theodore.dwight.darcell --- district.13. W.i.P

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I'm just setting a trap
But I'm not pulling for you
You're just pulling at me
I'm not a petty man
But this is a short thing

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In retrospect, I don’t believe I’m an extremely handsome human being. Hell, I’m not sure if you’d even call me mildly attractive to the general public. You could say that I’m rather tall, some genetic that may be considered “attractive” to some people. This height gives me an advantage when I’m reaching for things, but due to the districts underground nature, I’m usually stuck hunching over so the ceilings don’t scrape my head, so my posture isn’t the best. isn’t the best is the biggest understatement since the hunger games were considered friendly fire, idiot. You look like you’re going to fall over at any minute, or that your spinal cord is forever twisted complexly.

[/i] And to top that whole posture-height issue off, I have feet that stick out ever so slightly, giving me the nickname “Ducky” during my years as a child. Don’t bring those memories up. You’ll start sobbing. But I do assume I have fairly sturdy hands, with a wide palm and nimble fingers, which make me fairly good at sorting out wires and the like. My nails are usually scratched up from biting at them and picking at their tips because you’re a nervous wreck,[/i].

As for my facial features, they’re unremarkable, to say the least. My forehead is rather average sized, and tends to be pockmarked by beads of sweat, regardless of the activity that I’ve been doing. Cutting off the forehead, my thick and rather dark eyebrows curl up with an odd thickness, and then decline into a rather thinner line. To some extent, they are rather thick, are you really trying to make things look better than they are about yourself? What a wonderful thought process, idiot.[/i] But I do like my eyes. They’re dark brown, and while they aren’t a very uncommon color, they’re large and almond shaped. I like my eyes, to be quite honest. Well, can’t argue with that. Thank god, he’s finally found something to be positive with.[/i] So after my eyes is my nose, which I am not a fan of. It’s long and kinda’ big on my face, though it’s rather straight, which I am thankful for. Because if it were to flair out, I’d be considered straight up ugly, but as it is, it’s decent, but not handsome. My cheekbones are rather unnoticeable, which makes me feel better about my facial shape, which is rather long and would look pretty bad with high and dramatic cheekbones. My jawline is square, and is usually sprinkled by an amount of unshaven hairs, all surrounding my rather small lips.

My coloring of my skin would be considered somewhat odd for the district. While most people’s skin tends to be deathly pale from lack of sunlight, my skin seems to have been inherited from warmer climates, giving me something of a darker skin tone than the usual district thirteen residents. See! You’re specially unique! And to say the least, my skin is rather clear, minus the hair that grows on it. I’m a hairy person, thanks to genetics. And yes, I need to get my mind out of the gutter…[/i] The hair that I do have is rather dark, verging on the darker side of brown. Hair covers my forearms and legs, and the hair on my head is cut long and falls into a shock of dark onto my forehead.

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Well, some people consider me a bit off. Of course, I'm not psychotic, but some people consider me to be that person that isn't always present in a conversation. Mostly, because I'm having a conversation out loud or I have a very amused conversation in my head. Mostly because of the two different thought processes I usually have going on. Pfft. Sarcasm and Perverted ideas. Tends to be something that one of those dialogues that end up infiltrating your mind, twit. And on the other thoughts usually are calm, collected and full of honey. Positive thinking can overturn those nasty, perverted thoughts that you have, Theo.

[/i] But for some reason, internally or externally, I always seem to have a conversation going on with myself, usually with deabting thoughts. And yes, I have had a district psychologist look at it. Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just indesicive.

That could explain my career choice. I'm a sound engineer, which basically means whenever an annoucment is made during a town meeting, I set up the microphones. Or I soundproof stuff. It's a lot of variety, but it's good for me because I need it, and it allows me to be different places for extended amounts of time. Oh, because your attention span needs as much catering as possible. Your complete and utter changing of thoughts makes me hate you sometimes, and how you make it easy on yourself. Ugh.[/color] Please may I imply that you may be being mean? Hurting your self esteem? It's not good that you're delving deeper and eating him from the inside out... That Will kid is just helping in this. Get it together.[/color]
NOT A SCHIZO. Bi-polar, Bi-Sexual borderline sex addict/rapist/whatever Hiiii I like confusing people. Games? Stories? FUNNN. [/justify][/size][/center][/blockquote][/color]

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To say the least, my childhood was pretty much like everybody elses in district thirteen. My Dad worked in the school educating students about math and whatnot, and my Mom did science research. A number cruncher, is what people called her. Well, whatever. The oldest of three children, my parents had and were rather supportive of me. They didn't mind it when I talked to myself under my breath, called it a stage I was going through and passed me off as a kid with little to no issues. My childhood was fairly good, no sob stories here, thankfully. My little sister and younger brother, Tori and Torque Well, since apparently you're too nice to even say something mean about your siblings, Mr. Theo, I should have to put things into context for you. Tori's a snob. She's probably going to end up being that non-productive citizen, making paper flowers instead of actually getting things done that are productive. Like, I dunno, putting her tounge down my throat? Don't go there. If you go down that I-think-my-sister-is-sexy road again, I refuse to even adknowlege you again. And what about Torque? He's a nice kid.... A little spazzy, but nice.

[/i]What did you expect? He was born last. His name is Torque. He's the attention lacking little kid we all know and love. You know, bouncing off the walls. And he gets away with it, for some reason. I'm assuming it's because he's only ten and was born when parents were old as dirt...[/i]

So, as I was saying. My childhood was pretttyyy normal. I got good enough grades that got me a job as a sound engineer later in life. Well, that was until sex came into the question. No, I'm not a sex addict. I'm not. It's just that sexual thoughts and or feelings tend to be a part of my life. Oh dear god, you're like the opposite of a hyperbole right now. I swear, a sexual thought crosses your mind every time you blink. It's that bad. Sure, you don't take it to perverted levels, but it's sexual thoughts. At least you hide it. But yeah. Sex came into the question when I was.... fifteen. Yes, fifteen. To say the least, some people are complete idiots for letting a fifteen year old boy engage in sexual intercourse. Yeah, got me so-called "addicted" to it. Whatever, I don't think I'm a sex addict. .........I think you're lying[/i] Things are meant to kept hidden. You know that, right?[/i]

But I guess one bump in my childhood was Will. Oh, finally. You finally brought up something negative, you little twit. And just the right amount of angst and or sexual desire to talk about that shellfish-slurping twat with the weight issue. People call him Kachoo, or something that sounds like a sneeze.... I call him Will. And ever since the day I laid my eyes on him, I was sure that the chubby blonde man was up to no good. Just by the greedy and self-important sideburns he had, I instantly despised him. Instantly. It was at a town meeting, since he's older than me, right? Well, there he was, gnawing on something I was sure we hadn't had for lunch or dinner that day. And watching girls at the same time. Greedy idiot. He's not that bad. Just.... OK, he's that bad. Even my own opinion counts here.[/i] Pfft, at least he doesn't have feelings for his own sister. And you have to admit, he's a genius for smuggling shellfish. A genius.[/i] But still. I've never liked him, nor have I ever liked his shellfish smuggling.


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The Faceclaim is Jack Barakat
Lyrics are from: Bittersweet by Panic! At The Disco
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in AiW plot. Thus, District 13
I've decided that he is 24 years old.

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