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~{{Lazy Days [Lyla] [Pearl]}}~ Jun 24, 2012 14:37:51 GMT -5

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Lyla Stinson

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Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
~Marie Curie
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Today was one of those days where you would be content to sit on the sofa and nap all day. In fact,[/color] I was laying on the sofa staring at the ceiling, on the verge of falling asleep when my mom came into the room and told me to go make friends. "Fine, I'll do something with my life." I said back to her with a sarcastic look on my face. I pushed the front door open and the light blinded me. I squinted my eyes and tried to turn around, but my mom had slammed and locked the door. My eyes were starting to adjust as I stumbled down the steps to the street. I turned left the unusual way for myself, and started to walk.

~{{OCC: Sorry this is so short. First time I've used this character, they'll get better as I get used to her.

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~{{Lazy Days [Lyla] [Pearl]}}~ Jun 28, 2012 1:21:06 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jun 28, 2012 1:21:06 GMT -5

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The sun was ripe and the air was crisp; a temptation meant to draw Pearl away from her family members, who were too engrossed in the current broadcast of the 61st Hunger Games to notice her absence. Their obsessive behavior, including mother’s pointing out tribute’s mistakes and deciding which one would be the inevitable victor, always shook her nerves, especially when her sister was dragged into it. It was repulsing to watch them root for one child and wish death upon the others.

Life is not a plaything. She had always hoped that her mother of all people would understand the meaning of stealing a soul from a living, breathing human being, but either time had stolen her sanity, or she was as ruthless as she claimed to be back when she was in the Games herself. Pearl wouldn’t know for sure; whenever her mother played the recording of her old games, she diverted her gaze elsewhere and tried to block every sound. She could hardly stand watching strangers kill; it would be a nightmare to watch her own mother kill.

Sketchbook and pencils in hand, the delicate flower wandered silently out of her home and vanished into the district leaving no trace for her family to follow. The sun’s golden rays drained the ice from her insides and relaxed every pore in her pale skin, eliciting a soft sigh from her rosy lips. Nature was her escape; the rabbit hole leading to her wonderland. The wonderland itself, however, rested beneath the cover of her sketchbook. Her art, her heart pieces, her life’s work and dreams and masterpieces have found a place within these pages, brightening her world with colors and beauty to move the storm cloud hovering above her head. It is the perfect getaway. Her most prized possession. She handled it with too much care, as if cradling a pet in her puny arms, but changed not when the other children stared. They had their passions, too. Everybody had something to protect, something strange to turn to when life offered them only hell. We are no different. So with these optimistic thoughts in mind, she wandered about the district in search for the perfect inspiration.[/justify][/blockquote]

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~{{Lazy Days [Lyla] [Pearl]}}~ Jun 29, 2012 17:57:04 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2012 17:57:04 GMT -5

Lyla Stinson

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Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
~Marie Curie
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Sometimes, you feel like your living in the past, and that's exactly how I feel right now. When I was too young for the reaping, I knew nothing of the horror that lived in this world. I lived in my own world, population one. That world had started fading away when I became eligible for the reaping. I felt like, it was possible to be content in this world, but now, not so much. Every day used to be filled with fun, not being scared of anything. I made friends easily, and my family was well supported. What was there to be worried about?

Now, everything is to be worried about. I worried about each day. Who would like me? Who would turn their back on me? Would I get picked in the reaping. I'm young, so I don't have a great chance of being picked, but it's still possible. I couldn't afford to think like that though, I have to keep my head on straight, but that's a difficult task sometimes. Today especially, today had just been an awkward day.

I had made my way into a park, and it was suprisingly peaceful. The birds were singing, the wind gently blowing, and for once I felt okay. If only every day felt like this, the world would be alright. But of course it wouldn't be, and this day would end too soon. It would be gone with the wind, and there would never be a day identical to this one right now. I sat down in the tall grass, and I watched the clouds. Am I dreaming? Or is this reality?
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~{{Lazy Days [Lyla] [Pearl]}}~ Jul 2, 2012 23:15:11 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jul 2, 2012 23:15:11 GMT -5

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As corny as it sounded, Pearl always claimed that she walked wherever the wind carried her. Like a lost feather, she would drift with the current until she found where she was destined to be at that particular moment, and so far, nature had never failed to lead her to happiness and inspiration. On this particular day, the breeze fluttering through her golden locks guided her to district one’s finest park, where the grass always welcomed its guests and the sky beckoned the wandering eye with its shapely clouds and blue serenity. It was surprisingly quiet on such a pleasant day, where the sun was basking the land in a warm glow that drew the moisture from beneath the ground - a ground muddy from days worth of gloomy storms and misty misery. A gentle smile tugged the corners of her lips, and with her sketchbook clenched protectively against her chest she glided past the empty benches and towering trees to sit upon the bed of soft grass. There was a second figure sharing the grassy mattress with her - a girl with features far too young to match her age - but Pearl’s forte was not socializing; it was taking on the identity of the silent observer. A girl too timid to speak and too absorbed in her own world to acknowledge it.

Her gaze took to the skies as her sketchbook opened to a blank page. It was odd how a piece of nature as small as the simple cloud could be a source of inspiration to her on one day, yet become so miniscule on every other day of the season. But as an artist, she knew there was a particular flow that controlled what and where her next masterpieces would arise, and at times she had no choice but to cluelessly follow this flow, drag the lead of her pencil across an empty sheet of paper, and trust her artistic instinct to create what her imagination was attempting to piece together. The shapes of the white cotton that occupied the sea of blue seemed to morph into various shapes as they crawled their away across their invisible paths. The tip of her pencil pressed touched the top of the paper, but hesitated to move as her gaze continued to sweep the skies. The clouds were ever changing; she needed to wait for the right one. She knew that if she maintained her patience and composure, the perfect shape would rise above the rest and catch her curious eye. All it took was a little focus;

one of the keys to reaching my full potential.[/color][/justify][/blockquote]

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~{{Lazy Days [Lyla] [Pearl]}}~ Aug 4, 2012 12:51:30 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2012 12:51:30 GMT -5

Lyla Stinson

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Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
~Marie Curie
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The day was young, and I had nothing to do. That frustrated me, because I am not usually one to sit around and do nothing, even though I said it was that kind of day. There was another girl in the area, but she looked older than me, and I was usually not too sure about older girls. I craved their opinion, and if it wasn't a good outcome, it hurt me. I am shadowed by my older sister, and she's the only person I can truly lay my trust in. She makes sure I'm okay, and for that reason, I usually stick to her side. I enjoyed her company more than anyone else, and for that reason, I really don't have any friends, but that's going to change, starting now. I picked myself up and walked over to the other girl and said, "I'm Lyla."

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