DESMARIAS, Felicity - District 7 [FIN*]
Mar 6, 2011 0:43:08 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Mar 6, 2011 0:43:08 GMT -5
felicity glariah desmarias
female
seventeen
district 7
heterosexual
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speech - DCB9B1
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appearancepersonality
You wish that you were taller. Sometimes, when you're walking amongst the crowd at one of your famed house parties, or simply strutting down the street, head held as high as possible, you notice how much taller everyone is, and you aren't extremely short... Okay, that's a lie. You're short, exactly five-feet [5'0"], which means that for a large percentage of the population, being taller than you is a very very easy feat that annoys you to no end. High heels seem to be the only thing that you wear in an attempt to gain some stature, but to some, it just makes you look a bit desperate to be different, to change that one aspect that will not change, no matter how many little cakes you eat [or don't eat], no matter how much you exercise or whip your hair back and forth, height will not change.
Weight however, has been fluctuating over the past couple of months, especially when there's something strange going on. In fact, you seem to be gaining weight everyday, feeling like you want to try new kinds of foods - you really really don't like it, but your body wants it, needs it, craves it, so naturally you will eventually succumb to the extra slice of cake or extra piece of chicken at mealtime. This week, you've clocked in at a whopping one-hundred and twenty-seven [127 lbs.], but you'll probably gain even more after what you're doing to your body. You're heavier than some people in the district, and to your chagrin, you've even surpassed Aria Fowler's weight (she looks thinner than you for once).
But of course, you look better. It's not like she can afford as much makeup that you plaster onto your face everyday. Some people might tell you that you're putting far too much of it on, but why shouldn't you? Underneath the foundation and blush and mascara lies pimples that are rosier than the pink roses themselves, or moles that never seem to dissapparate no matter how hard you try. They can only be hidden until the day's end, when the powders are washed off, and you're forced to look at your scarred and blemished face in the mirror. For you, that moment is one of the many banes of your existence. So you look into the mirror during the day as many times as reasonably possible, to even out the disgusting scene when night falls. If you see "Happy!Felicity!" so many times, it could perhaps nullify "Real!Felicity!'s" impact. If I am pretty for for about sixteen hours of the day, surely I am more pretty than ugly.
And boy, do you try. Your raven-black hair has been bleached and dyed platinum blond more times than you can even count. You know that your hair will eventually turn unhealthy and maybe even fall out, but right now it is thick and seems to flounce about every time you walk. Eyeglasses, which you really really need, are often "misplaced" [a.k.a. simply not put on and deliberately placed in the most strangest of places so your mother cannot remind you to don them before you head out to school] so everyone can see your dazzling blue-gray eyes that are so bright that you are sure that it makes up for almost all of the other minute flaws in your body.
Even for the very very big flaw, which is that you're very very pregnant.
You're a ridiculously sly person, as well as a flirt. You know your way around the district - the perfect way to act innocent, to act seductive, to be a tease. You navigate these waters so efficiently and easy, even Aria Fowler would glower in jealousy (at least, you hope that Aria Fowler would glower in jealousy. That would make your day). You've even been able to hook Adrian Scott into bedding you, and that takes skill. And since he's the only one to ever do the naughty with you (they call you a tease for a reason), you're rather certain that he's the daddy to the little bun that's in your oven.
Pregnancy has made you a bit different than before. Emotions have become difficult to judge, and it's at least doubled due to the fact that you are a teenager who normally has mood swings. It's harder for you to be as spiteful [or as insensitive] as you normally are on some days, yet on others you can be so angry and pissed off that perhaps even Adrian is scared of you, and you two have this strange connection that makes it sort of difficult to be affected by each others negative traits. After all, the two of you have known each other for years, but there's something different in your chemistry with Adrian than with your betrothed, Julian.
Oh, how you love it when you make him squirm when you talk about marriage. Clearly, he doesn't like you in the slightest, and you don't like him as much as his twin brother, but it's just so much fun to patronize the boy. It's like taking candy from a baby, at least until Aria waltzes into the room and then the boy seems to be able to grow a pair. The entertainment then dissolves as quickly as it comes, seeping away just like fog - slowly, yet surely. And you're left with a large case of jealousy. Why must Aria take all the fun out of yourself and give it to Julian? Why must Julian not pay any attention to you? Why does he even like that hag, and not you? You're much prettier, after all.
You love the attention, and most of the time you get it. However, when Aria Fowler walks into the room, it's a different story. She's just so different from everyone else that your little elite-class posse has ever met that the attention is directed towards her rather than you [because after all, they know what to expect from Felicity Desmarias. Slightly lower-class Aria Fowler however, is someone who is much more intriguing]. You can't even openly insult her unless if you're along/with the Scott brothers. When with other company, you know that you must be polite and proper, for that is simply the correct way to act around adults. However, once they leave, your bitchy meter goes off the charts, which due to the pregnancy simply skyrockets even further. And that's just wonderful.
history
You were born to a Hunger Games Victor, and that makes things rather different for your life. For starters, you were always taught to be refined and proper, and not speak about the Capitol. Your mother [and therefore, you as well] would always be watched from now on - she wouldn't have wanted you to get reaped as punishment or anything of that sort. You adapted quickly, yet that child yearning to be free never really left, and that created that whiny, bitchy persona that you've adopted when free from your parents regime, which is a difficult thing to do. Your father runs an extremely successful architecture firm [he's designed buildings for other districts - that's how good he is] that seems to be in control of a good portion of the district, and your mother watches you like a hawk.
But they wouldn't be home often; that was your escape route. Parties at the Desmarias household became legendary from the start of your thirteenth birthday. Of course, back then no drinks were issued [you really didn't know how to unlock the cabinet anyways - keys were always so hard to find], but once those were out in the open, they truly became godly. Once the servants cleaned up the mess [and once you learned to put the really expensive stuff in places where it was impossible to be broken/stolen/vandalized], you were free from all blame. You could go back to your "sheltered" life with your two parents and your fiancee.
Yes, you are engaged. Arranged marriages were never popular, but your father developed an ego and didn't want his lineage "tainted" by lowly woodcutters. So this marriage was arranged between the Desmarias household and the Scotts - two of the most influential families in all of District 7. Since you two were the same age [and for some reason father never liked Adrian], and he was handsome and charming enough, Julian Scott was chosen to be your betrothed. You had known him since the dawn of time, so it wasn't like you had to meet someone new, and you weren't too against the plan [save for the fact that you were no longer allowed to find someone that you truly loved, but that could be saved for later]. The problem was that Julian seemed to truly hate you.
So you simply used that against him. Almost everyday, you would wander over to the Scott mansion and find Mr. Julian Scott, and oh-so-casually remind him that you and him were set to be married some time in the all tooneardistant future. His reaction was very lovely indeed. This lifestyle was recurrent throughout your seventeen years - partying and taunting and teasing and being at the top of the social ladder; you even managed to have sex with Adrian Scott. And then something changed, and you really hated it.
Aria Fowler. That stupid Aria Fowler ruined all of your fun. Damn the skinny bitch who starved herself in order to be thin, who managed to steal Julian Scott away from your grasp and turn him into someone who was actually able to stand up for himself [which was something you always found attractive, which is probably why you preferred Adrian's company over Julian's]. And then the two of them made fun of you in front of their parents, and it was all her fault. It was Aria Fowler's fault for making you such a spectacle, for making Adrian think that he didn't like you, because he obviously did. It was a horrible moment in your life.
And then the cravings and the weight gain began. You didn't notice it much at first, but soon it became one of the only things you could think about - food. Why were you thinking like this? You began to show a belly, and it scared you so so so much that you thought about going the Aria route andthrow up not eat throw updo whatever she did to lose weight [because honestly, you really didn't pay attention to that conversation that involved revealing that she was anorexic... Or bulimic... Or something]. Instead, you went to your private doctor. The results were much scarier than weight gain. Now your parents were furious at you for "being a dirty rotten skank", and you knew who would be affected by this as well.
Adrian Scott. Someday, you'd have to tell him that the baby was his, and you weren't quite sure as to how he'd react.
otherBRITTANY SNOW plays FELICITY DESMARIAS
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