[.}Matvei Kfir{.][>District Three<][WIP]
May 13, 2011 20:51:46 GMT -5
Post by WT on May 13, 2011 20:51:46 GMT -5
Matvei Kfir is all I have left
of the father who named me.
But that's okay- I still have
my mother here in District Three.
We haven't lived at home
since I was five (now I'm ten),
but we're still together and
I'm still her son, so neither
of us really cares.
I followed a path of a piece of a bread, traveling
From one little sparrow's beak
To another little sparrow's beak
-naturally stocky build; malnourishment (though not starvation) gives him a slightly unbalanced figure
-straight, light brown hair
---kept at the chin or shorter for convenience
---usually dirty (no opportunity for frequent bathing), but brushed (mother's insistence)
-pale skin
---frequently cut or bruised from roughhousing
---sunburns easily and is frequently at least flushed
-light brown eyes
He picked it up, threw it and then dropped it, then
This other one picked it up and threw it and again
Then they broke it into pieces
Ate it up and forgot that it ever existed
-clannish; attaches self to a few people at a time and regards those as his 'group' while distrusting others
---selfish about 'group' – will disregard needs of "outsiders" with no moral discomfort
---doesn't care about people he doesn't like
---once betrayed, will violently lash out at traitor whenever in their company
-doesn't believe in permanence; uses things as he gets them lest they vanish
-generally cheerful, but not optimistic
---persevering, resilient; rarely stays down for long
---never expects good situations to continue for long
-frequently bored (explanations decided, don't feel like expanding right now)
They were still hungry, I bet
They were still hungry at the end
-LALALA important stuff here
-father died in accident when young
-mother, unable to support him, was going to put him in an orphanage
---found job opening there; took it, and both moved in
-OTHER STUFF HERE :D
-befriended Aezril
-Guess what? MORE STUFF.
A lesson in how fleeting preservation is...
