Re: Kira-Lilly Haust - {District 1}

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"Hello. Do you know your name?"
"Yes... Kira-Lilly Haust."
"Very good. Age?"
"Sixteen. Who are you?"
"District?"
"One. You haven't answered me. Who are you?"

Appearance

There's no response. I can't see either. Suddenly, an object is thrust into my hands and a light blinds me. I groan, my head is screeching with noise and now I'm being blinded?

The object in my hands is a mirror. "Look and tell us what you see."

I do as I'm told, peeking into the mirror. Inside, I see a pretty girl. "I see a girl with ginger-brown hair." I say, peering at it. My statement was really simple but, this girl had beautiful hair. Gentle, soft waves of ginger flowing in sort of waves down her head. A few small ringlets here and there, but no major curls. Her hair went about down to above her chest. Her ginger bangs were spread out and pushed to the side of the left eye. Beneath her bangs, I can see her eyebrows, arched but, closer to her eyes than most people usually have them. But, still, her eyelashes sort of save the eyebrow problem. Sort of tinted ginger, her eyelashes are long and thin. "She has long, gingery eyelashes and brown eyebrows. But..." Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald green, like forest of gold-green trees. Her pupil was a black, unforgiving black, gold circling it.The only real flaw in her eyes, that I could see, was a black line. It was in her right eye and it pointed at her ears. It was from the pupil to the edge of her iris. Like her pupil had leaked some black. "...Emerald eyes..."Her lips are pink and she has childish cheeks. I don't bother saying those out loud.

The girl in the mirror appears to be naked. I blush, turning my head away for a moment, embarrassed. "What else." I realize now, the voice sounded male. It sounded sort of familiar... But sort of not, like something was missing. I still can't see anything but the mirror. Looking back into the mirror, I say some important details I missed. They were simple, but the voice and who else might need to know it. "She has incredibly pale skin. Kind of peachy but, it looks like she hasn't been outside for a while." She really was pale. It made her hair seem firey. Well, she wasn't as pale as I was letting off, but she seemed cold. I shrug uncomfortably in what I think is an armchair. "She's really skinny too. ...Can I ask a question and please, can you answer it?" There's silence before I continue. "Is this girl me...?" "Yes. That is you."

That is me.

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Personality

Suddenly, another voice enters the room. It's a womans voice. They seem to be having a conversation about... me? "She seems to have the same problem..." Problem? What problem? I don't have problems! "She seems to have recovered, so, we went by and asked her godparent about some of her usual habits and traits." What godparent? Why don't I understand? "Apparently, she is quite optimistic and, she has won awards in school for it." Well, I could have told you that myself! I hate it when people look down on others. it just bugs me. But, I don't do much about it anyways. "She finds fascinations with things. She does research on something if she finds it interesting enough." This is true, actually. And now that the mirror was gone, I had nothing to occupy my time with. The next part kind of ticks me off. "She also is incredibly clumsy..."

"Is there any problems with her? Is she anorexic? Narcoleptic? Does she have Narcissism?" 'The Voice' says. Why would I have problems...? Then the second voice answers. "Well, she is dyslexic..." I blush, turning my head away and putting my hands over my eyes, first, to block out the light and second, to hide the red brightness of my cheeks. Then, to my surprise, the second voice continues. "But... Then there's the problem. See, she doesn't remember anything before..." The whole room goes silent for a couple of short seconds and all I can hear is the quiet whispering of the female Voice Two and the rare grumbling of Voice One. "...Yes, I see. Alright so she's forgotten everything about her life up until now, then, I suppose?" "Well, she has no recollection of it. She might have a memory or two but, besides that, nothing. It should probably feel like she has an empty brain. Be careful, the Capitol would love to take advantage of this." "Well, from what she has told me today, she knows her name and age and district. She probably remembers basic things, like the games." This was true. I know what they mean. The Hunger Games. "Well, hold on."

There was silence throughout the whole room. I swear, you could hear a pin drop. Why was it so interesting when I spoke? I suddenly felt kind of... angry... "I'm not ruined or anything. I have a brain and it's full of wonderful things. Things like... Umm..." There's a snort of laughter after I pause. They were laughing at me for not knowing anything...? That wasn't my fault. Suddenly, I gasp as I realize I can point out a few simple things. "My favorite color is light green. My favorite animal is a fawn. yeah, a deer. I love pasta and I love the letter Q! Who's to say I can't wear a hat indoors? I love to wear hats! Bare feet are more natural to me than walking. No one can tell me who or what I am." The room is silent. "...So... um... Yeah."

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History

I can't make heads or tails of where I am or what's going on. Suddenly, Voice One speaks up."Fine, then. Let's tell you what happened to you." Something happened to me? I let Voice One speak. "Listen up. Because, I won't repeat myself."

"What we have heard from your godparent is that, before this, you were a sweet girl, having a few troubles in class. Your parents are-- were incredibly rich and your teachers were suck ups. Complete suck ups. Apparently, you would cry to you Godparent almost every day saying your teachers and parents see right through you." That's weird... Why can't I understand what's happening...? I don't remember having parents. And I don't remember crying a lot either. Out of curiosity, I let him continue. "As far as I know, you didn't have any true friends. Just an estimate." "Doctor..." ,Voice Two's cautioned tone comes up. So, this is a doctor. I'm in a hospital. "What? She has a right to know. Anyways, You got what you wanted. You were a spoiled brat. It was only recent what happened."

"What happened to me?" I say, urging The Voice to continue. "You got in a car crash. You were driving down a road, probably to your house and a drunk driver happened to be driving down, the opposite way. He hit the car and, your vehicle went rolling. Sadly, the drunk driver ended up rolling onto of your car after it fell into a ditch. To make matters worse, a large oak fell down and crushed all of you." There is complete silence throughout the room. No one dares speak a word. Then, The Voice keeps going. "You were the luckiest out of them all. Someone driving past spotted you and dragged you out, hearing you screaming. Your parents were caught up in the flames and didn't survive. They had major injuries and wouldn't have made it anyways. The drunk driver did not survive either."

"Then, who takes care of me?" I say, suddenly seeing the blue screen of a computer appear. I can see faint writing on it in big, huge font. I just can't make out what it says... it's all squiggly. Snapping my attention back to The Voice, I listen closely. "A man named Izic Haust. Your fathers brother. You have inherited all your parents money. As a minor, you can't have it until your nineteen. So, in place of you, it has been given to Izic until you turn nineteen. You will be living with him." The Voice says. Then, I feel a needle injected into my arm. They probably needed me asleep while they got me out of this dark room. I stare directly at the one flaw in the darkness. The blue screen. It read:

Codeword: oDair
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