Violet Maccin ~ District 9

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Violet Maccin ~ District 9 Mar 8, 2012 13:59:23 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Mar 8, 2012 13:59:23 GMT -5

VIOLET ANN MACCIN

District 9
Age 9
Twin

|||>>>Personality<<<||

Hello, I'm Violet, and I want to tell you a little about myself. I'm pretty much the opposite of my sister, but lets not get to that yet. I'd rather talk about the qualities I have. Firstly, I know for a fact I'm pretty quiet, as people are always commenting on how Willow is doing all the talking. I like to stand and listen. Absorbing information as I go. Interuption just makes the flow of facts break, and why would I want that? I like simple things, and simple things mean letting people say what they want and do what they want, as long as it doesn't involve me. If I argue, it could lead to arguments. Which makes things more complicated. I prefer to just avoid conflict altogether. If it were possible for me to never get in a situation I had to talk in, I wouldn't. Whenever I try to make friends, I freeze as still as a statue until Willow leads me away. I hang out with her friends, and just stand there next to her. It's easier that way. To just hide behind her and let her do all the talking.

I've never been good at talking, It's comforting knowing I won't have to think about saying something wrong. If I were to say one word about dad's drinking, immediatly Willow and I would be in the community home. If it was my fault, would she ever forgive me? Probably, but why take chances? I guess I'm also a bit shy anyways. I just can never think of words when I'm around lots of people. I feel like I'm being choked somehow, it's not annoying. As it further prevents me from saying anything wrong.

I am a bit of a copy-cat, as Willow's friends say. I copy anything Willow does that I am capable of. I dress like her, my hair is made similer to her, I try to act like her without talking. If she steals, I tag along and watch her. If she were to jump off a bridge, I'd be right behind her. It can be dangerous sometimes, but thats how I am and thats how I plan on always being. Change is terrible, I prefer the same old thing every day. It makes life so much easier to wake up in the same ol' house, in the same ol' bed, next to my same ol' sister, and then walk out the front door into the same exact area I left the night before.

I absolutely love cats! Especaily my cat, Spice. She has long, soft fur, and she's a calico. I got her when I was 3, she was just a little kitten. Daddy tried to kill her, and Willow hates her guts, but I love her all the same. At night, she'll snuggle up against me and we'll cuddle all night long. She protects me you know? Kind of like Willow. We share a bed, so I have to keep Spice on the edge, where she won't get crushed. I also like to draw, but I don't do it very often. Willow likes to steal things, and I mostly just go along with it, but sometimes I feal rather bad. Especially when we steal from people who need it. But of course, don't we need it more?

I'm scared of my dad. He's really strange, he walks around as though he is dizzy all the time. My neighbor used to say he was a drunk, but when she moved we were kind of on our own. She had given us food, and around the time we were 6, she moved and Willow started stealing. My dad likes to go places and dissapear, so we hardly ever see him. Most nights I can go to bed and wake up without a worry, but every now and then I hear him come inside. I'm a light sleeper, so I usually wake Willow so we can hide. He hits us when he's really drunk, and I don't like it. Of course, I've heard of kids in the place called the Community Home. I really don't want to go there, so we manage without mom or dad. We're pretty fine if you ask me, although I'm usually very, very hungry.

I don't like technology of any sorts. Ranging from the required television in our home to the high-tech gadgets of the capitol, I just for some reason prefer things that require hands. I love tradition, like I said, different is wierd to me. I prefer to keep things the same. I know I've said it a thousand times and I'll say it a thousand more, but change is just so.... wierd. When my mom died of trying to leave us, I felt horrible. The fact It was on Willow and I's birthday made it terrible. I miss her, but why would she try and run off without us?

I have a rock I keep in my pocket or hand that I like to rub. It makes me calm down whenever I'm worried. It soothes me, like rain on a hot day. I also yank my hair when I'm angry. The angrier I am, the harder I pull. I've never blasted out an anyone, I instead run off into the field where I can kick the dirt in peace. Where nowone can see me bite my arm. I bite it to keep myself from screaming. If I scream, people run to me to see whats wrong. Biting myself, sometimes makes me bleed, but it keeps my area safe. It'd be embarassing to be caught kicking dirt and pulling my hair, not pulling it out but just yanking. What a sight that would be!

I basically follow Willow. More than just copying her, I'm like a new puppy. I go where she goes, and when I'm seperated, I panick. I hate being alone. If I were ever to lose Willow, I'd be nothing. I'd die, starvation, or by other means of which I refuse to think of. Being with her, makes up for the friends I don't have. So as I trek along behind her, I listen to her conversations. When we get home, I ask her a few questions. I don't ask too many though. I respect my sister's thoughts. If someone were to insult her, I'd ask if she were okay. No matter what she said, if she didn't want to continue I'd leave her alone. I don't like people prying into my thoughts. Life, now thats okay. Thoughts? No way in all time. Not even Willow knows some of my thoughts on the world.

I must add onto this. I'm an impulsive liar. Even though I'm not a big talker, when danger seems big, and someone could get in trouble, I lie. Simple as that. I spit it out, but the way I say it mostly makes people believe I'm telling the truth out of fear. Maybe it's the basic fear in my eyes, or maybe it's because I look so helpless. Will I ever know? Probably not. And oh how I do love my sister. She's my best friend, the best I'll ever have. The only one I truly have. If anything were to ever happen to her I'd cry and scream. Just as I don't want to do. I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a child, yes, but not a baby.

I've seen the trouble Willow goes through for me. She'll take dad's beating for me. I know it, because I watch it. Sometimes I want to run away, to get far away from what is happening, but I can't! I instead stay in a corner, and when he turns to me, I cry harder when Willow distracts him. It isn't really fair for her to take it all. She doesn't, he still beats me as well, but she's usually there to stop him. I love her for doing what she does, but I can't bear watching her suffer for me. The fact I don't talk about my hunger must be great, as I know how har she works. I try to help, but I'm a bit dumb. I'm untalented until it comes to drawing, and how is drawing going to help us survive? I feel like she does all the work while I follow like a leaf blowing in the wind. No use at all.

I don't always follow Willow, I can remember a few days when I was sick. Or days where the weather was too bad, and she forced me to stay home. It happens every now and then. Every 3-4 months. I remember a few times when dad ame home to find me. I hate remembering those, he kept trying to learn where Willow was when I had no idea. One reason why I stick by her. I hate being so dumb, as it'll always follow me, and being helpless isn't so good either. Maybe when I'm at a big-job woorking age, I can be a house cleaner or something. I'd be good at that. Maybe. I don't really know.

I sometimes wonder about other districts. I know what they produce and all, but what would life be like in District 1 or 2? If I lived there, would my life be different? Maybe, I'd deffinently have differnt skills, hopefully. I'd still hae the same family. But maybe I'd have a fighting chance to go along with Willow. Maybe I could learn something that would be useful to us. Willow doesn't deserve to do everything on her own. I like to surpise her sometimes with something I managed to find. Sometimes people drop coins, or some rich kid drops their candy. I've actually found candy before. But someone snatched it away from me before I could show Willow. I guess maybe I have something good. Finding things. If that even counts as a talent. I don't think it does, considering all I do is look around a bit.

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I have short blonde hair that I keep a little bit below my shoulders to match my sisters. I'd like it to grow long, but I prefer to look like her. I also like wearing it down, for some reason I'm more comfortable that way. My eyes are blue, a bit lighter than Willow's. I have a bit of white that circles around the middles into the blackness. I like it, it's interesting to me. I like to look at Willow's eyes to see if her's do that as well. I can never look close enough without her noticing me.

I'm four feet and six inches, It doesn't really matter to me how tall or how short I am. I weigh 72 pounds. I only care when I'm hungry. Well, actually, when I'm hungry I don't care about my weight, I care about my hunger.

I'm not very strong, if it came down to it, I'd never be able to fight. I would never stand a chance in The Hunger Games. Luckily Willow and I aren't old enough for it yet. I'm very skinny, despite Willow giving me some of her food. I have small feet and my nails are all chewed off. It's a bad habit, and I know I should stop, but I do it to pass the time. When they get long enough I just chew until they are able to lose the tops. It keeps my mind occupied when there is nothing to do.

I can run a good distance if I keepa good pace. Sprinting I can only make a little bit, but I'm still able to run around at least a little like kids my age should. I bet I could beat at least a few kids in races.

I wear the same clothes most of the times, since we don't have enough money. Sometimes though, there is somethng we can find, or occasionally buy. The clothes I wear are old, but not as old as Willow's. Mine are dirty, from crawling around under things, and only a few tears. I like the feel of new clothes, and used ones are fine too. The ones without holes are the best. I feel bad that I ruin clothes so quickly. I try hard to keep them clean and neat, but they usually just refuse, so annoying.

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|||>>>HISTORY<<<|||

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The beggining of my life started about 10 minutes after Willow's. As we were twins, my parents tried to keep us close, making us do everything together. It could range from things like eating breakfast all the way to being in the classes. I remember some nights, when I was only three, and both my parents were alive, when mommy would tell us stories. She'd put a look on her face, which immediatly made me curious. She'd stop what she was doing, and begin a story right in the middle of nothing. They were always long stories. I only rmembering her looking, not any of the stories. I was too young to remember, although I wish I could.

Although I can't forget the day she died. It was a sunny day, Willow and I's 4th birthday. Daddy had saved money for so long to buy us a big girl bed. We had to share it, but at least we weren't sleeping on a nest on the floor. Mommy was sitting in a chair, looking at the fields. I had climbed onto her lap, and she had cried a little. Just a little. She hugged me and said she loved me. I waved it off as though it was hardly a thing to love. That I'd always have it, so I'll take those kisses when I'm older. I had climbed down and went inside with daddy and Willow. We came back outside to find her gone. It took a week before they found her body electrocuted by the fence. Back then I didn't understand...but now. She had attempted to run away from us.

Dad fell into silence. I had no idea what was going on with him. Day after day he sat at the dining room chair. I remember begging him to get food. Turning 5. Things had changed, and he'd begun drinking. Heavier and heavier until he was always drunk. He hardly ever came home. Always out drinking, or laying a ditch, fast asleep. I used to worry he'd die, but after a few months of this I learned maybe that wouldn't be too bad. He had started hitting us. It wasn't just a little wack, it was hard. He'd shatter things. Throw things at us. Slam his fist across our heeads. I remember one night, I just woke up in bed. I had no idea about anything. Only knowing the presence of Willow.

I believe that was when I had officailly become her puppy. I followed her wherever she went. I found out how she managed to get food. She shared it with me. I did nothing for a while, until I discovered how often people dropped random things. Ranging from a small bit of stale bread to money. I could climb under things and get them. I became dirtier this way, but it added to what we got in the end. So Willow did all her stealing and and lying, while whenever we couldn't get anything, I climbed under something to look. It worked out pretty well.

I know Willow made a few friends, and I hung out around them. Usually I'd just stand there and listen, picking up what they said. I never really said anything. I liked yes and no questions, all I needed to do was shake my head side to side or up and down. So that is how we managed, we turned 7, then 8.

Oh well there is a nice memory. When we were 8, it was one really bad winter. I recall us trekking through the snow back to the house, when I spotted something bright orange. Out of curiosity, I looked were it was. It was two somethings. I grabbed them and showed them to Willow. They were candy. I don't remember how she handled her's, but I ate my immediatly. There were ups to spotting things quickly. Just imagine - Some other kids found it! Terrible, we'd never have gotten the sweet surpirse we did. That is one of the best memories I have, it's hard to think of good times in our shoes. They exist for everyone though, and I know we get our special moments were it seems dad doesn't even exist.

Of course, who doesn't have something bad in their past? We all do, and Willow and I have many. I will recount one that happened to specifically me, since this is my history after all. I was sick that day with the flu, and really all I could do was lay on the floor and try to ward off bugs. I was huddled in a ball when dad came home. Of all the possible days he could come home, he'd chosen to come home on that day. Slamming the door behind him, I could already tell he was drunk. I heard him crash through the house. I lied there, hoping he wouldn't notice the girl sniffing and coughing on the floor. But he did. And he beat me, demanding to know where Willow had gone. I had no idea. He was crazy! I can still remember begging him to stop when I just stopped understanding. He had throw me, coughing and choking on tears, into the closet. I banged my head on the closet until he left. That is when Willow came home and found me. I'd never been so grateful for her arms in my life. Aren't sister hugs the best?

I also remember an afternoon when Willow and I were walking through town. We passed a rough-looking man, who tried to hold onto us. First Willow, then me. He knew our names. Looking closer, I noticed the face of my dad. Backing up qiuckly, I think Willow knew too. He had stood up, and chased us down two blocks. He gave up quickly, as he was drunk and tired. I believe he spent that night in one of the ditches. I was disgusted over how terrible he had become. Chasing his own daughters, and not for laughs of us.

It's rather sad when I remember what my dad used to be like. The memories of mom and my old dad are so faint I don't know if they are true or imagined, I just know I miss them. I hate the way I live. I don't hate my life, actually, I rather love living. Breathing air every day, being with Willow. I just have a few - big - cracks in the road. So big one might be clouded with thoughts life is terrible. I don't like thinking that way. I think a lot. I listen, and then at night, when I go to bed, I think.

Nowadays, I'm pretty sure we haven't changed our way of livivng. Things aren't better. Maybe even a tad bit worse, but it's my life all the same. I don't talk any more than I used to. No less, if I could talk less. I still search for things. I still have to avoid my dad. Sometimes, we'll actually meet him in town, where he seems as though he lived out in the streets. Smelly as he is. But, so goes life. It'll go on, maybe things'll get better. Or not, I feel as though this cruelty will never end.[/font][/right][/justify]

Last Edit: Mar 8, 2012 21:30:53 GMT -5 by Sarella

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Violet Maccin ~ District 9 Mar 9, 2012 12:04:28 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Mar 9, 2012 12:04:28 GMT -5

Please give each bio its own thread in order to prevent confusion. I'm not sure what the benefit of having them in the same thread would be, but I feel like it may cause difficulty if, for instance, one of these characters is Reaped and dies or one goes inactive (character directory updates and such), etc. Also, for reviewing purposes, since each character will need to be evaluated individually. Thank you.

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