later, Deacan saw the other side of evil. He saw that his father, Lysander, was strung out on his refinery with a large C on his forehead. No one acknowledged it, but from how he was strung up and how little tearing of the flesh, it had to be an inside job. No one even heard him scream. It was undoubtedly someone from the District. On his chest was a note. “This is what happens to those who rebel.” At this point, they all thought it had to be someone from the Capitol, but Deacan saw something Lysander’s feet. He saw a D13 pin. With everything that happened that day, Deacan went into the refinery and cried for hours, the sobbing could be heard clear through the factory, bouncing off the pipes for hours.
The Grim Reapings [/u][/size]
The fighting had ended. No one truly knew why it ended so abruptly or what happened to the people in each District that supported the 13th. Anyone that had the 13th pin on during the rebellions just suddenly left. Half of them went on a train to the Capitol, where no one really knew what happened, and the rest simply disappeared. Due to this, the Districts had a sudden decrease in population and workforce. For District 5, this posed a serious problem. Almost half of the refineries, rigs, and power plants were run by and worked by supporters of 13. With them gone, many unqualified people began to step up, dropping the Capitol’s oil income by nearly 15% all at once. Over the next few years, it gradually went up and up, but this wasn’t all at once. The Decrease in production spurred the Capitol to offer “incentives” to work Capitol owned rigs instead of privately owned ones. One of these incentives came to Deacan’s rig and refinery.
At the age of 10, having recently had a birthday near the time the rebellions were squashed, Deacon was supposed to be at The Reapings, like all other residents of the District. However, due to his skin condition being relatively rare, he was able to fake being sick on the day of The Reapings. Instead of being in the square, he was forced to watch from the refinery that was his home. During the 1st year of the Reapings, the crowds roared when they heard about the rewards for being a winner. No one truly understood the viciousness of the Capitol. The day went on as usual and then it happened. All of the televisions turned on and were showing the games. Due to a glitch in the system, the Capitol didn’t have a great signal. Some places were still unwired due to the rebellions and some wires only messed up occasionally, making them hard to fix and find. During the first year of The Hunger Games, the video cut out repeatedly. All that people saw were flashes of tributes being torn asunder by vicious monsters. They were large beasts, strong and vicious, that tore through the various sceneries. Each beast was marked with a number on its back and there were 14 of them. One beast, named C by the crowd for it’s marking, was rather passive and hunted game for the tributes to eat and one by the crowd name 13, was violent and vicious, attacking the tributes from each district. This was less about pleasing the Capitol and more about showing the force of the Capitol, if another rebellion started. It also implanted the thought that the Capitol was the provider and the Districts were going to die without it.
A few weeks later, a person came to visit the refinery. It was privately owned and Deacan was expecting it, but they still had no idea it was coming. Deacan was, as always, the Guardian Ghost of the Factory. He had been tinkering with the place longer than most of the people who worked there, and from it, he had gained an intuition about it. He could easily find and fix most damages as they were happening or not long after. This made it very hard for the new maintenance men to work, seeing a pale white face with red eyes in the dark scared them. After awhile, the new maintenance crew started to tinker with things that weren’t broken. The manager of the factory noticed it, but did nothing to stop it. So it fell to Deacan, a 10 year old boy, to keep an entire factory and rig from falling to disrepair and the crew leaving, though the crew was just the maintenance crew since everything else was automated. Through the next 8 years, Deacan would meticulously and constantly repair the factory and rig, repairing all damage done by the workers. Eventually the Capitol appointed crew ran away from the rig, calling it haunted by a ghost, though most people in the district new it was not a ghost, solely from Lysander and the old maintenance crew’s stories of their supposed “Ghost.”
The End of the Line, Yet so Early [/u][/size]
Deacan found out after a long time of watching people, that the true evil of the Capitol was it’s harsh control over people. In his 20s, when he was still curious, he ventured over the fence, using rubber gloves and shoes to insulate himself. This allowed him to freely come and go from the District as he pleased, the security of this area only being the fence and the beasts outside. From that point on, Deacan frequently visited the same spot his father did, to tend to the field of carnations.
Deacan was aging well and, due to his reputation as a “Guardian Spirit” of the refineries and rigs, he was able to get steady employment no matter the situation, constantly being asked to come and inspect each factory, even some that were Capitol owned and ran. From the time he was 19 to the time he was in his 60s, Deacan was alone. His only companions being the workers who came and went from his home, the main refinery where he bought a space of residence, and the whistling and roaring of the machines.
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Sorry if I got sloppy at the end, I was trying to make it short enough to keep attention and by that point I think people would get tired of reading.
DONE... till you people tell me to modify it.
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