Shadows Joan, Wanderer (FINISHED)
Aug 4, 2012 23:06:01 GMT -5
Post by I'm Known As Eliza on Aug 4, 2012 23:06:01 GMT -5
SHADOWS JOAN
THE RUNNER
APPEARANCE
[/color][/center]THE RUNNER
APPEARANCE
How the hell'd we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try an' turn the tables?
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
[/size][/right][/b][/i]Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try an' turn the tables?
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
I'm invisible. I have been ever since I was a little girl. Hiding was my specialty. The shadows were my home. I could disappear, and no one would notice. But see, there's a difference between being invisible, and being hidden. When you're invisible, no one knows about you. When you're hidden, you at least have hope of being found.
I'm plain. Easily forgotten. Easily lost in the sea of important people. I have plain brown hair, that's a shade of brown that's about as rare as a tree trunk. It's long, and straight, falling to my mid back. It gets tangled easily, and there are often twigs and leaves in it, but I don't care, because it just helps me become invisible. It often falls in front of my eyes, and the mud that is thrown around in it often just adds to the effect. The mud becomes caked into my scalp, and I don't bother getting it out. What's the point? I don't want to be clean, if it makes me visible again. I guess my hair frames my face well.
My eyes are well placed on my face. Right in the middle. They're brown too, and they're rather large, giving me a younger look, but I don't mind. Between them, the bridge of my nose slopes down into a small pointy little thing, that juts out in sharp contrast to my relaxed features. My cheeks are a natural rosy shade, but it's not meant to be noticed. My lips are thin, and uninteresting, definitely unkissable, but you don't think about that kind of stuff when you're in the middle of forest surrounded by birds and trees. My whole face is dotted with small freckles, which I absolutely abhor. But I hate my ears more. My ears are large and they stick out unnaturally, so I cover them with my hair, which works. Sometimes.
My body is long and lanky and tall. Not abnormally tall, but my arms are long, and my legs are skinny, and my neck is thin like a stick. I have a rather tan complexion, so I'm brown like my eyes and my hair. I'm about 5'7", a normal height for a girl my age I think, and my legs make up most of it. I have almost no curves, so I'm not the most chesty girl, and my hips don't exactly stick out. I'm rather strong. Well, strong enough to climb trees, at least. I'm light enough that I can go rather high in trees, which make rather good vantage points I might say. I'm invisible when I want to be.
[/color][/center]I'm plain. Easily forgotten. Easily lost in the sea of important people. I have plain brown hair, that's a shade of brown that's about as rare as a tree trunk. It's long, and straight, falling to my mid back. It gets tangled easily, and there are often twigs and leaves in it, but I don't care, because it just helps me become invisible. It often falls in front of my eyes, and the mud that is thrown around in it often just adds to the effect. The mud becomes caked into my scalp, and I don't bother getting it out. What's the point? I don't want to be clean, if it makes me visible again. I guess my hair frames my face well.
My eyes are well placed on my face. Right in the middle. They're brown too, and they're rather large, giving me a younger look, but I don't mind. Between them, the bridge of my nose slopes down into a small pointy little thing, that juts out in sharp contrast to my relaxed features. My cheeks are a natural rosy shade, but it's not meant to be noticed. My lips are thin, and uninteresting, definitely unkissable, but you don't think about that kind of stuff when you're in the middle of forest surrounded by birds and trees. My whole face is dotted with small freckles, which I absolutely abhor. But I hate my ears more. My ears are large and they stick out unnaturally, so I cover them with my hair, which works. Sometimes.
My body is long and lanky and tall. Not abnormally tall, but my arms are long, and my legs are skinny, and my neck is thin like a stick. I have a rather tan complexion, so I'm brown like my eyes and my hair. I'm about 5'7", a normal height for a girl my age I think, and my legs make up most of it. I have almost no curves, so I'm not the most chesty girl, and my hips don't exactly stick out. I'm rather strong. Well, strong enough to climb trees, at least. I'm light enough that I can go rather high in trees, which make rather good vantage points I might say. I'm invisible when I want to be.
PERSONALITY
[/color][/center]Well I'd hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
[/b][/right][/color][/size]We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I feel so many different emotion throught my day it isn't even funny. But mostly I'm quiet. I don't like to talk to people, and if they talk to me, a good glare is enough to shut them up sometimes. I'm reserved, and I don't like expressing my feelings. I hate telling people if I'm angry or sad, because they should get the memo right? If I'm angry, I glare, and if I'm happy, I don't. Simple enough, I'm not the most complicated person on the planet.
Some people think that I overwhelm them whenever I finally go off. But when people irritate me, I'm bound to speak my mind. They should be expecting it. Keeping quiet hels me keep my invisible status, and if I go off it's because you're really irritating me. So sometimes it's best to back off when you see me glare. I hate having people crowd around me, asking me if I'm okay, or if I need anything. I've always been independent, if that's a good thing.
I'm a good listener. I listen to people when they know it and when they don't. I eavesdrop, and I'm not afraid to pop in and say my two cents, and then back out. They usually forget me, but they remember my advice. I've been told I'm wise past my years, that I'm rational. It's my words that people hang onto, not my personality. I've always had a knack for words. When my parents were around, they were amazed by the wisdom I would blurt out on random afternoons in our little cottage. I would say how sometimes, you just need to hang back and observe, and they would stare at me like I was a crazy four year old. I guess wisdom comes with a price. Being rational has it's advantages. Like knowing when we need more food because there going to be a crazy famine soon, or knowing when to move forward and keep on going to the next district. I use my wisdom as well as I can.
[/size]Some people think that I overwhelm them whenever I finally go off. But when people irritate me, I'm bound to speak my mind. They should be expecting it. Keeping quiet hels me keep my invisible status, and if I go off it's because you're really irritating me. So sometimes it's best to back off when you see me glare. I hate having people crowd around me, asking me if I'm okay, or if I need anything. I've always been independent, if that's a good thing.
I'm a good listener. I listen to people when they know it and when they don't. I eavesdrop, and I'm not afraid to pop in and say my two cents, and then back out. They usually forget me, but they remember my advice. I've been told I'm wise past my years, that I'm rational. It's my words that people hang onto, not my personality. I've always had a knack for words. When my parents were around, they were amazed by the wisdom I would blurt out on random afternoons in our little cottage. I would say how sometimes, you just need to hang back and observe, and they would stare at me like I was a crazy four year old. I guess wisdom comes with a price. Being rational has it's advantages. Like knowing when we need more food because there going to be a crazy famine soon, or knowing when to move forward and keep on going to the next district. I use my wisdom as well as I can.
HISTORY
[/size][/color]How the hell'd we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try an' turn the tables?
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
[/b][/right][/color][/size]Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try an' turn the tables?
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
I was born in District Eight. I was just another statistic to the Capitol, and a living miracle to my parents. They thought that my mom was infertile, and my grandparents had basically shunned them because of it. So when I was born, and my little eyes opened for the first time, I was loved on, and cared for.
But of course, all good things must come to an end sometime, right? When my parents experienced one of the worst famines in Panem history, they fled the comfort of District Eight. My mom died shortly afterward of starvation. My dad was heartbroken, and he tried to get back into the district. But the house was torn down and burned, and my grandparents were dead. So my dad, determined to make a life in the open forest in between districts, survived. And he took me with him. He managed to build a house, gather food, and we lived. For a short while.
I learned how to gather food. I learned how to escape the vicious animals that attacked. I learned how to steal, unfortunately, and we survived. I learned how to fight, I learned how to climb, I learned how to run. Running has always been an option in my opinion. If running doesn't suit, you fight. And if you can't fight, you're dead.
But then, once I turned eighteen, my dad disappeared. He left me with some rope, a few meager pairs of clothes, and a knife, with enough food for a week. No note, no nothing. He left me, where I stayed. I guess he's dead now. He was sick and dying. So I stayed invisible, I kept to the shadows. I approach the districts every once in a while when situations are dire. I keep to the alley ways, I barter, I find money that has been dropped on the streets. I stay hidden during the day, and I go out at night, away from the Peacekeepers. I hide from them, and I make my life livable.
So I guess I'm not invisible. I'm hidden. And I don't plan on being found anytime soon. Because I've learned that when you're found, consequences are made. So don't come looking for me. I'll be where you least expect it, probably right next to you. But I'll be hidden.
[/color][/center]But of course, all good things must come to an end sometime, right? When my parents experienced one of the worst famines in Panem history, they fled the comfort of District Eight. My mom died shortly afterward of starvation. My dad was heartbroken, and he tried to get back into the district. But the house was torn down and burned, and my grandparents were dead. So my dad, determined to make a life in the open forest in between districts, survived. And he took me with him. He managed to build a house, gather food, and we lived. For a short while.
I learned how to gather food. I learned how to escape the vicious animals that attacked. I learned how to steal, unfortunately, and we survived. I learned how to fight, I learned how to climb, I learned how to run. Running has always been an option in my opinion. If running doesn't suit, you fight. And if you can't fight, you're dead.
But then, once I turned eighteen, my dad disappeared. He left me with some rope, a few meager pairs of clothes, and a knife, with enough food for a week. No note, no nothing. He left me, where I stayed. I guess he's dead now. He was sick and dying. So I stayed invisible, I kept to the shadows. I approach the districts every once in a while when situations are dire. I keep to the alley ways, I barter, I find money that has been dropped on the streets. I stay hidden during the day, and I go out at night, away from the Peacekeepers. I hide from them, and I make my life livable.
So I guess I'm not invisible. I'm hidden. And I don't plan on being found anytime soon. Because I've learned that when you're found, consequences are made. So don't come looking for me. I'll be where you least expect it, probably right next to you. But I'll be hidden.
CODEWORD
[/size][/color]ODAIR
LYRICS: Someday, by Nickelback
LYRICS: Someday, by Nickelback
