Autum Dekota (PK) [RESUBMISSION]

Autum Dekota (PK) [RESUBMISSION] Nov 13, 2012 2:46:06 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 13, 2012 2:46:06 GMT -5

I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

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Let’s just get this out there first: I LOVE MY APPERARANCE!!

Baby soft skin, as pale as snow. Pale and beautiful. Pale and innocent. Innocent? A sly smile transformed her beautiful innocent face. Transformed it into the devils beautiful sidekick. Wait not side kick. I was never second best. The smile turned me from innocent to cunning. To sexy. A bad ass sexy. A sexy that left people wanting more… but not if they got on my bad side. But even then… my checks have a soft pinkish glow, a rosy glow, a face fit for a princess, people told her, they didn’t get the response they were hoping for. My smile grew, turning into a charming even dazzling grin. I have perfect white teeth, that line up perfectly. What else would you expect from a Capitol?

My hair is dark. Dark as the night sky. Mysterious, like the night sky, mystical, full of surprises. As soft as silk, full of colour. Full of life. My hair is never dull, but I don’t mind the messy style, actually I think it adds some funk, more vibrant, more… my type. The contrast with my pale skin and my dark hair give a mystical, funfeeling about me. I’m an unsolved puzzle. I’m a goddess of darkness. Darkness. That’s another side of me. The side I desire. My hair falls past my shoulders, falling down my back in one unbreakable curtain. I love my hair. It is my life. My hair can show so many emotion, emotions that my facial expressions cannot show. My hair is my hidden personality.

My eyes. I’ve been told so many times that my eyes are like the sun. Vibrant. Dazzling. Viscous. They are my weapon. I can use them to my advantage. And your disadvantage. They are dark orbs. Orbs filled with darkness. Darkness that is sly and cunning, and can swing your mind. She might just have to blink to have you tied around her finger, under her possession. You would think that if you had this ability you would use softly. Not me. If I want something I get it. No matter what. My eyes dark orbs. Orbs that are not to be messed with.

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(P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y)

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I'm a Bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

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I love to play people on my finger. Control them. They fall for me. I take advantage. Then I let them go. I’m a bitch, in short words. When they think they have me, I take off. I take off and they never see me again. I love to flirt with boys. And girls are easy to. But I’m straight. If I flirt with a chick, it’s only to get what I want before I turn my storm on, accuse them for trying to get in my pants or something. But guys. I just let it go. They are so fun. Clueless. They have no idea how a girls mind work. They have no idea how my mind works.

I’m stubborn. Very stubborn. I will not let anyone get away with anything, if it has anything to do with me. If it has nothing to do with me? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass. If my name wasn’t in the picture? Whatever. There was nothing there for me. You see in my opinion I don’t get it to start meaningless arguments. Not if I’m not involved. Also I get what I want when I want it. no questions asked. If there is… I always win. I always turn the charm and get what I want at a price I like it.

Some people might describe themselves as, let say, a caramel chocolate. They may be sweet on the outside, and sweeter on the inside. Me? There is no way to describe me. Well there is but, there not all suitable. You see I have a poker face. At first sight I’m all sweet and pure. Innocent. But then you come into my lair and I’m… well there’s not a word to describe it. I’m fun. Controlling. I keep my cool long enough till I have you in my web. Hey! There you go! I just figured a theory to figure me out. I’m a spider. I sit and wait for my prey. Innocent. But then when you’re caught…. You’re all my mine. When you enter my web there is no escape.

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So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

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My life. It was pretty average. Before I got to high school. I was daddy’s girl. I did everything he asked. Without hesitation. My only dream was to impress him. Get his smile of satisfaction. To get a pat on the back from him. He was my Idol. I thought he meant everything to me, after… after he saved me from the clutches of my mother’s desperate hands. He thought he was doing the right thing. He knew I would go. I would go without hesitation. I was his puppet. I was too young to understand what any of it meant. But I grew up. I grew up and saw what he was trying to do. He was using me. He was using his daughter. Using me to get what he wanted. To get back together with mother. But I wasn’t going to let that happen after all the pieces feel into place.

When high school started all the pieces of my life came together as clear as crystal. I could see through my father. I could see through anything he did. Telling me it was best for me? Telling me that it was all going to be alright as long as I listened to everything he said. I would snarl at him. Screech at him. Ask him to leave me alone. I left him. It shattered him yeah. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t see that man ever again. And I haven’t. not one glimpse. He kept out of my life I kept out of his. You see. He took me away from my mother. Turned me against her. when she was the one who really loved me. And after what he did to her! I wasn’t about to get off my high horse and help try win her back. He was a skank. Slut. And he deserved to burn in hell.

I didn’t go back to my mother. The man had changed me. The man I had looked at. Saw as my father. I couldn’t even look at my mother without feeling guilty, so how was I supposed to love her? I stayed away. I moved to the out streets where life was rough. Where I got into drugs and alcohols and what not. That’s what happened out there. No one gave a rat’s ass. I loved it. I had the time of my life. I still do. But now? Now I have status. I am a peacekeeper. I love it. I get what I want, not that I couldn’t before, but now I barley have to lift my tongue. How I got to became one? Well that’s a tough question. See after my bazar life I decided I wanted money. And what better way to get it? special treatment. I get all the money I want. The course was easy, just had to pull out some of my charm.

Long story cut short! Well not really, my life is a short story… so I’m not cutting it any shorter! Why did I become a peacekeeper? Well that’s a simple question. First of all it started with my motivation. To put people like my father away. Behind bars, but then the money side of it caught my attention. Oh boy did I love money and want more of it. money was my friend. We were born for each other. I love money, money loves me! That simple. I didn’t really put that mush thought into it, the day I decided to sign up for the training, (I was pretty drunk… Wait I might have been high!) I just decoded then and there that I want it. I tell people that it’s just because of the money… but really deep down I can feel that it’s not. And sometimes I think it is because of him. You may not understand that, but if I ever meet him in the street…. I would love to have his head on a plaque, in my room.

Now I’m a peacekeeper. I have the life of my dreams and get away with anything. What better could you want?

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