Esme Todd // District 9

Esme Todd // District 9 Feb 1, 2013 3:32:06 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Feb 1, 2013 3:32:06 GMT -5

Esme Violetta Todd
District 9
Female
Age 17

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Hair a little past your shoulders, not raven as you sisters', but light brown as your father's. Puffy and curly, usually down or in some elaborate style. Your eyes are a bluish honey color, strange but bright and beautiful. The oldest of your siblings you are looked at as the pretty one. Your doll-like eyes are more than attractive on your smooth, pale clear face. Your small little nose nestles perfectly in line with your thin lips. Your nice white teeth are perfectly aligned. Your bored expression gives no hint of emotion.

You marvel at the thinness of your limbs, the muscles that barely exist, and wonder how you would live if you were born in the Capitol. Your smooth soft skin may be dyed. Your careful, gentle, delicate hands may not be idle, rather than the burning and numbing they face all day. The sore palms face many dangers, but the rest of you is seemingly protected for the labors. You cover your twisted knees with a maroon skirt, and your small breast with a black blouse. On the reaping day you wear your mother's navy blue work dress with pride.

You are a hard worker, set to do your job right and completed the first time around. Your steady hands glide over your work patiently as you take the goings slow and perfected. You are smart, but only in the region of plants. From weeds you can make supper, from some you may even have found medicine. You are mute, no words find their way out of your mouth unless you are alone with the people you trust. These are your sisters, and only them. Fear corners you daily, depression nightly. There is no moment of peace.

Your careful fingers are aids to perfectionism, making sure everything is always in order. The meals you cook, the drawings, the hair you feel you must play with. Finding a new head to braid and curl and push into beautiful designs is always a need, but they are not patient. They are not patient as you are. You tell no lies, and you fool no one, but you are just as easily fooled. Gullible , never clever as your sisters. But you don't care, why should you? You are Esme Todd. You don't need to care what people think.

You wish for love, but you never expect it to come. A friend is what you need most, but no one will approach you for the air you put out, rejecting anyone. You do not know what you need, and prefer to sulk alone. The follower, the listener, the one who will do anything you ask whether it hurts you or not. You don't have to know them, you just feel you are a servant to all. Something in that brain of yours is funny - go fix it.

You begin to dream, and it goes something like this~~

I was born to Wence and Carol Todd, the oldest child of three. I was very close to my sister Parsnip, and when Ingrid came along I treated her no different.

My our life truly changed the day of my first reaping. My parents were frightened to let me go, but I knew they had other things on their mind, having heard their plans to run away so often. But why on this day, when everyone would notice? We tried to skip the reaping altogether, and after the first few minutes we heard a knock at the door. My mother got me under the bed and threw my sisters in as well. The peacekeeper entered to see why we were not resent, and my father bolted. My mother grabbed Ingrid, and looked to me so as to call for me to follow with Parsnip. I held Parsnip's arm, unwilling to get her and I mixed up in the chaos. I've always been at least a little sensible. The next day the peacekeepers came to collect Parsnip and I to go to the community home, where the now morbid minded Ingrid awaited us.

I became a somewhat recluse in the home. Not like Ingrid, who scared everyone away, but I tried to give off my own air of mysteriousness. It worked, I don't know how, and kept people away. I helped with the cooking and healing. The caretakers liked me, and I became somewhat of a pet.

When I was sixteen my sisters and I went out f a walk and talked a little. We talked about pretty much everything that occupied our minds, setting aside our shared quiet nature and getting it all out. They know things about me I'd rather not have them know anymore.