Mirabelle Aida Himura of District 1 [Fin]

Former Career potential-Tribute of District 1, her family has prepped her for the Hunger Games and to win - should she be picked. They had prepared Mirabelle in the case of either scenario - getting reaped or not. Brainwashed to appreciate the Capitol for their compromise of participating in the show, winning, and receiving lifetime money, Mirabelle has a - more or less - liking for the Capitol. Though she is not pious solely for the Capitol, her notions are positive. When younger, the young Asian woman would occasionally dream of being in the Hunger Games - not for the money but to cause some mayhem. Strategies would not be thought up, because she had only pondered on how to torture the Tributes the best ways possible, keeping silent cackles to herself. On the day of the Reaping when she was 18, not reaped, Mirabelle had to suppress the apparent anger on her face. All of her dreams were ruined; but, with brown eyes locked on the people in her group, Mirabelle bounced back easily, smirking the closest action she could do to her signature creepy, toothy smile. Now when she watches the Hunger Games, she listens closely for the screams; and, in her room, her family moments will comment that she watches the program religiously, outside of mandatory watching, practically staring with glee.

More or less, Mirabelle - in public - gets irritated often than angry; however, in her private affairs, she lets the emotions manifest in childish fits, screaming, shouting words. Occurrences for the wild mood will happen in seldom moments of emotional weakness; however, when coming around someone expressing that her 'games' are not fun, Mira is likely to begin shouting, denying that they are not joyful simply because they - as in the 'playmate' - are not energetic enough. Easy is to say that she highly disagrees with people stating that her entertainment is not fun. She understands that individuals do not appreciate her sort of games, but she does not care in the least when in her sadistic state. When really furious - which is extremely rare - Mira will forget to prolong for screams and go straight for the kill. Otherwise, pure ire is uncommon, usually replaced with her childish glee for the expressed pain. For the most part, she is hard to anger; but, to remember, she is easily irked when someone disses her games. Taunting will have to be at full to get enraged to the point she does not want to inflict malaise anymore.

Almost to the point of neutrality, one thing going out for Mirabelle is that she cannot be truly happy unless she is filling the emptiness her obsessions present upon her. Enjoyment of life cannot be complete without the bliss screams and pregnancy give, the highlights of her life she thinks. Much like accounts of her classmates retelling the joys abusing morphling (when and if they could get their hands on the substance), there is nothing that can please the Asian girl as well. She may smile from time to time without the personal euphoria malaise and pregnancy give, but they are significantly neutral by far comparison - and extremely apparent to tell. On occasion, her family will wonder the reason for days where she seems 'greatly' happy, cheerful, and full of life; and, they correlate the mirth to times where she is out later than usual, raising brows, concerns, and the need to put an increased amount of restrictions on the nineteen-year old. In the state of happiness - when not deranged - she is more lively, focused, and 'high off of life'. During the chase of the 'games', though, the signature smile shows through, eyes wide, and cackles slipping through the mouth. Her face in madness is akin to the stereotypical scary expression a child gives when a flashlight is shined under the chin and upward, casting eerie shadows.

Living a semi-secretive lifestyle of 'giving and taking' from others, the Asian woman attempts to be organized with her questionable objects and purchases, storing them in many inconspicuous locations of her residence, in the case the family members begin searching around common hiding spots. Even in the trusty satchel, she has to place the items in certain spaces, as not to reveal them suddenly while digging around in the bag. In an effort to uphold not being extremely suspicious in the eyes of the family members, Mirabelle maintains cleanness and openness with her room; this does not exactly allow her to fly by them easily, though, but a good habit is essential for possessing, she thinks, for the future. In the forest, the shack also stores her possessions, and they are organized and sorted there as well. With how much Mirabelle time spends to keep her surroundings to a spacious condition, some acquaintances have suggested that she is obsessive. (Definitely the only 'obsession' Mirabelle will openly show to the public masses). If she had no need to store away odd items from the Himura family members, though, perhaps her 'obsessive compulsive disorder' for orderliness and organization would not be as needed; however, Mirabelle does say to her classmates that she does not like places with such mess and clutter, left to be an uncertainty of her fate if she had not gone down the path of obsessions.

With some Japanese traditions upheld in the Himura household - watered down by many generations of living in pre-Panem establishment and after, though - Mirabelle has learned to speak a little of her ancestor's tongue - better writing, however - as a means - her family would say - in case she was reaped and could teach her alliance phrases as strategy. Shaped up by past customs, the Asian girl takes off her shoes in the house, bows, speaks to the superiors politely without much thought. Her opinion of ethnicity is neutral; as expected to keep these traditions in any person's household, she would either receive praise for such manners or get embarrassed remarks - a double-edge sword. She is neither proud or ashamed of her heritage, shrugging more or less. If asked the question of she loves her past 'country' (having lived in Panem for so long, Japan is merely a fairytale to the folk), she would respond that learning such details has benefits and disadvantages, twitching a half-smile to support her balanced views. Not common is for Mirabelle to actually speak in the tongue; and, as her family has lived in post-America for a long time, the formerly-known high-pitched accent can never be obtained, lost.

District 1 turned Raine Tsukiuma and Wallace Himura into Careers - with mannerisms of the Japanese intact. (More so prevalent in the mother than the father, the traditions were). They had actually known each other since childhood - by family ties - and had been set up to wed after both (Raine was five years younger than Wallace) were incapable of being reaped for the Hunger Games, in the interest of breeding Career children. Not only were the two families the few ones they knew were purely Japanese - the intention of their 'clean' heritage prominent - the two worked together the best, having a wide assortment of ranged abilities while sharing one or two talents, to teach onto their children. None within the Himura and Tsukiuma households disagreed with the arranged marriage a month after Raine's final reaping, and the couple were brought together, despite never showing a fostering love.

Growing into early (for Raine) and late (for Wallace) twenties, the two held a mild tolerance; though they worked together well in Career training of childhood and through the teen years, their personalities were off. Wallace was a man that believed in rigid training, a higher adoration for rules and order, and any rebellion would be straightened perfectly - he thought - by the belt buckle, taught so by the same procedure of his father and grandfather; Raine, on the other hand, was, more or less, loose by comparison. She was still persistent in tasks, but deadlines were relative - in her honest opinion - and thought that some drops of 'affectionate shaping' (as she called the term for implementing minor encouragement in scrimmages) would do wonders for people, displaying that she was flexible than her male counterpart. First, the new Himura nuclear family rubbed against each other the wrong ways; and, only by the time their first child was born could they put differences slightly behind them - for the time being.

23-years old, Raine gave birth to Tristan, a small baby boy. Birth of their son pleased the families, expressing that men would be more successful in the Hunger Games - in terms of physical feats. With urgency, the families - especially the Himuras' - bluntly told the two that more children were necessary for success. Though they desired offspring, they also said to limit to three, as there was a minimum investment both were willing to give for each child. (Both families, though never won the Hunger Games once, were above-average in finances, possessing their own lavish companies). Begrudgingly, Raine and Wallace followed the orders of the superiors, thinking they knew what was best for the possible bright future of winners. No losers - both thought - were permitted under their reign. While encouraging little Tristan to excel other potential Career children in primary motor skills (always making him stand and walk with their guiding hands, for example) and other essential abilities, three years after his birth, Mirabelle made her first appearance in the world, a crying, plump child.

Uncle Bryce, Raine's brother, was the pronounced 'failure' of the Tsukiumas', always falling behind the rest of his siblings, even the girls. In his youth, he was not able to pick up fighting and tactical concepts as fast as the family wanted him; and, his inability to catch on fast led him to be a horrible Career, turning away the other families (not even the Himuras' were willing to set up a girl to him) for arranged marriage proposals. Reduced to solely providing income through work, Bryce had more time on his hands; and, upon request, the older brother of Raine was pretty available to babysit young Tristan, Mirabelle, and other family children as parents would go to establish future bonds for the offspring, with a tired frown on. For six years, balancing babysitting and work was fatiguing the man faster, and a small Mirabelle would watch her uncle sigh to the side as her playmates and brother wrecked the scene, pretending to be Career Tributes in the Hunger Games.

Watching the Hunger Games together, surveying the other children as they wailed from scratches and falling, they all made a small Mirabelle laugh with glee as she was growing up. Family elders thought that her pleasure was a normal period; after all, children tended to snicker at the shortcomings of people not themselves, and the Asian girl seemed to reflect their thinking. When she was reminded of her failures, she would frown immensely, glare, and be in a fit, only to then throw a punch at the insulting individual, laughing right after as they howled with pain. Minor phases would be put out in time or applied to something productive, like training for the Hunger Games, the Himuras' and Tsukiumas' continued to think. Though noting, none realized - at the time - the severity of Mirabelle's action growing; what a punch used to instill the fits of laughter from her did not so later in her life. Remaining constant, however, was the wide smile exposing pearly whites from ear to ear following the crying, screaming, laughter, and pain.

Bryce seemed to interest child Mirabelle to the nth degree as he stumbled around, looking weary. Laughter came from her and the other children as he would trip from time to time, and he would only avert a tired glance at the group. (Mirabelle would say now that he was about the only man she liked - a fake side note saying she also loves her father, just to ease the people she talks to that the family superiors are appreciated). Getting older - to Mirabelle's six - Uncle Bryce, when the children to babysit had dwindled to Tristan and her, started to go out, telling the two he would be doing a quick errand and for the brother and sister to fend for themselves for a bit. To be grown adults, he would say, a goal that the two would get excited for. Upon return - an hour or two later - tired Bryce became energetic Bryce, and Tristan and Mirabelle were left to wonder the cause of the results.

Raine's brother had met himself a woman that he had taken fancy to, and he went to pursue the naive female with outings and gifts - to the displeasure of the family elders. Much negative feelings rose as the families held meetings (children to be thrown outside to play) and hammered out differences; however, there was no contrasting opinions about Bryce's situation. He was getting involved in an affair that both thought was 'dangerous', 'deceptive' and overall a 'stupid' choice on his part. For they did not set up the marriage for the most potential child-bearing and passing of skills, for Bryce was a 'failure' of a Career, for the woman was oblivious of his feelings anyways, these were the 'reasons' the families threw at the man, and they forbade him to see the woman again. Only by word, at first.

Continuing the outings, Bryce eventually got closer to the heart of the woman, much of a 'failure' Career as himself. They had similarities and grew fondness, something Uncle Bryce dreamed - as shunned of both families and not having a living outside of work. He had even proposed to her one night, receiving a hearty reception, and planned for the ceremony soon; but, during one of their post-proposal dates, Wallace had caught sight of the couple as he was out doing errands. Strict Wallace reported immediately to the elders, and they - of course - were severely not pleased with the events. Next meeting to come, Bryce Tsukiuma was further restricted to not see his lover, practically confined to specific schedule formed by the families. Though he had shouted out that a reason of theirs - the one of her being oblivious to his emotions - was struck down, they had only replied back that she was using him for their wealth. Thrown to a new heck, an enraged Bryce gritted his teeth, never the type to fully rebel against the family heads.

Over time, without his prized woman, Bryce grew to be sickly. Only allowed to wrap his head around work, income, catering to the more gifted family members, and other benefits to the two families, his health was deteriorating. Earlier stumbles that most children laughed at turned into occasional keeling over, which Mirabelle was the lone laughing child. Visits to the doctor said he was fatigued and needed to relax; but, behind the curtains, the families would not let Uncle Bryce cease, for he had disobeyed them many a time with the woman. He had to persevere for now and regain trust, they thought. Eventually, though, the man fell to a terrible disease and was confined to a bed, coughing and hacking every direction. His lover - during the ban - would try to fight the families to see him, but their prestige and monetary power would shoo her away. Bryce was alone, falling into mild bouts of sadness, bound to the bed for a month or two prior to the final moment; and, before taken, his loneliness transformed gruesomely into complete hatred for the Himuras' and the Tsukiumas'.

Final moments of respect to the dying brought the Himuras' and the Tsukiumas' to the house of Bryce Tsukiuma, gathering everyone in the families to the young man about to pass on to the realm of darkness. Children congregated to the front, asking to themselves the reason Uncle Bryce now laid with such a disgusting appearance. Mirabelle watched on, gazing at the sunken cheeks, the black eyes, chapped lips, weak limbs and digits, and the overall paleness of his skin. Parents and elders stayed in the back, showing their 'respect' by being draped in amusingly morbid colors of dark shades and the common black. Raine was the only one crying, but Bryce could not let the prominent frown and furrowing of brows depart from his face, watching the two families 'pay their respect' to their dying kin. In fact, behind the chipping lips, teeth clenched hard, almost to the point of grinding.

His sister went to step forward, but he had swatted anyone coming near away with a nearby cane. Fury in the eyes turned into a fire widened by further opening of the eyelids. Bryce began to shout 'crazy words' after Raine wanted to get closer to his body, and he had finally snapped, watching everyone - in his perspective - keep denying him of his rights, the children laughing at his shortcomings, and everyone just plain picking on him. All because he had met a woman he had passion for, he was punished till confined to a bed and unable, still, to see her. With anger behind the breath and continuing to swat the wooden support, Uncle Bryce - with his ultimate moments of life - cursed the two families, placed great misfortune and generations of misery onto each of them. Nothing would exorcise the demons that would haunt them, he continued to shout, and forever will their lives be burned in a metaphorical fire - for their greed is and will be the coals and gasoline to spur the flames to lick their feet and climb up. Not a single action will purify their deeds, and the families will crumble to a madness that cannot be contained. After the cursing, Bryce Tsukiuma let go of life, resting his head on the pillows. One roar of hysterical laughter followed amongst the parents. Six-year old Mirabelle only wished that her uncle had gagged a little more before his death; now he would not be so entertaining, she noted.

Life went on after the death of Bryce, as though he was never there. Despite Raine being affected by the final breath escape of her brother, she also had to put behind the emotions for the interest of the family. Without her mild form of entertainment, Mirabelle had to salvage for opportunities amongst her peers, towards her brother (not without getting smacked back), and family children. Still, life went on without a worry, the shouts of a dying Bryce put behind each of the family members as mumbles to the wind. Until two branches shared by the families went down into the figurative gutter, none of the words of Bryce returned. At first, the coincidence was a minor mention; though, after Tristan's death, the connection dug out the words to be remembered. Misfortune was bringing out slight panic.

Tristan was with his friends after school, hanging around as usual. Near the District fence, they sat around in the alleyway, on the trashcans. Young boys, the group howled with laughter about jokes and references, being boys. Upon the mention of having a little fist fight training in proximate distance of the electric fence ("For better practice," one lad said), the boys went at each other, laughing and commenting to another as they would watch the one-on-one skirmishes. Few came close to touching the lethal metal, which got some of them more riled up, grins on their faces. For Tristan, however, he was coaxed into thinking he would win easy against a smaller - but just as determined - boy. Throwing fists, dodging blows, taking hits, Mirabelle's older brother was smacking down on his friend badly. All games ended when - in retaliation and instinctive defense - the tinier child pushed Tristan hard towards the fence; and, though the 11-year old did not automatically hit the bars, he had lost his footing and fell backwards. Retelling the tale, the boys would say that Tristan's eyes popped out of his sockets, his body stuck on the fence due to the electrical shocks, and the skin was turning dark. Surely, the event readied them for the Hunger Games; the moment also presented grief to the Himuras' and the Tsukiumas', a potential Tribute wasted to electricity and such a horrible fate. At his funeral, eight-year old Mirabelle did nothing as she went up to the open casket, muttering that she wished she could have been there, a frown plastered on.

Long not after Tristan's funeral, Mirabelle at ten years of age, baby Lexi appeared on the earth, the final child that the families wanted Raine and Wallace to have. Other children, they said, could make up for the deeds Tristan could never fulfill, so his death was not so much of a worry. Money to invest was starting to decrease as the companies fell to a poor state, but the Himuras' and Tsukiumas' were still wealthy enough; the elders suggested that the individuals not spend willy-nilly - a clear statement anyone should know - in case the superiors needed to borrow a coin here and there to give rise to business again. From time to time, the curse presented by Bryce was mentioned as a few children total in both families had gotten into conditions that made them unable to compete. (May they be medical difficulties and disorders or plain death). By the end of the unusual death period, five - including Mirabelle - of the main children (cousins) key to Mirabelle survived. Not even Lexi was spared from the cruel fate, the reaper coming for her when she was merely four months of age, to crib death. Silence of a death did not comprehended well for a schoolchild Mirabelle, now the living 'lone' middle child of Wallace and Raine; and, in order to not waste money, the elders requested that the couple not bear anymore children. Mira was left to be the lone child.

Reports back from the District school detailed Mirabelle's general good behavior and decent scores, and the elders were pleased greatly for her success - not only in living but in being a sociable, likable person, despite her tendencies to laugh at others' pain. Though there was Career training prior to her being ten-years old (actually starting when she was seven), the years before are not that important to the current her, for there was no gymnastics. Introduced to the sport as a means to further make her body flexible and strong (she was always naturally more dexterous than the other children), Mirabelle did not have any solid initial opinions at first; and, only through many sessions did she grow to appreciate - and love - the exercises and sport, in general. She liked being in power of her body, and the concept of being over others - in dominating skills - filled her head, to which she would secretly grin at in her private quarters.

Observing others' pain dulled Mirabelle's senses. Eventually, she evolved to be someone who could only pretend to smile genuinely when not around people's screams. She felt a void in the heart, and the Asian girl did not like the emptiness. Feeling the pressures of the family elders to do well in school and be kind to her classmates turned her to be discriminative. Outside of the academic institution, Mirabelle started to exhibit behaviors that deviated from her outside personality and mannerisms suggested she was - though being extremely sneaky about the operations. Behind their backs, Mirabelle would throw larger rocks at the heads of smaller children among a high tree, to silently snicker as they would cry to their mothers. Abusing each tactic led her to get numb, though, and she would have to repeat the process of reaping pleasure through other methods. (One time, she had tried to test if she would be able to salvage the same amusement from torturing animals; but, even though there was some entertainment, the mirth was nowhere near as satisfying as the human torture, so Mirabelle had to ditch animals - a waste of time, she thought).

Concern was roused when a teacher reported that Mirabelle had actually punched a student hard in the gut when he had accidentally bumped into her in the hallway, and that her cackles could be heard under her breath by some witnesses. With having no prior evidence to Mirabelle's violent attitudes, the family elders dismissed the matter from their minds, but not without telling Mira to keep being in her good behavior - for possible sponsors in the future. Hearing the words "Hunger Games" got the Asian girl to nod understandably. That day while she was still a younger child, Mirabelle realized the potential opportunities in store if she were to be reaped for the show on the television set she used to adore - and still continued to adore. Afterwords, she had said her apology to the punched student and went on her merry way, cleaning up her behavior a tad and becoming really friendly to anyone. To herself, though, she was snickering on the inside, replaying scenes of the Hunger Games in her head where she was a Tribute.

Quite hard was the task to hide and suppress the sadism for Mirabelle. Trying to do so for the possible future sponsors, the Himura child upheld the mannerisms she was known for in her family and presented herself better, sneaking a snicker to the side. Further suppression ripped her heart apart, having to 'survive' on the 'whittles' of other children beating each other up and emitting screams. Not getting her 'daily dosage' of pleasure was tearing her heart apart; and, eventually, just watching kids causing pain to others was not enough to satiate the void in her internal engine; she received thoughts to be the one causing pain, the eternal bliss - she thought - that would come out of her causing the pain of her classmates, much like dreams of being in the Hunger Games for that very same reason. In order to get the big dream, though, she was suppressing the immediate, which was 'not doing good' for her psychological and emotional mentalities.

Lusting for the pleasure was crazy work, and carrying out the means for the joy was worse. Mirabelle's thoughts occupied some of her concentration in studies slightly, the voids clawing the soul. Past pranks and throwing objects were starting to lose their interest, their luster after much repetition. Evolution and moved her rock-throwing days to times in the Training Center, performing 'kidnappings' and 'murders' during the night, where she was allowed to train in the gym. In her amusement, Mirabelle would grab wooden blunt objects and sneak up behind people that were alone. (Most often, the cases were that the children were going to the little boys' or little girls' room). One quick swipe at the head light enough for a temporary blackout, hiding the body for a short period of time, and applying a red substance (crushed berry juice, ketchup, whatever Mirabelle could carry around with her at the time) on the 'victim's' skin, and the young Asian girl got her fits of pleasure as the people would scream from finding a 'dead' child placed in the locker room, a bathroom of the opposite gender for the victim, and other spacious areas. She received both excitement and practice in the District 1 Training Center, a win-win situation in her case. Much pleased for that, Mirabelle was. 'Play' murders let out the nervous energy in her body and filled partially the emptiness of the heart; and, for then, she was happy as she could be. Screams out of fear and horror than for pain did not quench the thirst as well, but pranks such as the fake murders would have to do.

Horrendous tricks and additional beloved gymnastics sessions aside, training for the Hunger Games was another chore to Mirabelle. Gifted with the higher change of winning, the young girl continued to think ahead to the future, not for the prize but for the 'opportunity'. She wen through rigorous scrimmaging, dodging projectiles, and going through set-up sections to ensure the better percentage of taking the first place of the 'game show'. Nothing on her face said she particularly enjoyed or despised the practices; they were just to be done in Mirabelle's head, as like homework to prove that she was smart and competent to work in the District. In the rankings of the District Center trainees, the Asian girl was among the top twenty-five. While not the most hasty or physically powerful - to her chagrin - of the Careers, Mirabelle excelled in her ability to be resourceful and cunning, to use her environment and common knowledge to the others' disadvantage, incorporating observations to work against the individual's personality. Each win presented Mirabelle either with a slight pride or confidence boost; but, each loss got the other a glare, and the ten-year old to consider what to do to get the most - intentional - sadistic pleasure out of them during training. Once she hit eleven years of age, the family elders put Mirabelle through extensive exercises tenfold as difficult as the earlier years of training combined. While the girl was not the first child of the current generation to go through the seven reaping day tries, her cousins either were reaped and were among one of the ones killed at the Bloodbath or the second day, or they were never among the picked - sadly.

Months spent in the Training Center - with added observations from school - Mirabelle's views on boys and their older counterparts were starting and continuing to turn negative. Such brutes throwing punches at each other, making fun of the girls for no odd reason - from what young Mirabelle could tell from her perspective. She saw outdoor conflicts: A man stealing from a wealthy woman, a boy tripping over animals and throwing items at girls, a young teen male smashing any object around him due to being laid off (from a date or a job, not like she know), and the sort. With each event Mirabelle saw, the dark brows would furrow downwards; and, eventually, a deep frown would accompany. From her view, the supposed half of humanity categorized under the 'male' title were dirty, brutish, and unfavorable people that held no interest in her eyes. Despite watching females do the same type of actions, her opinion was biased, saying to herself that girls - oppressed by the male - had to do the corrupt actions in order to get by in life, to survive under a local tyranny of 'man'. Starting here and continuing on during her life, Mirabelle would (and will) be 'oblivious' from what the ladies did and focus on what the males, solidifying her opinions and turning irritation into spite.

Passing days for the eleven-year old Mirabelle towards her first reaping got the girl intensely excited. Thoughts of her just causing pain got her giddy in the private chamber. While keeping in mind that her own death would serve no purpose and would disable her from being able to hear the sweet rhapsody in a painful cry, the Asian girl was determined to wreck the most havoc in the Arena, even at the cost of a few scratches here and there. Such a violent-filled, dangerous mind was what the family elders and her private members wanted, though with more consciousness of not sustaining hits. Pain to herself would be paid back in double - or triple - Mirabelle thought; in her mind, no one would go without taking a hit from Mirabelle Aida Himura. She wanted to be the one that dealt the bloodcurdling screams in the air; she wanted to be the one to listen to the 'angelic songs' Tributes produced when they cried; she wanted to have some dominance in the play area prepped by the Capitol. Not to be a Hunger Games winner, but to be a winner of dealing the most damage and inflicting fear into many hearts. Her goal was set since she was ten, and nothing was going to stop her from getting to that dream.

Much disappointment followed on Mirabelle's first reaping, where she got to see another girl taking the District 1 girl Tribute place for the 48^th Hunger Games. Wallace and Raine patted the utterly disappointed girl snarling under her breath that there would be six more chances at the Hunger Games and, with each time, a greater chance. With reassurances that she would be able to compete no matter what, Mirabelle had tried to calm down that day, solidify her goal of entering in the Capitol television show, and be at better ease - despite the entertainment of 'fake killing' starting to lose luster finally. Nothing, she thought, would satisfy her now other than the godly Hunger Games, those wonderful and magnificent Hunger Games that was dedicated to slaying teenagers and barely-adults as a testament of the power of the Capitol overly the lowly Districts (except prized District 1, she was taught from a small age). Reaped for the Hunger Games would be the only time Mirabelle Aida Himura would be legally able to apply her common knowledge and natural brains and skills to deck out pain - and cackle, if she will.

Training to continue learn new abilities and enhance current ones was the plus side to not being reaped at the younger ages, but the information of the statement never mattered to Mirabelle. Not being reaped on her thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth years of life turned a mild irksome mood into an anger that could not be controlled. Three years, she had to keep herself positive of the future opportunities, hoping for the dream of holding onto a weapon and being able to harvest sadistic pleasure in a way the Capitol was pleased and tolerated of, but each year coming was a flop in plans; and, the Himura and Tsukiuma elders and families were further being worried, the words of Bryce seeming to come true - that misfortune would rise and their greed would make them fall hard on their faces. By the time she was fifteen, Mirabelle was so enraged with the fourth reaping results of no participation that she wanted to release the emotion into something - anything - that would bring out immediate pleasure. Hopefully, something that would satisfy the Asian girl for a long while.

Fan of Mirabelle's skills, one of the odd ducks of Career children, a girl nearly the Asian teenager's age used to watch her performances from afar, in total admiration. In one day, the girl had gathered enough courage to approach the young sadistic one and become acquaintances and - hopefully, in the near-time future - friends. She - to Mirabelle - looked so fragile, innocent, and pure, like a child. Such high expectations to win the Hunger Games in her family's honor, ensured that she was able to snatch the victory, confident, prideful of skills, an overall determined but outwardly nice personality, this girl was. To this day, Mirabelle cannot really say if she was more or less irritated with the girl, rather than wanting to sink into the skin and make her scream. Inside the Asian girl's head was the thought to hear the wonderful music; and, with the girl's high-pitched voice, the pleasure might even triple.

Woods, Mirabelle told the girl to come after school the next day, alone. When she said, "To do something special," the fan became gleeful and sprinted off (but not after Mira bade warning that if she told a soul or wrote down the plan, the meeting would be called off). Going to school that day, the Japanese girl was to be careful of the extra load in the satchel, holding books in her arms. While acquaintances and friends asked about the increased load, she would only shrug and continue the current conversation of the group. Nobody questioned audibly after. In the hallways, the fan would snatch a glance at Mirabelle and give off a wink before turning back to her group. Reciprocated from Mirabelle: A toothy smile.

They - Mirabelle and the fan girl - met up at the scheduled location, not being together before. Together the two girls talked, passing the time, laughing away, until Mirabelle suggested to do the activity she had planned right from the start. Although the girl giggled at what was suggested, Mirabelle's serious face silenced her. One game of tag, a modified version that was "good for Career training." Persuasion included the prospects of increased awareness, adaptation, focus, strategy improvisation, resourcefulness, and all sorts of other traits the Japanese girl named off from the top of her head. She wanted a training buddy outside of the Training Center; she said she wanted a dear playmate that would give her the utmost pleasure of participating with. Adding widened eyes, the girl agreed to the game almost immediately, and Mirabelle got to smiling the toothy smile.

Volunteered to be 'it', Mirabelle explained the modified rules of tag to the fan girl while tying one leg with rope. All the game of tag was was to speed off while the 'it' person held tight on the other end of the rope, to pull back, giving some advantage to the one that 'was the slowest'. At sundown, the game would end, and they would go home. Nods of agreement came from the fan girl, and Mirabelle would smile her signature smile. Mira could feel the anxiety and excitement rise in her stomach; and, before the game began, the Asian girl made sure to tie the knot on the girl's leg tighter. "In hope," she said, "that she would not be cheating in the slightest."

Telling her to start running, Mirabelle waited for the 'friend' to begin the game, to start the training exercise. Running into the heart of the forest, the girl did, treating the entire ordeal seriously. While sprinting further in, she could tell that the gymnastic person she admired was also giving chase, for the rope did not cut her progress off - despite the length being extremely long. In the game's own respect, the 'program' was fun, and the fan girl got to laughing a little through the mouth, exposing teeth to the woodland creatures. (Though softly, if not to get in trouble with any wandering Peacekeepers in the area). Many trees passed by her; and, wondering how the Asian sports girl could not have caught up to her yet - with her skills and all - the girl whipped her head around (after making sure that she would not hit a tree in front of her), and the smile was wiped off almost immediately, replaced by a confused open-mouthed frown.

Gleaming in the sunlight, an implement that the fan girl had only heard in classes of Panem's past (such minor history that she had forgotten and had not bothered to jot down) was gripped nicely in Mirabelle's hand, the Asian girl smiling the toothy smile, brows furrowing downward as pupils seemed to narrow in the sockets. No trace of implied friendliness was etched on the gymnast's face; and, the fan girl could tell that Mirabelle was going at her with full force. (While that was not bad in purest form - as the game was 'supposed' to be a training program - the emotion expressed on Mirabelle's posture, running, and face turned the game into a deadly playtime). Silent laughter turned into fast-paced questions requesting for the reason for the weapon; and, when the fan girl only got a cackle and something along the lines of to have her scream and cry and beg, she had only went to run quicker, brushing tree limbs in the way and not caring for bushes to grope her legs to trip her. When the rope started to pull, though, was the moment the screaming came in.

Praise in quickness was a ploy. In all seriousness, Mirabelle's agility and strength was higher than the fan girl's. (After all, she was a gymnast and had much of the same lessons of the admiring girl). Mira had stopped chasing, snickering under her breath as the rope drew the prey in closer for her 'long-curved metallic tooth' could finally have a chance to sink in (or cause more screams from faking slashes to the body). Heirloom to the Tsukiumas', Mirabelle thought, would have the opportunity to taste blood instead of grain - the product the tool was used to for the ancient Japanese farmers. She felt struggle with the bond that connected her and the victim; but, the screams of help, for her to stop, and otherwise was the crayon that drew the smile on her face. Mirabelle grinned even wider as the fan girl was brought to cutting distance for the small sickle.

Distance became miniature; and, to Mirabelle's dismay, the screams dipped to deep, silent breaths of anxiety and fear mixed in a blender. Sickle slashes closed in on the fan girl, not harming her but trying to entice a few more cries. Mirabelle put in her entire effort to salvage fright out of her 'playmate'; not even attempting to slash at the girl was to be enough, and she got to actually cutting. Blood dripped, slid, danced in the air before the fan girl mustered courage to kick Mira at the leg and attempt dashing off once more. Mirabelle would not stand for such 'betrayal' of playing; she regained the distance easily, the fan girl limping from the multiple and scattered wounds. She had landed herself on the 'friend', crashing onto their sides together, Mirabelle grasping from the fan girl's backside. Nothing came out from the girl, and the Asian teenager spoke softly how fun the game was while hearing gurgling and desperate sounds. Sharp metal pierced the side of the girl's neck. Eventually, Mirabelle had muttered that she wanted more screaming, more signs of misery from the girl, and then expressed that she did not do enough to satisfy forever. One quick, powerful tear summoned a violent spray of crimson liquid to rain in the forest area, staining clothes and grass, painting nearby trees in such a gooey mess. Watching, Mirabelle did, as eyes grew vacant, muscles relaxed, and other oddities almost instantly. Though she wished for more screams, Mirabelle grew to have an important opinion that would influence future actions: Death brought more of what she wanted dearly; death was integral to get what she wanted.

Cleaning up the mess was primitive. Mirabelle merely left the body and packed up everything that would have left major suspicion, such as the tied rope. In the wonderful satchel was an extra set of clothes in a bound plastic bag; she change out of stained, slipped on the clean, and stuffed the bloody clothes into the plastic bag, so as not to leave crimson marks on her bag she adored. Water that the Asian girl carried for exercise was used to clean off warm, thick, and red liquid off her body and hair to the best of her ability. She made sure to pick up her act rather than than hide away the new corpse; before Mirabelle departed from the area, she had taken a glance at the fan girl's lifeless body, and shrugged shoulders. Reaping her 'fun', Mira walked away from the scene, leaving the body to be found. (By animal, by human, did not matter; apathy was not a part of her, per say).

Nobody could figure out the reasoning behind the killing of an 'innocent' District 1 girl, whose interests lied in watching other people work on their talents. She had done nothing wrong to deserve a fate; but, Mirabelle would shrug off the questions floating around school and some parts of the sector, much too concerned with the pleasure the death gave her. Mira craved more. Death after so much screaming and crying was the best exhilaration she had in a while, about 2000% better than the fake 'murders' committed in the Training Center. Cravings for the 15-year old grew to be too much for her to handle within the span of a week, and she went out again for another person willing to 'gift' her.

Regret never came across Mirabelle for the eventual deaths. She followed the general formula of the last one: Invite, warn not to tell others, and meet up at another location. (Prior to establishing her current code of abusing procedures until she could not gather excitement anymore, Mira was more willing to try different methods of torture). For this girl, the Asian one told her they were going to surround a metal bush and - based on trust and reflexes - Mira would fake push her partner into the sharp barbs, and they would guess at her reaction times. Everything went along well in terms of pushing, but Mira was very dissatisfied with her personal results: The girl was taking the 'training' seriously and did not mind being thrust in the bush, as long as she was not touching. Mirabelle tried harder to incite what she wanted, but the girl would not 'gift'. Never would the Asian girl try the metal bush method again after giving a final shove to her partner, watching the blood drip down the body and eyeballs punctured deeply. Blood was not what she wanted; she was not a 'murderer', she said; she just wanted their screams. At all costs.

Dissatisfied greatly with the last attempt, Mirabelle took a two-year absence from attempting another 'raiding' of screams until she had compiled a list of new 'games' and 'training' for her lovely 'friends'. Besides, she figured, Mira was - once again - looking forward to being in the Hunger Games, now with renewed hope thanks to the pleasures the deaths gave. She was much more perked and prepped for the Hunger Games she knew she would be in, and this was good news for the Himura and Tsukiuma households. More than ever, they wanted a child that would be able to bring home the glory and debunk the suspicions Uncle Bryce's dying words made the members shudder and shiver in fright. Mirabelle and any other remaining competitive child, they thought, would be their shining hope.

Giving herself a present for the final year she could join the Hunger Games (an incentive to keep hoping), Mirabelle targeted a child. Dreams of the neighborhood boy consisted of riding a cart, and 'Aunt' Mirabelle was going to give him a push to remember, he was promised. She had built the contraption in the forest, found the perfect spot, and invited him. One push down the hill, angle adjusted, the Asian girl of barely eighteen years - at the time - sent the young boy to his death wish; and, there, she learned she loved the sounds of a child screaming more than anyone else's. His hands clutched the sides of the transportation, screaming his head off as the direction of the cart lead to a large tree. Crash, bam, boom, the cart hit the tree and sent the boy flying, his head making contact with another trunk hard. Though the impact was not enough to kill him upon contact, Mirabelle - upon rushing after him - could hear his whimpers of pain, with a toothy grin. After the low cries ended, she ended him; the detached - by her hand - handle of the cart went to bash his head in. (Not like she put that much effort in something she would have to destroy anyways).

Eighteen-years old, the final year for her to enter the Hunger Games, Mirabelle watched as the bowls with multitudes of paper slips held her name - the normal ones and the tesserae ones all in with the other girls. (Inside, on that day, she grinned at the thought of the two females she killed in the past, and how they would be unable to compete for her rightful place). Oh, the screams! How they would be coming in soon with her participation! Her parents and the family elders would be proud of how much damage Mirabelle Aida Himura would be causing in the Capitol's games; but, most importantly for her, she had twenty-three other people to freely, legally cause pain to, to reap the sadistic pleasure out of without law to disrupt her. Mirabelle watched as the mayor of District 1, smiling, pulled out a slip of paper. With her name, she knew! Teeth slightly biting on the bottom lip, the Asian woman watched the mayor solely for him to read her name. Her name.

"Sapphire Ross!" Mirabelle blinked. Muttered: "Sapphire... Ross?" Her name was Mirabelle Aida Himura (Mirabelle Himura on the slip of paper), not Sapphire Ross. Asian eyes searched around the groups of girls, desperate. There had to have been a mistake in the mayor picking this Sapphire Ross. She had been waiting for seven years for the opportunity of the lifetime (literally), and this Sapphire Ross had cheated Mirabelle out. This was hers. Slips of Mirabelle's name must have been right next to Sapphire's, and the mayor must have mistaken Sapphire's for hers. Faces of the Himuras' and Tsukiumas' confirmed her disappointment. When Mirabelle saw the girl get stopped by her supposed sister, both rage and irritation existed in the Asian's heart. District 1 chose Sapphire Ross, and then she was replaced by a Topaz Ross. Fact was: Sapphire could have stepped down for Mirabelle to compete, but Topaz busted her way through.

Forever to this day, Mirabelle will always hate Topaz Ross for snatching away her last year to be in the Hunger Games. Dreams to be in had to die; imaginations on how to perform the best tortures had to cease. Mirabelle was left to only take up gymnastics as a hobby and begin towards being a jewel cutter for the Capitol.

Frustration and being in public would not allow her to vent out in public. Days later of the Reaping, Mirabelle came across a classmate she knew had different tastes than in women, and smirked. Even if she had to offer herself for the torture, Mira only wanted to place blame on the man and get some cries out of him. Desperation. Anger. Pure hatred for the way events happened. Knowing of his academic prowess, the Asian woman asked him for a session and proceeded with the plans. Before meeting up with him in a secluded location (because, as she put it, "I like it better when people aren't around to disrupt my learning."), the butcher knife and a protection device were stored away in the satchel along with her books.

Completion in the plan ended with the guy's death, and she got rid of all evidence. (Even a part that was attached to her study partner). Her work was sloppy in many ways more than one, but she tried her best to clean the work up. Nowhere near as clean as the other three deaths, although Mirabelle was not caught. There, with how bad her work was, Mira had to lay low for then. Where the corpse was located (in an abandoned house Mirabelle told the deceased was one of her best study places), hardly anyone lived around. Mirabelle commented on how successful she was, but she would never attempt such an act without someone else to accompany and cover up the evidence with her.

Paying for what she would have had to do in jail or the District Center, Mirabelle paid with her body. Her plan did not go fully according to plan, and something must have broke. She went a while without noticing the physiological changes within. In about sixth week, the Asian woman was emptying her stomach in the mornings and felt horrible throughout the day. Elders of the family were outraged with one of their possible members being a 'slut', even though she was not able to be in the Hunger Games anymore. In her fake defense, Mirabelle pleaded that she was hiding the truth: That she was raped by someone days after the Reaping. Actually, she went on, by the man that died six weeks ago. For the family, between each other, they had thought that perhaps the murder of the guy - despite accounts from his classmates that he had no interest in girls - was done for Mirabelle. They did not bother to bring the matter into law; but, for the young woman known as Mirabelle, she knew now she was in the clear for her family. Her family would protect her for anything that could possibly happen concerning her last kill.

Pregnancy was, actually, a good ordeal for Mirabelle. She found pleasure in having the procedure of life-giving happen to her, rather than have love for the little life in her. Her family would wonder why their member was smiling and patting her belly as a cause of rape, but they were concerned for their finances a bit more. Everything seemed to be tumbling down for the Himuras' and Tsukiumas' further. Mirabelle did not care in the slightest for what happened to the families or their reputation; what mattered to her at the moment was being in the procedure of pregnancy. To her, pregnancy was almost as much of a high as causing people to be in pain and screaming. In a way, the Asian woman craved for more pregnancies, for nine month periods of mostly inactivity and having leeway in how much one ate; but, sad for her, Mirabelle realized that having so many pregnancies would keep her away from gymnastics and gaining the upperhand for torture sessions. Elders were already worried for one pregnancy; she would not be able to cover up any future ones so easily.

Men could fuel both her sadism and potential pregnancies; and, to the facts, Mirabelle was even more conscious around the half of humanity. If she had to pop up more evidence to the men doing true sexual harassment to her, the Asian woman would have to pick out the ones that were prone to being abusers of women. Perhaps people that had already had a record of being a sexual assaulter; though, the plan would backfire from the start. She had and continues to have no concern for someone's past unless spread around and somehow found way to her ears. Possibilities, though, if they do manifest to her. Still, Mirabelle began to be extremely conscious around males during and after the pregnancy of baby Rufus.

Rufus was named by Raine, as Mirabelle had no interest in naming a child. Mixed reactions came from both families. Elders saw Rufus' birth as another new hope for a potential winner; a few said that Mirabelle was lying about the sexual encounter and had willingly gone along with the 'fling'. Raine or Wallace did not care; they saw the baby the same as the elders, and they were willing to dote on the child and raise him to be a future winner of the Hunger Games. No matter what. Failure in keeping Tristan or Lexi alive to compete in the Reaping renewed their determination to have Rufus be who Mirabelle could not be: Reaped and winner of the Hunger Games. He would be the one to bring glory back into this nuclear family and garner the adoration of the elders. Very much happiness from Raine and Wallace, indeed.

Someone possibly obtaining what she dreamed for and having to care for the baby, Mirabelle was nowhere near as blissful as the rest of the family. She would not show the irritation on her face, but she was utterly disgusted with the child. Rufus was nothing more than wasted space, having her be his grown-up servant, much like Raine and Wallace had to do for Mirabelle. No care for the family plans; Mirabelle had no incentive or feeling of duty towards caring for the child. While thinking any action she could do with him, the Asian woman turned to the past as a solution for her plausibly desolate future. Big smiles grew on her face. Something could be gotten after all from such wasted, puking, crying (not in the way she wanted) space of a baby.

Dropping Rufus to death was simple. Covered by a blanket over his mouth, he was screaming his head off as his mother was not treating him with the proper care. Mirabelle had to put up with everyone thinking she was tending to him like any good mother, and now she could get back at him for making her the servant. No way would she want to be a servant or act less superior to someone so inferior again. Right after school, before any of the members of the house could get back, Mirabelle had ended the life of her 'beloved' son. (Being out of school and going straight to jewel cutting as an apprentice gave her such ample time to do what she wanted to do, even if that was killing her own son). When people got back home, she chalked up his life departure to crib death, much like Lexi. Certainly, she had been taking care of him, left him in the crib to have a nap, and went to do chores around the house! Suspicions were flying around about Mirabelle's actions, how she always seemed to be involved with the cases of the deceased, but they still gave her the benefit of the doubt. With the family members starting to throw wary eyes at the Asian woman of nineteen years, Mirabelle really began to see that she had to be more careful, more sneaky of who she visited for her pleasure raids. Perhaps people that she had never known in the first place. Though doing any sort of torture session was going to be less fruitful and funny without knowing fears and having their acquaintances beforehand, having her family and the law off from her trail of absolute crime has some occupation in Mirabelle's mind and awareness. Just less than collecting sadistic pleasure from time to time. That is always more important.

Nowadays, she kind of has to lay low from the Peacekeepers and others that are watching out for the law-breakers, such as herself. Mirabelle cannot stand the fact that the combination of Sapphire and Topaz (more Topaz) stole away her chance to legal tortures and killings. (After all, as she has viewed from all the Hunger Games she has ever watched, the Capitol adores when the Tributes get a little gritty, and she would have been able to do so for the Capitol fine if not for the Ross sisters getting in her way). Bryce's words still ring true throughout the families, especially with Rufus' death following much like baby Lexi's. Everything is ruined for the two families, they say to themselves. Not only to add that Mirabelle is one of the strangest cases of children that have been born in any generation of the Himura and Tsukiuma families.

But not like Mirabelle would care, would she? Mirabelle Aida Himura just wants her fun out of life, and anyone should be ready to play with her. Especially the young, for they tickle her heart ever so.

Her FC is Kou Shibasaki.
She always seems to have candy, a butcher knife or sickle, and rope. Sometimes there will be chloroform.
She is a total lesbian. Don't ask, don't tell.
Mirabelle is dangerously obsessed with pregnancy and torturing people, especially children.

Her tastes are in salty foods.
影 「SHADOWS」 call out to her in two tongues 「ENGLISH & 日本語 (JAPANESE)」