Banks Scorpii of D1 {FIN}

The man walks down the street, his head bowed in deep thoughts as his bluish-greenish glare at the cracked pavement beneath his feet. The cracks reach out, like roots on a tree, and seem to surround his leather covered feet. He sighs at the thought of being captured, and bushes his brown hair off his face only to have it bounce back, slightly curled.

If only he stood at full mass, then he would tower above them he would be wide and tall. His 6' 2" frame would be intimidating to everyone. But no, he is hunched over, because this moment the boy is in too deep of thought to stand up tall and straight. His head is bowed, hair flung over his eyes, and to many people this would show that the boy is thinking about his family, or his life, but not this boy. He thinks of space, because he knows where he belongs on this Earth.

The man's features are sharp, his face, a silky white with just a touch of rosiness. This boy doesn't belong in this part of town, where everyone hides in alleyways. No, this is a face of someone from the other side of town. A rich boy, not a slum dog. But his face is stony, like he is bored with his way of life, like he wants to explore the possibilities of life.

The girls on the street send approving looks at the young man, because boy doesn't fit a 18 year old, yet man doesn't seem quite right. Either way, the girls stare at him, it is clear that he is attractive, but he almost denies the fact. He doesn't notice the fact that he is what many girls consider a "hunk" because he doesn't feel like a hunk. He feels like himself, Banks Scorpii.

|P e r s o n a l i t y|

Banks glides around each corner touching the red brick buildings next to him. They cool his fingertips and Banks imagines that coolness spreading throughout his body. He thinks about all the other land on this planet Maybe there is some one out there doing the same exact thing as me... The thought make him smile.

He comes along a field, his field, the blue and yellow flowers sway ever so slightly, and cause the field to look alive. The flowers pair up and dance in an never ending waltz. "Stop it, Banks," he mutters. His imagination always got the better of him. No matter what he did he couldn't stop the wild fantasy that arouse when he saw some thing interesting. Since he was young he struggled with it. But his father put an end to it... or at least he tried to.

Banks' feet carry him into the grassy field, a mind of their own. He sits down for a second and stares into the sky. The stars seem to glow, twinkling, millions of lights just suspended in mid-air. Banks closes his eyes to enjoy the sweet breeze brought in by the wind, and recalls all the nights he spent here, just gazing at the stars. He wanted to be like them, to float around, never to step foot on Earth again. But he was trapped by the force called gravity.

He has always enjoyed the time he spent here, it was on of the few times he didn't feel the need to get up and explore. Like when he was young, and he just needed to get up and race away to find some one or something to play with. His father let this continue until he was 12. He tried to stop that need Band had to race off, and Banks let him think he succeeded. But it never left, and so he takes these walks, to see the world and to explore what he can.

|H i s t or y|

Banks lies down on the soft grass and remembers all the adventures he went on here. He gazes into the stars searching for her. He will find her one day. Banks lies down his head and lets his mind take him into sleeps welcoming arms.

"Why did you name me Banks?" This was his earliest memory, because when he opens his eyes Banks is a 4 year old. He stares up into his mothers eyes, her kind brown eyes and warm arms embrace him. "Your father chose your name, so I don't know. But, I chose Lydia's, because it was the most beautiful name imaginable." Little Banks nodded and wobbled off to find his father, but he noticed his twin sister, Lydia playing in the front yard and raced off to join her. She smiles when she sees him and together they race off to the field.

"Why do we have to go Daddy?" Lydia's voice is filled with curiosity. This time they are 9, holding hands as their father leads them into a large building. They are greated with the site of a large rock wall. Both jump with joy, until their father yanks them away and hands them over to a strong man. The man instructs the two, but Banks tries to run away when the man hands him a knife."Listen to the man, boy." His fathers voice is demanding, almost cruel.
"But I don't want to, Daddy!" That remark gets him a sharp slap across the face. Banks sobs and goes back to Lydia and the man, while his older brothers snicker.

The dream blurs and when he comes to he is in a doctors officel. Only 11, he stands next to his mother. She sobs and large tears roll down her cheeks. Even at a young age, Banks wants to reach up and brush them off. But the doctor stares at him and says. "Do you understand? Lydia is sick, she is probably going to die." No. The only thought his little mind can conjure, he turns and races away. The cool white walls turn frosty and seem to close in around him. Pinning him. But his small feet carry him away. And into the cool air where he cries.

Once again the dream speeds up, slowing down to show brief scenes of him training, or standing next to Lydia's bed. She had severe malaria, causing her to have violent seizures, and kidney failure. When it slows down he is home listening to his parents scream at each other. Their voices drop suddenly and he pushes his ear against the door.
"Your just going to let her die?" His mothers voice is shrill, pleading, and broken.
"What chose do I have? I can't afford the boys' training and Lydia's treatment. And if one of the boys doesn't win the games They'll kill me and you."
The 12 year-old Banks can't hear anything else. He strains, but nothing else is heard. He fits together the pieces in this complex puzzle and it becomes clear his father made a deal that one of his son's would win the Hunger Games. Banks decide right then and there that he would give up training and let Lydia have her treatment.