Pretty In Pink, D2 [WIP]

Pretty In Pink, D2 [WIP] May 28, 2012 11:25:05 GMT -5

Post by tribbeh on May 28, 2012 11:25:05 GMT -5

L A V I N I A R O S E M A R Y
A G E ~ Seventeen
G E N D E R ~ Female
D I S T R I C T A R E A

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~Appearance~

Just around the corner there's heartaches

Down the street that losers use
If you can wade through the teardrops
You'll find me at the home of the blues

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I am perfect in pink. I prefer myself to be in this color for it is the hue that best explains me. The various shades of pink compliment my fair skin and my naturally curly dark golden blonde hair - usually tumbling down in golden ringlets and curls half way down my back. The blue - with a fair mix of gray - color of my eyes are often brought out by the the color I adore so much, making it stand out and look brilliant - like a jewel that shimmers and shines even under a dim light. Some people who dare ask why I try so hard to look pretty plunge only deeper into curiosity when I say I do not wear make up and oppose the use of it. I may gloss my lips more times than I should but I try and keep it organic, I would not want to destroy my face like how the Capitolites do. Those strange-looking people have done more than enough to keep me from using make up and from wearing ridiculously frilly clothes. I work hard in keeping my beauty natural and work twice as much to keep it that way.

I stand five feet and ten inches tall with a lean and slender build that works to neither my advantage nor to my disadvantage. My body weight lands on 124 lbs, I'm not skinny and I'd like to keep things that way. I walk tall and proud, ignoring the curious glances and stares people shoot my way when I walk my walk, and when I strut my strut. My back straight, chin up, head high, a hand on my hip and the other hanging loosely beside me. This is how I walk the streets, how I show defiance in the face of disappointment, and how I rebel against the face of guilt. I am fashion's walking work of simplicity and beauty pieced together by a few accessories, the common clothes I normally wear, the shine of gloss on my lips, and my natural alluring self. I am a commoner looking like someone else from the top of the food chain.

I wear heels on occasions, and in them I am skyscraper tall. Towering over most of the girls that are naturally tall, I look down and smirk - all the while flaunting my creatively colored footwear on every special occassion I get. I only have two pairs though; a wedge pair and a kitten pair, I cherish them like family. My feet can't stand heels, to be honest, but what can I say? I am a girl who simply adores her heels like a mother to her children. And even if my darling heels hurt me, I wouldn't dare throw them away. I only get to wear them scarcely . For my everyday shoes, however, I choose from a pair of rubber shoes to a pair of flip flops. I also have dresses; a baby pink sun dress and a dingy white dress for the reaping activities. Both are paired with my much loved heels hence, they would never see the light of day unless it's a very special one.

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~Personality~

I walk and cry while my heart beat

Keeps time with the drag of my shoes
The sun don't shine through this window of mine
'Cause it's dark at the home of the blues

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