Re: Chryssie Frost//Capitol//Finished(:
Feb 4, 2012 10:18:31 GMT -5
Post by Toasty on Feb 4, 2012 10:18:31 GMT -5
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Name: Chrysanthemum Frost.
Nicknames: 'Chryssie'
Gender/Sex: Female.
Age: Sixteen. ( 16. )
Birthday: May 17th.
Height & Weight: 143lbs//5feet 7 inches.
Location/Class: Capitol/Middle Class Citizen.
Current Status: Missing. ( Five years. )
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[/size] [/left] [/justify] [/blockquote] [/blockquote] [/colour]Nicknames: 'Chryssie'
Gender/Sex: Female.
Age: Sixteen. ( 16. )
Birthday: May 17th.
Height & Weight: 143lbs//5feet 7 inches.
Location/Class: Capitol/Middle Class Citizen.
Current Status: Missing. ( Five years. )
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"Haha. What is this shit? These Peacekeepers got all the details about me are: Double you, Are, Oh, En, Gea. ( W R O N G.) I think I've got enough time to fix this up before we're up and out again." Chryssie said in a mere whisper, talking to herself whilst giggling. She took a glance at the shined off screen. She was at her hideout, with her friends, and she happened to be able to hack the Peacekeepers records system. Hopefully, with the things Justin did, everything would be fine. His re-routed the IP address, and the place wasn't trackable now. Now with the files off her on here, she could access the template, and have every new member enter their information, just so she had something on/about them. She quickly found the coding off the template, and copied into onto a drive. She got out of the system the Peacekeepers used, as her screen suddenly hummed, the colours changing as she changed from screen to screen. Sure, she was only 16. But, she was much more dangerous then you could imagine. With her team and herself, they were deadly. More deadly then you could imagine. She began to type up her new Appearance, and decided to add more things on her. For everyone in her group to get to know her better if they wanted. She was going to add things about her personality, and her history. Memories, if you will.
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I guess if you're here, you're reading this right now, and I might as well be as detailed as possible, for you guy's sake. I want you all to know me the best you can, and I want you all to make sure you know me for who I am. Appearance is first, I guess. ...Enjoy?
I'm a Blondie on the outside, and perhaps on the inside too. I mean, you know what they say: "Blonde people are dumb. Blondie's don't know anything!" Yea, well, all of that? I'm not brain dead, I know how to do things and how to take care of myself, thank you very much. My hair's strawberry blonde though, not dirty. I don't have any streaks of dark brown flowing in my hairline- Just true blonde. But, you probably already know that... So, I think i'll go into some more interesting stuff. Well, as you guys may know, I've been troubled ever since I've ditched my family and ran, and sleep usually isn't an option for me. But don't try and help me sleep; It'll be a useful effort and precious time wasted. 'Cause of this, I've got bags under my eyes that are stained a dark blue, even purple... You know. Like a eggplant. That's mostly the reason why I uhm... overdose? No, use so much eyeliner. It's mostly to hide the fact I've got those ugly things under my eyes. Eyeliner helps bring the attention to my eyeballs, which are a pretty nice colour, in my opinion. They're a bright blue, like the sky in the icy winter, but it has a slight tint of brown, a trait most people on my Mums side of the family have. I remember her telling me that once.
Other than that, I'm pretty bland. I use the same pink lipstick everyday; one that's a nice cute shade of pink. Yea, I give in, I love the colour pink. I might act all bad-ass and stuff, but pink just...gives it all. Flowers and Pink, it guess it's from my name. It comes naturally, you know? I'm a girl, what can I say? Some people say I've got long legs, and say that they're nice, but I think they freak some people out... But, I really don't mind. It goes well when I wear short-shorts. It's cute, in my opinion. And yes, my opinion matters to me, and frankly, yours doesn't. Unless it does... But if it's bad, it doesn't! But, I think I actually can pull off the shorts, since i'm not snow-white pale that i look freakishly creepy, I'm in the middle, where I've at least got some skin tone. Thankfully, i'm not disgustingly tan, where the blonde hair clashes with that skin tone and just hurts your eyes- Like come Capitol freaks love to do. Sometimes, when I feel pretty and have nothing better to do, I like drawing golden vines up from my cheeks to my eyes, and sometimes to my temples. It think it's cool, like a seed growing inside of me, up into my brain, feeding me the knowledge of who I really am inside. Okay, I know, that sounded cheesy, but don't bug me about it later. It'd just embarrass me. My arms are skinny really, but they've still got some sort of meat on them. Fat or muscle, I cannot really determine. I weigh 143lbs, average for a girl of 5 foot 7 inches, I guess.
Fashion is actually something I care about- Yipee! Usually, living up to my name, I wear things with flowers on them. Floral dresses are something i'm fond of, and my closet's just full of them. I usually refuse to dress the extremely ridiculous Capitol stuff, but sometimes I do, just to be able to hide from the Peacekeepers in plain sight. ( And it usually works too. ) Short-Shorts, tank tops, sunglasses and wedge sandals usually do it for me in the Summer and Spring. It's what I like to wear, I guess. I usually wear floral dresses though, and if you haven't noticed, I'd like to you see me a bit more. That's mainly my style during the warm seasons, but during the cold seasons, I do wear something different. We haven't all been together that long, so I guess I won't blame you for not knowing this all.
During the winter I wear warmer things, of course. You know those boots, with the fur inside and the lambskin outsides? Yea, those boots from District Nine. Those are really warm, and I love wearing those during the winter. That with some skinny jeans and a sweatshirt usually does it for me- Whether I look like someone from District 12 or not. Now, for jewelry I don't really care. Occasionally a necklace is all you'll get out of me. If you haven't noticed, those loafer-like hats crafted from straw are hats I really like, and probably with most outfits, I'd wear that too. If you're not a girl in The Runaways reading this now, kudos to you, for making it this far. Now I'll move on, that's enough on appearance, onto personality, where you'll get to know me even better.
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Everyone's got their goodies, the things people like about them, the things that make them likable. Sadly, however, not everyone is perfect, which results in flaws. I assume you all know this, so I'm just going to continue. I'll start with the things I think are good about myself. Don't worry, i'm not going to be cocky.
The good things about me? Well, I guess there's a few. I find that i'm friendly, and attract people near me, you know? Otherwise, you'd all hate me, right? I think i'm friendly enough, and I can have a healthy conversation with somebody without bursting out an insult or rude sarcasm. Please, correct me later if i'm wrong. Confidence is definitely something I've got. I'm ready to take the lead, and I'm ready to step into action. I do not hesitate when it comes to things that are necessary to be completed. Say, you know how much confidence it took to fight against my parents beliefs and to run away from them? I needed the confidence that i'd be okay, that'd I'd made it out okay and live the life I've wanted. If you tell me otherwise, please, expect and eye roll and probably a slap in the face. If someone else tells you different, tell me, and the consequences shall not differ. I might just gain a little respect from you as I do so.
Now that you know me oh, that much more, I'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. I'm a great liar. Don't believe me? You just wait an see. I've manipulated so many Capitol citizens with my time with you guys, it's not even funny. (Actually, it is pretty funny.) I pretend I'm on the streets, struggling day by day to survive and they give me discounts, and sometimes even free things. Those gullible, gullible snobs. One day I hope they learn their lesson. One day, I hope they go bankrupt and corrupt. Boy, if my lying got my ideal to get that far out of place, I'd love it oh so much.
Being sneaky is an aspect I cannot afford to lose. This is the main thing that gets me- Us, the Runaways, to be so successful in what we do. Honestly, I think i could teach anyone how to be sneaky. I snuck out of my house, I've snuck around the Capitol, and I've done so much, it's practically like a sixth sense to me. You guys know how to sneak your way around things too, hopefully, but if you truly want to be the best at it- or mediocre at it, I'd recommend asking me. I know nearly every trick in the book. I mean, I haven't even gotten caught once. And it's been 5 years since my first sneaking attempt has happened.
Now, the moment you've all hopefully not been waiting for, my flaws. Yea, I've got them, you've got them, everyone's got them. Don't tell me you don't, cause then I'll call you a bloody stuck-up liar.
Honestly, the next thing I'm about to say could be taken two whole different ways. I can get a tad bit overly-independent, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I can get carried away, and begin to ponder and wonder, and do things on my own. That's when I need you guys to slow me down, and keep me at a pace I can stay at. Trust me, if I get too carried away with my own independence, the only thing that'll happen in the end is trouble. And trouble is that last thing we need to get into. I mean, we already steal, don't we? We don't need trouble within our own little clique. Yes, the Independence issue does back into a little personal time of my life, and it's only fair to share it. The point that I had to stand up to my parents to only get out my opinion was hard enough for me, and the point that I ran away from them, assuming I'd live a greater life took a hell lot of courage. It took independence though, since the only thing that made me run away was the lack of it I was allowed to express. I had enough of it, and here I am now. See how that's a... Ehh, flaw now? Yea.
Okay, i'm going to be straight forward about this. I'm a flirty girl, alright? I know who I am, and I don't need anybody to tell me otherwise. I find flirting enjoyable, and it gives me something to smile about. But sometimes it's bad; most of the time, actually. It can get me carried away, and send wrong messages both ways. To me, and the flirter. I never really got in the way of myself, and I never really tried to fix this, but I think I should sometimes soon, for the better of us all. You know, one day, my flirting might get us all caught. Who knows, maybe the Peacekeepers know who we are and are just waiting for the right moment to strike. It's a possibility, right? I guess I should tell you guys my history, and the memories I've had. I'll go in depth of who I really am, and how this group came to be.
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When I was only a baby, I knew my parents were happy. First born and perfect, there was nothing to not like about me. Then again, babies are babies, and they grow up. That's something my parents never seemed to be able to get through their heads. Maybe. just maybe if they were able to do that one simple thing, I'd still be there with them, cuddling on my bed, in my room. Sadly for them, they didn't, and here I am right now. And trust me, i'm way happier where I am right now, then I was back then. I'm no longer their 'baby', and a missing girl presumed dead.
I was their nightmare child; the one they hoped they'd never have. Through ages 1 to 5, I was always rebellious against them, fighting with all the little might my little body would give. I refused to watch The Hunger games- Not even the reapings, because as a little girl things that that scared me. The crying made me cry, and the dying made me feel bad inside; For the kids that were sent to the arena without choice.
But, then again, as a little girl I didn't know much, and my opinion could be altered. 'Least that's what my parents thought was the deal. They literally forced me onto the couch each day to watch the games, only to haunt my memory as they enjoyed it. Laughed at it, even. Nightmares were always a possibility when I was a little girl. And trust me, those possibilities struck whenever they could. "Honey," They would say, trying to calm me down: "Honey, it's alright. They wanted to come into the arena. It's all okay, Chryssie!" I didn't believe a word they said. Not even at age five.
Hatred's flamed flickered in my eyes ever since. Every year they'd try to get me to watch, but every year I had the same answer. I'd lock myself in my room and just sit there, waiting for the horrors to end. My room was usually dark though, with only the blinking lights of the streets outside lighting it up. I felt better that way. I felt more alone... In solitude. I was 10 by now, and from age 5 trough ten, I grew. I grew up so much, people in my level grade were almost freaked out. I knew exactly what the games were now, and I knew how the tributes really felt. Except the careers. They reminded me of us Capitol citizens, you know? I mean, you guys have seen them too. Snobby, stuck-up, they're the full package. Sorry, I'm probably boring you right now. I'll get to the more exciting part. How this group really came to be.
I was eleven when it all happened, the day I decided I had enough. I was mature enough now, and I knew how to care for myself. I knew all the tricks in the Capitol, and I knew how to bargain; To steal, even. That was the day I decided to ditch my stupid house, and my stupid family. Being an only child was bad enough, along with the facts my parents tried to create who I became. It was final. I was running away; I was going to find a new home, and a new family. I packed my bags with my favorite dresses, (Sigh, and my make-up...), boots, pants, jewelry, all that stuff I needed to live. It was the middle of the night, and it was cold, you know, it being the winter. I snuck downstairs, and into the kitchen and grabbed me some money out of my mum and dad's wallets, packed up some food, stuffed it in my duffle-bag and my messenger bag, and got the hell out of the household. Yep, I was running away. I stop and take one last look at the household- The one I'd never be returning to. The Calender read: December 17th; The date I'd never forget. I turned my head back around, and headed for the door. Hopefully these jeans and sweatshirt were going to be warm enough on top of 2 layers of shirts, because time was running out. I must've made too much noise that day, because I could hear my parents calling my name, me not being in my room and all. They rushed down the stairs as I flung open the door and jolted out. The last thing I heard that night was my parents shouting my name. For me to return.
Now, this is where the fun began. This is where I first began to live the life we did now. Well, minus this warehouse and all.
I'd been saving the money I took from my parents, and I took way more then I imagined I had. But, at that moment, the only thing I could do was laugh. I had finally escaped the life I had hated, and dreaded my whole life. But now, sadly, I was a homeless 11-year old, with nowhere to go. The next year was horrid, but honestly, it could have been worse. There were abandoned shacks to sneak into, and stalls to take from, and things to buy. All my clothes had been used more then once, except one sun dress, that I loved that most. It was the prettiest one I owned, and I got it for my 10th birthday. It was much too large, but my parents had bought it saying: "And you can wear it when you become big like the tributes in the games!", so basically, I'd have to be 13 through 18 until I discovered when I could wear it. Otherwise, I was pretty miserable.
That day, where the sun shone down on the Capitol. It felt different today, it felt happier. It seemed like opportunity today, full of love, happiness and joy. I'm not sure why, because I didn't have any of that at the moment. I decided to go as pretty as I could today. I was debating whether or not to wear my prettiest dress, but in the end I decided not to. I could wait till I grew up. I could wait until I grew into it. Then the moment would be that much more special to me. I entered a public bathroom area, and made sure I looked okay. I applied the remainder of make-up I had left on my face, and used the tad bit of gold eye-liner I had and drew a 'vine' from my cheek bone to my temple. I thought it looked cute, and I still do it today, if you haven't noticed. I put on my next favorite dress, one that flowed down to my knee's, it's flowery pattern able to bright up any day. I twirled around in my dress, for one last time and decided it was time to go. I took my bags, slipped into my boots, and took in the fresh Capitol air as I exited the bathroom. I was going to find out the reason why I ran away that day. And the day that happened, was the day I imagined it was going to happen.
Honestly, hope that day was slim for me, and the sun was already beginning to set. I thought I had though wrong, and that I was just having childish dreams, until I ran into a girl; The girl who changed my life forever. Yep, you guys know her. It was Pixie, and her Pa.
You guys basically know the story from here, but why not just tell the tale one last time, for this marvelous computer screen and it's boring records. I'll make it brief though. I met Pixie that day, and it turned out we had more in common than we thought. We talked and chatted, and we discovered our views on our homeland were exactly the same. It was just wrong. Her dad was also kind enough to agree, and take me in. I lived with them for the remainder of my time, as we gradually grew as a group. Slowly the members came in, and we were happy. Pixie had discovered a abandoned warehouse, and her wealthy father helped us get everything we have now. It was great, really, how good her family was about this whole thing. Hopefully, this can continue going by un-noticed by the officials, and we can continue our ways. The life that was better then our old ones by far.
Other/ooc; Finally finished. Tell me if I need more to add, or things to modify. For my plot!
Word Count; 3,469 words.
Appearance....Processing...Activated:
I guess if you're here, you're reading this right now, and I might as well be as detailed as possible, for you guy's sake. I want you all to know me the best you can, and I want you all to make sure you know me for who I am. Appearance is first, I guess. ...Enjoy?
I'm a Blondie on the outside, and perhaps on the inside too. I mean, you know what they say: "Blonde people are dumb. Blondie's don't know anything!" Yea, well, all of that? I'm not brain dead, I know how to do things and how to take care of myself, thank you very much. My hair's strawberry blonde though, not dirty. I don't have any streaks of dark brown flowing in my hairline- Just true blonde. But, you probably already know that... So, I think i'll go into some more interesting stuff. Well, as you guys may know, I've been troubled ever since I've ditched my family and ran, and sleep usually isn't an option for me. But don't try and help me sleep; It'll be a useful effort and precious time wasted. 'Cause of this, I've got bags under my eyes that are stained a dark blue, even purple... You know. Like a eggplant. That's mostly the reason why I uhm... overdose? No, use so much eyeliner. It's mostly to hide the fact I've got those ugly things under my eyes. Eyeliner helps bring the attention to my eyeballs, which are a pretty nice colour, in my opinion. They're a bright blue, like the sky in the icy winter, but it has a slight tint of brown, a trait most people on my Mums side of the family have. I remember her telling me that once.
Other than that, I'm pretty bland. I use the same pink lipstick everyday; one that's a nice cute shade of pink. Yea, I give in, I love the colour pink. I might act all bad-ass and stuff, but pink just...gives it all. Flowers and Pink, it guess it's from my name. It comes naturally, you know? I'm a girl, what can I say? Some people say I've got long legs, and say that they're nice, but I think they freak some people out... But, I really don't mind. It goes well when I wear short-shorts. It's cute, in my opinion. And yes, my opinion matters to me, and frankly, yours doesn't. Unless it does... But if it's bad, it doesn't! But, I think I actually can pull off the shorts, since i'm not snow-white pale that i look freakishly creepy, I'm in the middle, where I've at least got some skin tone. Thankfully, i'm not disgustingly tan, where the blonde hair clashes with that skin tone and just hurts your eyes- Like come Capitol freaks love to do. Sometimes, when I feel pretty and have nothing better to do, I like drawing golden vines up from my cheeks to my eyes, and sometimes to my temples. It think it's cool, like a seed growing inside of me, up into my brain, feeding me the knowledge of who I really am inside. Okay, I know, that sounded cheesy, but don't bug me about it later. It'd just embarrass me. My arms are skinny really, but they've still got some sort of meat on them. Fat or muscle, I cannot really determine. I weigh 143lbs, average for a girl of 5 foot 7 inches, I guess.
Fashion is actually something I care about- Yipee! Usually, living up to my name, I wear things with flowers on them. Floral dresses are something i'm fond of, and my closet's just full of them. I usually refuse to dress the extremely ridiculous Capitol stuff, but sometimes I do, just to be able to hide from the Peacekeepers in plain sight. ( And it usually works too. ) Short-Shorts, tank tops, sunglasses and wedge sandals usually do it for me in the Summer and Spring. It's what I like to wear, I guess. I usually wear floral dresses though, and if you haven't noticed, I'd like to you see me a bit more. That's mainly my style during the warm seasons, but during the cold seasons, I do wear something different. We haven't all been together that long, so I guess I won't blame you for not knowing this all.
During the winter I wear warmer things, of course. You know those boots, with the fur inside and the lambskin outsides? Yea, those boots from District Nine. Those are really warm, and I love wearing those during the winter. That with some skinny jeans and a sweatshirt usually does it for me- Whether I look like someone from District 12 or not. Now, for jewelry I don't really care. Occasionally a necklace is all you'll get out of me. If you haven't noticed, those loafer-like hats crafted from straw are hats I really like, and probably with most outfits, I'd wear that too. If you're not a girl in The Runaways reading this now, kudos to you, for making it this far. Now I'll move on, that's enough on appearance, onto personality, where you'll get to know me even better.
Personality....Processing...Activated:
Everyone's got their goodies, the things people like about them, the things that make them likable. Sadly, however, not everyone is perfect, which results in flaws. I assume you all know this, so I'm just going to continue. I'll start with the things I think are good about myself. Don't worry, i'm not going to be cocky.
The good things about me? Well, I guess there's a few. I find that i'm friendly, and attract people near me, you know? Otherwise, you'd all hate me, right? I think i'm friendly enough, and I can have a healthy conversation with somebody without bursting out an insult or rude sarcasm. Please, correct me later if i'm wrong. Confidence is definitely something I've got. I'm ready to take the lead, and I'm ready to step into action. I do not hesitate when it comes to things that are necessary to be completed. Say, you know how much confidence it took to fight against my parents beliefs and to run away from them? I needed the confidence that i'd be okay, that'd I'd made it out okay and live the life I've wanted. If you tell me otherwise, please, expect and eye roll and probably a slap in the face. If someone else tells you different, tell me, and the consequences shall not differ. I might just gain a little respect from you as I do so.
Now that you know me oh, that much more, I'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. I'm a great liar. Don't believe me? You just wait an see. I've manipulated so many Capitol citizens with my time with you guys, it's not even funny. (Actually, it is pretty funny.) I pretend I'm on the streets, struggling day by day to survive and they give me discounts, and sometimes even free things. Those gullible, gullible snobs. One day I hope they learn their lesson. One day, I hope they go bankrupt and corrupt. Boy, if my lying got my ideal to get that far out of place, I'd love it oh so much.
Being sneaky is an aspect I cannot afford to lose. This is the main thing that gets me- Us, the Runaways, to be so successful in what we do. Honestly, I think i could teach anyone how to be sneaky. I snuck out of my house, I've snuck around the Capitol, and I've done so much, it's practically like a sixth sense to me. You guys know how to sneak your way around things too, hopefully, but if you truly want to be the best at it- or mediocre at it, I'd recommend asking me. I know nearly every trick in the book. I mean, I haven't even gotten caught once. And it's been 5 years since my first sneaking attempt has happened.
Now, the moment you've all hopefully not been waiting for, my flaws. Yea, I've got them, you've got them, everyone's got them. Don't tell me you don't, cause then I'll call you a bloody stuck-up liar.
Honestly, the next thing I'm about to say could be taken two whole different ways. I can get a tad bit overly-independent, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I can get carried away, and begin to ponder and wonder, and do things on my own. That's when I need you guys to slow me down, and keep me at a pace I can stay at. Trust me, if I get too carried away with my own independence, the only thing that'll happen in the end is trouble. And trouble is that last thing we need to get into. I mean, we already steal, don't we? We don't need trouble within our own little clique. Yes, the Independence issue does back into a little personal time of my life, and it's only fair to share it. The point that I had to stand up to my parents to only get out my opinion was hard enough for me, and the point that I ran away from them, assuming I'd live a greater life took a hell lot of courage. It took independence though, since the only thing that made me run away was the lack of it I was allowed to express. I had enough of it, and here I am now. See how that's a... Ehh, flaw now? Yea.
Okay, i'm going to be straight forward about this. I'm a flirty girl, alright? I know who I am, and I don't need anybody to tell me otherwise. I find flirting enjoyable, and it gives me something to smile about. But sometimes it's bad; most of the time, actually. It can get me carried away, and send wrong messages both ways. To me, and the flirter. I never really got in the way of myself, and I never really tried to fix this, but I think I should sometimes soon, for the better of us all. You know, one day, my flirting might get us all caught. Who knows, maybe the Peacekeepers know who we are and are just waiting for the right moment to strike. It's a possibility, right? I guess I should tell you guys my history, and the memories I've had. I'll go in depth of who I really am, and how this group came to be.
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When I was only a baby, I knew my parents were happy. First born and perfect, there was nothing to not like about me. Then again, babies are babies, and they grow up. That's something my parents never seemed to be able to get through their heads. Maybe. just maybe if they were able to do that one simple thing, I'd still be there with them, cuddling on my bed, in my room. Sadly for them, they didn't, and here I am right now. And trust me, i'm way happier where I am right now, then I was back then. I'm no longer their 'baby', and a missing girl presumed dead.
I was their nightmare child; the one they hoped they'd never have. Through ages 1 to 5, I was always rebellious against them, fighting with all the little might my little body would give. I refused to watch The Hunger games- Not even the reapings, because as a little girl things that that scared me. The crying made me cry, and the dying made me feel bad inside; For the kids that were sent to the arena without choice.
But, then again, as a little girl I didn't know much, and my opinion could be altered. 'Least that's what my parents thought was the deal. They literally forced me onto the couch each day to watch the games, only to haunt my memory as they enjoyed it. Laughed at it, even. Nightmares were always a possibility when I was a little girl. And trust me, those possibilities struck whenever they could. "Honey," They would say, trying to calm me down: "Honey, it's alright. They wanted to come into the arena. It's all okay, Chryssie!" I didn't believe a word they said. Not even at age five.
Hatred's flamed flickered in my eyes ever since. Every year they'd try to get me to watch, but every year I had the same answer. I'd lock myself in my room and just sit there, waiting for the horrors to end. My room was usually dark though, with only the blinking lights of the streets outside lighting it up. I felt better that way. I felt more alone... In solitude. I was 10 by now, and from age 5 trough ten, I grew. I grew up so much, people in my level grade were almost freaked out. I knew exactly what the games were now, and I knew how the tributes really felt. Except the careers. They reminded me of us Capitol citizens, you know? I mean, you guys have seen them too. Snobby, stuck-up, they're the full package. Sorry, I'm probably boring you right now. I'll get to the more exciting part. How this group really came to be.
I was eleven when it all happened, the day I decided I had enough. I was mature enough now, and I knew how to care for myself. I knew all the tricks in the Capitol, and I knew how to bargain; To steal, even. That was the day I decided to ditch my stupid house, and my stupid family. Being an only child was bad enough, along with the facts my parents tried to create who I became. It was final. I was running away; I was going to find a new home, and a new family. I packed my bags with my favorite dresses, (Sigh, and my make-up...), boots, pants, jewelry, all that stuff I needed to live. It was the middle of the night, and it was cold, you know, it being the winter. I snuck downstairs, and into the kitchen and grabbed me some money out of my mum and dad's wallets, packed up some food, stuffed it in my duffle-bag and my messenger bag, and got the hell out of the household. Yep, I was running away. I stop and take one last look at the household- The one I'd never be returning to. The Calender read: December 17th; The date I'd never forget. I turned my head back around, and headed for the door. Hopefully these jeans and sweatshirt were going to be warm enough on top of 2 layers of shirts, because time was running out. I must've made too much noise that day, because I could hear my parents calling my name, me not being in my room and all. They rushed down the stairs as I flung open the door and jolted out. The last thing I heard that night was my parents shouting my name. For me to return.
Now, this is where the fun began. This is where I first began to live the life we did now. Well, minus this warehouse and all.
I'd been saving the money I took from my parents, and I took way more then I imagined I had. But, at that moment, the only thing I could do was laugh. I had finally escaped the life I had hated, and dreaded my whole life. But now, sadly, I was a homeless 11-year old, with nowhere to go. The next year was horrid, but honestly, it could have been worse. There were abandoned shacks to sneak into, and stalls to take from, and things to buy. All my clothes had been used more then once, except one sun dress, that I loved that most. It was the prettiest one I owned, and I got it for my 10th birthday. It was much too large, but my parents had bought it saying: "And you can wear it when you become big like the tributes in the games!", so basically, I'd have to be 13 through 18 until I discovered when I could wear it. Otherwise, I was pretty miserable.
That day, where the sun shone down on the Capitol. It felt different today, it felt happier. It seemed like opportunity today, full of love, happiness and joy. I'm not sure why, because I didn't have any of that at the moment. I decided to go as pretty as I could today. I was debating whether or not to wear my prettiest dress, but in the end I decided not to. I could wait till I grew up. I could wait until I grew into it. Then the moment would be that much more special to me. I entered a public bathroom area, and made sure I looked okay. I applied the remainder of make-up I had left on my face, and used the tad bit of gold eye-liner I had and drew a 'vine' from my cheek bone to my temple. I thought it looked cute, and I still do it today, if you haven't noticed. I put on my next favorite dress, one that flowed down to my knee's, it's flowery pattern able to bright up any day. I twirled around in my dress, for one last time and decided it was time to go. I took my bags, slipped into my boots, and took in the fresh Capitol air as I exited the bathroom. I was going to find out the reason why I ran away that day. And the day that happened, was the day I imagined it was going to happen.
Honestly, hope that day was slim for me, and the sun was already beginning to set. I thought I had though wrong, and that I was just having childish dreams, until I ran into a girl; The girl who changed my life forever. Yep, you guys know her. It was Pixie, and her Pa.
You guys basically know the story from here, but why not just tell the tale one last time, for this marvelous computer screen and it's boring records. I'll make it brief though. I met Pixie that day, and it turned out we had more in common than we thought. We talked and chatted, and we discovered our views on our homeland were exactly the same. It was just wrong. Her dad was also kind enough to agree, and take me in. I lived with them for the remainder of my time, as we gradually grew as a group. Slowly the members came in, and we were happy. Pixie had discovered a abandoned warehouse, and her wealthy father helped us get everything we have now. It was great, really, how good her family was about this whole thing. Hopefully, this can continue going by un-noticed by the officials, and we can continue our ways. The life that was better then our old ones by far.
Other/ooc; Finally finished. Tell me if I need more to add, or things to modify. For my plot!
Word Count; 3,469 words.
