Felicity Ryndel - District One (Fin)

Bursting at the Seams
Gorging on Wealth and Praise
Some may Call it Greed



I Call this Living

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When she is
When she thinks
“When she speaks”
When others interrupt

“The quality or display of such expressions or style”

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If the sun could be a woman, Felicity would be that shining light here, walking among men. Her beauty almost has no parallel, and many have attempted to copy her grace. Her hair is blonde, but not so much as blonde, but more brilliant than the normal shade. Her hair seems to shine without any light, or maybe even makes its own radiance just by existing. But it isn't blinding, no, rather it is inviting. Tempting. Something to crave for in the endless nights when there is not a light. Yes, just her flowing, long hair can bring about the smiles on the darkest of hearts. Or maybe its something else?

Maybe it is those blue eyes, those that match the crashing waves of the oceans. Pulling and tugging at the on-lookers, calling them to her shores. Felicity looks to tempt them with just a stare, and does she ever pull them in. Bathe in her excellence and bask in her givings. The eyes call toward your land, and the blues take it away. Slowly, but surely, you will drown in the iris. Felicity has used those waters to calm your soul then rile it up again. And yet, she would not mind feeding the lands once more with those crushing eyes. She would not mind feeding the kindest soul before eroding it away, replacing it with something of her own making.

But her body is the temple, the place that Felicity is at worship. Used in manipulation and made for control, she will master her own figure in order to attain power. She keeps a tight frame, something her parents seem pleased with, as do the boys, and she knows how to use it. Flaunting it about, keeping the attention on her. The focus can't go elsewhere, otherwise who would get by? Felicity was what needed to be worshiped. And she would ensure it. The ground her figure touched and the world her body existed in would know the name Ryndel because of her.

“A cause of happiness ”

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And in her mind was once a young girl, Felicity knew her, but there was no use in holding onto childhood. She had heard too often of how her sister would love her in that youth, but where was she? Where was this Passion Ryndel? Felicity developed a complex against siblings, feeling that family was useless and would only leave you alone. Passion didn't stay to help her mature, so what should Felicity care? Anyone who tried to associate the word 'sister' toward her was immediately exiled from her life. Felicity had no need for those attachments. She could easily just pick someone up and drop them. That's what Passion taught her, wasn't it? Don't be kind to someone, because they may just be gone tomorrow? That seemed right to her, and Felicity held onto that ideal.

She is also very self-focused, wanting to know what will aid her and how certain actions with progress her. Felicity isn't one to show care, concern, or remorse for what happens to someone she knows. Friendships are fragile, just like the complex taught her, and so Felicity should only worry for herself. And District One was filled with such self-absorbed imbeciles anyways. She didn't have a hard time adapting to the same thought. We're better than the rest, and will always be. Who needed the outside world? That's where her sister was, and Felicity could live without that.

Her one fear is that she will become attached to someone, however. Felicity does have the worst habit of becoming attached to small things, such as animals. She would keep them hidden in her home, take care of them, and force them to never leave. These were not like people; Felicity could control them and force them to stay. Locking someone away made you crazy. If Felicity knew one thing, she wasn't crazy. She was just a maturing girl, trying to figure out if there was anything to hold onto.

Felicity finds joy in using people. There's always a give and take in a relationship. She takes full advantage of these things. She has her beauty, her grace, to offer toward anyone who would ask of it, all Felicity asks is something in return. It has earned her the image of someone who gets around, but she could care less of the label. She could feed off of what someone had, and they could leech off of her in return. Where is the problem in this?

“Possible Synonyms include, but not limited to, Euphoria, Bliss, and Pleasure. ”

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Nothing of significance for the beginning of Felicity, her childhood was that of a long child. She didn't really think of any other people than her and her mother and father. The three of them lived peaceably, keeping things afloat and not worrying about the could be's and the happenings. But when she was seven, she had found a strange picture of her family. Except there was another girl in the picture. It reminded Felicity quite a bit of herself, but she wasn't sure who it was. She knew it wasn't herself, and she knew that she didn't have a sister. I didn't have a sister, that's right... there was a time when that was true. But who else could it be?

So the thoughts raced day in and day out for four months. Do I really have a sister? Why don't I know her? Did she die in the games? Did she leave the family? Who is the girl in the picture? And so Felicity finally gained the courage, the ability, to ask her parents who the girl in the picture was. Assumptions were founded: the girl was her older sister. The name, Passion Ryndel. But her parents seemed to grimace when asked where Passion was. Felicity was told that they didn't know.

Felicity never bought that.

At ten, Felicity wandered the streets to figure out what she could about Passion Ryndel. She found that her sister was a popular girl with the boys that grew up with Passion. Felicity couldn't find much else out, but what did that matter? It looked as though Passion must have run off with some boy, like most of the girls in District One. Head over heels for a boys that can take care of them. Isn't that the way of a woman in this world? Felicity would just be the same. She would grow up to be the diamond of some boys eye, and he would claim her like Passion was claimed.

But when she turned eleven, Felicity learned that Passion was no longer in District One, or as far as anyone could know. The Peacekeepers had lost track of her sister a long time ago. People said they had seen her leave the district many years ago. Why would anyone leave though? Passion was no longer in District One. Felicity had to accept this. Her sister was long gone, either dead or alive, and didn't even know about her. Probably didn't even try to think if she had a sister. Or even try to keep in contact with the family... Passion was a beast.

She deserved to rot for leaving me.

At twelve, Felicity lost interest in the search and began to develop herself. No one was going to help her. Especially not Passion. So she learned what people wanted in life, what would make her wanted, and mastered the craft in a year. She learned to control the girls at the school, how to wrap a boy around her finger and leave him clinging for dear life. Felicity became a monster. The image of desire and necessity, for if you accepted this joy into your life...

You would never let me go.
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