Austin Vyse, District Four [doneee?]
Jun 18, 2013 8:31:30 GMT -5
Post by Toasty on Jun 18, 2013 8:31:30 GMT -5
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When Austin looks in the mirror, he doesn't see the same person his peers do. People see him and just assume he's got it all. He's got the smile, he's got the body, he's got the looks, how is his life not perfect? His genetics allowed him teeth up to par with the standards of Capitol 'perfect.' Eyes alone can show you how people feel. Austin's eyes constantly gleam ecstasy; they've got that golden glow that make people want to talk to you.
They see his cheek bones curve inwards to create a chin on the flatter side, but somehow, he wouldn't look as good if it were any other way. They see somebody with a great body, focus set on his arms. He focuses on his personal fitness to cope with the stress he has, rather then being the annoyance to somebody else's ears with his problems. he's the guy people come to, not the guy who goes to people. They see a kid who lifts, a boy who swims, a lean figure of muscle that gives him that athletic appearance.
When people look to buy a mirror, they look for cracks in the center, chizzled glass that no longer found it's place within the frame. They don't check how many cracks there are on the back, because nobody gives any care of what you can't see. People look for a weakness in appearance. A Six foot tall teenager, who's got the build to be scary, but who's face couldn't radiant more kindness. They just don't see what's behind it all. They don't see what's under the head of hazel brown hair. (a guy who just wants somebody to love him for who he is.)
All his life, he's been told he wasn't good enough. All his life, he's been told he just had to commit, get his head in the game; But he knew, oh how he knew they were all just plain wrong. Other kids in first grade learned how to read. Every time he tried to read, three-quarter of the words wouldn't even make sense to him. He didn't know why, nobody knew why. Nobody knew he was anguish. Nobody knew he had dyslexia. Other kids in first grade learned to read. (austin learned how to accept his own failure.)
His own life set aside, he worked each day from the moment he knew he was a disappointment, to brighten everyone else's day. If you're sitting by yourself, he'll be there to comfort you. If you're not having the best day, his ears are all yours. If it's cold outside, expect to get a jacket from him. He's just the guy that everybody has to admire. He just loves being with people, and making other people happy. He himself doesn't think he deserves it, so so tries to make other people smile to make up for the lack of his own.
He knows that no matter what, he will always have a deteriorating self confidence. It's just something that you have to build up, and life just hasn't given him the chance. He's practically ignored at home, if not being abused with harsh words. Austin has never really felt what 'love' is meant to feel like. He's hardly received any from home and he's never been in a real relationship. The only thing he has is the fact that people appreciate him, but deep down he knows nobody would want to go as far as being with him.
Ever since he was little, all he got was disappoint. Teachers would just go on and on, about how Austin had to apply himself. Austin just has to try harder. (deep down he knew he was stupid.) He knew no matter how hard he tried, he would never get it. To know from age seven to seventeen, that no matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn't love you the way you wanted them to.
Growing up wasn't any easier on him. He just kept hearing the same thing over and over again, and it really did get to him. By the age of thirteen, after not getting reaped, he dropped his career training. This shattered whatever love his father had left for him. Being stupid was enough he said. Now this. Could you be any more of a disappointment, Austin? I dare you to try.
He keeps smiling though. He keeps letting others know how amazing they are, how talented they are, how much they are. He knows as long as he smiles, others will too. (But behind every smile, comes a reason to fake it.)
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