Torishay Selta - District 3
Sept 5, 2010 12:06:57 GMT -5
Post by Ray on Sept 5, 2010 12:06:57 GMT -5
Does, Thinks, Says, Hears
.:Full Name:.
Torishay “Tori” Selta
.:Age:.
Sixteen
.:Home:.
District Three
Torishay “Tori” Selta
.:Age:.
Sixteen
.:Home:.
District Three
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and
She fears if she cries that first tear
The tears will not stop raining down
The shadows are long and
She fears if she cries that first tear
The tears will not stop raining down
My dearest Tori,
I miss you so. I can still see your face clearly in my mind. I remember your petite from, only five feet and three inches tall. You were so thin and fragile, and I’m sure that hasn’t changed much since I last saw you. Even if it has, to me, you will always be the soft little girl I knew. With such an open, innocent face, people were always telling me how sweet you were, even before you opened your mouth. I’ll admit, I always agreed with them, though I might have been a little biased.
You do have a very sweet-looking face. Your curved features and baby doll lips make it impossible not to like you. People would always talk to you about their feelings and secrets. It’s impossible not to trust you with such a face. You always had fair face, although as I’ve been told, you’ve been getting more wan and sickly looking. I do hope you’re taking care of yourself now that I can’t always be around to take care of you.
One of the things I always loved most about you was your hair, though. I would spend hours combing and braiding your luscious caramel hair. You took such good care of your hair, and it showed. You were so proud of it, and always asking me to fix your hair in different styles. I’m sure you’re hair has grown out to a decent length by now. I can imagine it falling in layers past your shoulders and framing your porcelain face. I can just see it, how a lock of hair would fall in your eyes, and you would brush it back just to have it move back in front of your eyes again. That always infuriated you so much when we were together. A lot of things infuriated you, I must say.
I miss you so. I can still see your face clearly in my mind. I remember your petite from, only five feet and three inches tall. You were so thin and fragile, and I’m sure that hasn’t changed much since I last saw you. Even if it has, to me, you will always be the soft little girl I knew. With such an open, innocent face, people were always telling me how sweet you were, even before you opened your mouth. I’ll admit, I always agreed with them, though I might have been a little biased.
You do have a very sweet-looking face. Your curved features and baby doll lips make it impossible not to like you. People would always talk to you about their feelings and secrets. It’s impossible not to trust you with such a face. You always had fair face, although as I’ve been told, you’ve been getting more wan and sickly looking. I do hope you’re taking care of yourself now that I can’t always be around to take care of you.
One of the things I always loved most about you was your hair, though. I would spend hours combing and braiding your luscious caramel hair. You took such good care of your hair, and it showed. You were so proud of it, and always asking me to fix your hair in different styles. I’m sure you’re hair has grown out to a decent length by now. I can imagine it falling in layers past your shoulders and framing your porcelain face. I can just see it, how a lock of hair would fall in your eyes, and you would brush it back just to have it move back in front of your eyes again. That always infuriated you so much when we were together. A lot of things infuriated you, I must say.
She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself and
The fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
Alone in this fight with herself and
The fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
Your character was quite clear from a young age. You were such a stubborn child. When you didn’t want to do something, there was no way on Earth I could make you do it. I will admit, sometimes I felt like such a failure when I saw the way you acted. You kept up a certain appearance in front of me, but I could tell you were unhappy. While some would give everything for the well-being of their district, you never did care for District Three. You were so angry, all the time, especially at the Capitol, though you would never admit it out loud. I think it was because you had a very clear sense of right and wrong. You knew that our society was wrong on so many levels, and that’s why you despised it. For you, there was never a grey area. Situations are always black and white.
One thing never failed to make you happy, though. Stories of the runaways. Whenever we spoke of people who had run away from the district, your eyes would light up with excitement. I never thought much of it, but now I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m worried that you will run away and I won’t ever see you again. I pray you haven’t left and this letter will find you safe and sound. Sometimes I get so afraid that you will leave, but then when I think about who you are, I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t leave.
While you harbored so much anger, you were actually pretty timid. You rarely spoke unless spoken to, and you got nervous about the smallest of things. You were often alone when I saw you, because you were too anxious to talk to people. You were always a rule-follower, never much of a rebel despite what you wanted. I know you’d never want to face the wrath of the district’s peacekeepers. Despite my fears about you running away, I’m glad you’re so cautious. The last thing I want is to see you get hurt.
You are cautious when it comes to following rules, but you’ve never been very street smart. You’re sometimes too trusting for your own good. No fault of yours, of course, it’s just you’re nature. Some might call it naïve, always believing that there is good in people.
One thing I do remember is that you were never much of an athlete. Not even when you were young, when you had the chance. Now, I’m not sure you could even if you wanted to. Your father was the manager of a large factory, and he insisted on having a house right in its shadow. I suppose it was the years of breathing in smoke and smog that caused the development of your asthma. I was told that it gets worse with every year that passes. I remember that too much physical exertion would send you into wild coughing fits. Stress could cause the attacks, too. I can only hope that you’re dealing with it, and trying to stay as healthy as you can.
One thing never failed to make you happy, though. Stories of the runaways. Whenever we spoke of people who had run away from the district, your eyes would light up with excitement. I never thought much of it, but now I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m worried that you will run away and I won’t ever see you again. I pray you haven’t left and this letter will find you safe and sound. Sometimes I get so afraid that you will leave, but then when I think about who you are, I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t leave.
While you harbored so much anger, you were actually pretty timid. You rarely spoke unless spoken to, and you got nervous about the smallest of things. You were often alone when I saw you, because you were too anxious to talk to people. You were always a rule-follower, never much of a rebel despite what you wanted. I know you’d never want to face the wrath of the district’s peacekeepers. Despite my fears about you running away, I’m glad you’re so cautious. The last thing I want is to see you get hurt.
You are cautious when it comes to following rules, but you’ve never been very street smart. You’re sometimes too trusting for your own good. No fault of yours, of course, it’s just you’re nature. Some might call it naïve, always believing that there is good in people.
One thing I do remember is that you were never much of an athlete. Not even when you were young, when you had the chance. Now, I’m not sure you could even if you wanted to. Your father was the manager of a large factory, and he insisted on having a house right in its shadow. I suppose it was the years of breathing in smoke and smog that caused the development of your asthma. I was told that it gets worse with every year that passes. I remember that too much physical exertion would send you into wild coughing fits. Stress could cause the attacks, too. I can only hope that you’re dealing with it, and trying to stay as healthy as you can.
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, what’s lost can be found
You won't drown
And one day, what’s lost can be found
I know we have a lot of history between us, but I’m hoping that this letter finds you in good spirits. You never used to get along with your father, so I’m hoping he’s not giving you too much trouble. He always pressured you to do things differently. I think he hoped you would become interested in technology and someday take over the factory. I always knew you wouldn’t, though. You hated that factory. I’ll admit that I did, too.
I know we’ve never been very close, and I’ll admit that’s mostly my fault. The last time I saw you was when you were eight, just a small child. That’s hard to think about now, that I’ve only known you for half of your life. I wish I could have been there to see you grow up. I live so far away now, and I know there’s little chance for us to see each other again, but I hope you aren’t angry with me. I hope that you still think of me fondly, like I think of you every day. We didn’t speak much even when we lived together, though, so I would imagine that my leaving hasn’t made such an impact on you.
I wish I could tell you that my leaving was inevitable, that there was some innate reason for abandoning you, but I cannot. In all honesty, I think it was my own stubbornness that killed our family. I could have made exceptions for you and your father, I could have it work, but I didn’t want to admit that I was wrong. I just wanted you to know that there was nothing you could have done. It was my decision to leave, and if you do anything, I beg that you don’t let this poison your life. If I know you at all, though, I know you will make the best of things.
I suppose I should finish because this letter is getting a tad long. I just wanted to make sure you were well, safe. I know your father is protective, but don’t let him rule your life. He is terrified of losing you, especially to the Games. It’s understandable, but you are not helpless. You are strong, and you can do more than you, and everyone else, gives you credit for. Take care of yourself.
I know we’ve never been very close, and I’ll admit that’s mostly my fault. The last time I saw you was when you were eight, just a small child. That’s hard to think about now, that I’ve only known you for half of your life. I wish I could have been there to see you grow up. I live so far away now, and I know there’s little chance for us to see each other again, but I hope you aren’t angry with me. I hope that you still think of me fondly, like I think of you every day. We didn’t speak much even when we lived together, though, so I would imagine that my leaving hasn’t made such an impact on you.
I wish I could tell you that my leaving was inevitable, that there was some innate reason for abandoning you, but I cannot. In all honesty, I think it was my own stubbornness that killed our family. I could have made exceptions for you and your father, I could have it work, but I didn’t want to admit that I was wrong. I just wanted you to know that there was nothing you could have done. It was my decision to leave, and if you do anything, I beg that you don’t let this poison your life. If I know you at all, though, I know you will make the best of things.
I suppose I should finish because this letter is getting a tad long. I just wanted to make sure you were well, safe. I know your father is protective, but don’t let him rule your life. He is terrified of losing you, especially to the Games. It’s understandable, but you are not helpless. You are strong, and you can do more than you, and everyone else, gives you credit for. Take care of yourself.
Love Always
[/i]So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
.:Code Word:.
Odair
.:Face Claim:.
Alena Eliseeva
.:Lyrics:.
Stand in the Rain
[/size]Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
.:Code Word:.
Odair
.:Face Claim:.
Alena Eliseeva
.:Lyrics:.
Stand in the Rain
