Mako Carter District 4 (REDO)
Sept 15, 2012 8:37:22 GMT -5
Post by heartwood on Sept 15, 2012 8:37:22 GMT -5
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Red = appearance
Green = History
Gold = Personality
(there might be some extra stuff scattered too)
“Good morning.”
The woman sat a few feet a way from him, her eyes light and reflective. Her skin was a light brown, so clear and so smooth that he couldn’t help but feel an unavoidable hankering for milk chocolate. Her gumdrop lips were full and pink; they curled up at the corners, even when she wasn’t smiling, the gleeful expression on her face would never be able to subside. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun behind her head, threads of chestnut brown hair hung loosely from the bun to the back of her neck, and as it swayed with every motion of her head, Mako Carter found himself completely hypnotized.
“Usually, when somebody says good morning, the person they are speaking to replies with, ‘good morning’.” A light smile fell across the guidance counselor’s face, as that seemed to snap Mako out of whatever daydream he had entrenched himself in this time.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Good morning misses Breeze.” Mako placed his palms on the armrests and pushed himself up against the back of the chair to straighten up his posture. He rolled his neck from side to side, allowing a subtle cracking of his vertebrae to release pressure throughout his body.
“Miss Breeze,” the school counselor corrected. She averted her gaze to a stack of papers on her desk, searching for bits of information about the student sitting across from her in her office.
Mako Carter was an interesting case to say the least. Mako is the only child in a relatively normal family. His father Tuna Carter is a former fisherman who now makes a living selling seaside apparel by the beach in his own store. Big Tuna’s Surf Shop has almost everything you can imagine; wetsuits, boardshorts, fishing lines, life vests… it has pretty much anything you can find a need for while on the beach or out at sea. Mako’s mother, Marla, is a former Career-In-Training who had never managed to claim her spot in the Hunger Games; but that hasn’t kept her from honing her skills as a warrior. Now, she works with her husband in the shop to maintain a solid standard of living within the District.
Born into a relatively wealthy family, Mako has managed to keep his life relaxing and carefree, he does what he wants when he wants, as long as he has the time and the ability to do it. The Carter’s feel they have been blessed with an extremely talented and wonderful child; he’s athletic, friendly, good-looking, and while he’s not the sharpest tooth in the shark’s mouth, his unparalleled ability to communicate and relate with anyone has managed to get him out of even the most serious of predicaments.
But one thing Mako had always seemed to lack was a friend. He was often ostracized for his uncanny ability to make himself seem like he looks down on everyone. To cool to participate in-group training, too cool to go to school-wide bonfires; too cool to do anything but surf and swim. Mako had always felt friends were unnecessary; all he needed was his board and the waves.
Mako’s hair was a golden-brown. His face was often grizzled with unkempt facial hair, but everything managed to fit together quite nicely. His face way often joyous and youthful, and as he grew older, he had learned to use several different smiles to portray different emotions at key moments. Mako Carter was a full-fledged con artist, and nobody could do what he did.
He was tall and athletic, a little lanky and his body hair was just as grizzled as the hair on is face. While he wasn’t entirely disproportioned, his legs were significantly larger than his torso, which aided in swimming, but made everyday tasks look extremely awkward when he did them.
Ms. Lillian Breeze lifted her eyes from her desk, and met Mako’s dark brown eyes for a moment longer than she may have intended. A seductively crooked smile shifted itself among his grizzled face. A light brown scruff enveloped his jaw-line to near perfection, his thin lips made a perfect borderline for his naturally brightened teeth. It was hard for her to look at Mako as a boy needing tutelage, as of now, she was struggling to keep her from looking at him as a man. This problem was one not entirely unique to her.
“So, Miss Breeze. I don’t really know why I’m here, should we get started?” asked Mako. He knew why he was there; he was seventeen, only one year left for Reaping eligibility. Mako had used his Career training as an excuse to rid himself of any responsibility that came a long with growing up. He would delegate valuable training time to swimming and surfing, and he would get out of chores by saying he was too beat up or sore to do anything. But really, what did he expect would happen if he got reaped? There were plenty of others in the District who were just itching to volunteer.
“Your parents would like me to get to know you better, they would like you to be better prepared for the upcoming future.” She tilted her thick-rimmed glasses forward, drawing a brief smile from Mako’s lips. “Well, you know I’m all for us getting to know each other,” he said. She rolled her eyes, but she was unable to hide it; she was flattered. “But really, I don’t see how this meeting is going to help us out any.”
Breeze took her hands at clasped them together, resting them on the top of her desk. “This is serious. You can only stand aside and do nothing for so long. Entering the Games isn’t a viable option for you right now, you need to pick a craft and get some work done. You have absolutely no extra-curricular activities, your grades are poor, and your attendance is sub-par at best,” she huffed lightly, as if personally slighted by Mako’s neglect for responsibility and his penchant for defying the future.
“I guess I just don’t know what I want to do yet, miss. I hate being indoors, so I don’t think I’m gonna end up running my family’s shop until I have to. I don’t really like to fish, so I don’t think I’m gonna do that. I just, I wanna enjoy the time I have while I’m young and strong. You don’t stay young forever you know? It’s not that I want to be doing nothing…I’m just…not.” His eyes sparkled, the tone in his voice was innocent and pure. He sat up in his seat, his mouth falling open into a small semi-circle, a breath of hot air flowing out in replicated exasperation. She had been told nearly the exact same thing by hundreds of other students; only this time, she actually felt sympathy. She most definitely should not have felt sympathy. Not for the boy who does nothing with everything.
“Ok how about this? You tell me a little about yourself, what you like to do, the fondest memories you have of the past, and I’ll recommend some things you might like to do as a profession?” After her conversational offer, Mako nodded and figured that wasting time at the counselor’s office wasn’t the worst thing he could do. His imagination ran wild, why had the principal hired such a fine looking young woman as the school counselor? Such a distraction. I could take her if I really tried, thought Mako.
“Well, I really like helping people.” That was a lie. Make didn’t like helping people one bit. If there was anything he wasn’t it was a Good Samaritan. “Maybe I could be some sort of vigilante? I’m athletic, and I think I could make a difference. This one time, I’m riding my surfboard, and I see from afar this couple arguing. So I come out to the beach and confront them, he puts his hand on the girl, and I just couldn’t stand for it. So I had no choice but to settle the confrontation violently…and I hate violence, I do.” That was another lie.
“Maybe I could be a therapist? People are always coming to me with their problems, and I always have halfway decent advice.” Not true. “Or, maybe I could be a school counselor like you? You’re all kinds of helpful, the kids in the school really look up to you. The only thing I think would hold me back is my looks. I’m not particularly beautiful like you are, and I wouldn’t want to be compared to something I couldn’t hold a candle to.”
But that’s what Mako was good at; he was good at lying. He lied whenever he wanted to get the females to do what he wanted, he lied whenever he got bad grades in school, he lied whenever he skipped training, and he lied even if he was just a little late for dinner. Mako loved lying; it became a very real and physical addiction that he just couldn’t stop. But why would he stop? He was good at it.
He was charming and laid-back, his voice was as relaxing as the waves crashing upon the shoreline; perhaps he had learned something from spending nearly all of his days relaxing on the beach. Panem is an easy place to live in if you can find solace in the little things; Mako was good at that. He could take the smallest positive and build on it until it completely overtook the negative. He wasn’t a dreamer, he never wished for big things, and he never wanted anything more than he had; he just wanted to be left alone to do whatever he wants.
But parents always want more for their kids. They want them to live up to their fullest potential, but Mako just wanted to live. His parents’ continuous badgering had brought out his darker side. If he won’t be given what he wants, he’ll lie and cheat to get what he wants. That’s just the Mako way. If it meant sleeping with the school counselor or just buttering her up enough to convince her that she’s wasting her time; Mako had no problem tending to that either.
Mako smiled charmingly as Miss Breeze flushed. Her once milk chocolate cheeks were now a brilliant red, as she couldn’t help but accept the flattery that was tossed her way. Mako got up from his seat and moved towards the door; and after breaking herself out of her stupor; Miss Breeze managed to make out a question. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Make turned his head and smiled. “Relax Miss Breeze, I’m just gonna close the door so we can talk a bit more privately.” Make made his way back to his seat, filled with confidence and bravado. He had the counselor right where he wanted him; if he played his cards right, he could walk out of here both mentally and physically satisfied.
She cleared her throat. “Okay so…where were we.”
Codeword: <img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/16h2ibt.png">
Red = appearance
Green = History
Gold = Personality
(there might be some extra stuff scattered too)
“Good morning.”
The woman sat a few feet a way from him, her eyes light and reflective. Her skin was a light brown, so clear and so smooth that he couldn’t help but feel an unavoidable hankering for milk chocolate. Her gumdrop lips were full and pink; they curled up at the corners, even when she wasn’t smiling, the gleeful expression on her face would never be able to subside. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun behind her head, threads of chestnut brown hair hung loosely from the bun to the back of her neck, and as it swayed with every motion of her head, Mako Carter found himself completely hypnotized.
“Usually, when somebody says good morning, the person they are speaking to replies with, ‘good morning’.” A light smile fell across the guidance counselor’s face, as that seemed to snap Mako out of whatever daydream he had entrenched himself in this time.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Good morning misses Breeze.” Mako placed his palms on the armrests and pushed himself up against the back of the chair to straighten up his posture. He rolled his neck from side to side, allowing a subtle cracking of his vertebrae to release pressure throughout his body.
“Miss Breeze,” the school counselor corrected. She averted her gaze to a stack of papers on her desk, searching for bits of information about the student sitting across from her in her office.
Mako Carter was an interesting case to say the least. Mako is the only child in a relatively normal family. His father Tuna Carter is a former fisherman who now makes a living selling seaside apparel by the beach in his own store. Big Tuna’s Surf Shop has almost everything you can imagine; wetsuits, boardshorts, fishing lines, life vests… it has pretty much anything you can find a need for while on the beach or out at sea. Mako’s mother, Marla, is a former Career-In-Training who had never managed to claim her spot in the Hunger Games; but that hasn’t kept her from honing her skills as a warrior. Now, she works with her husband in the shop to maintain a solid standard of living within the District.
Born into a relatively wealthy family, Mako has managed to keep his life relaxing and carefree, he does what he wants when he wants, as long as he has the time and the ability to do it. The Carter’s feel they have been blessed with an extremely talented and wonderful child; he’s athletic, friendly, good-looking, and while he’s not the sharpest tooth in the shark’s mouth, his unparalleled ability to communicate and relate with anyone has managed to get him out of even the most serious of predicaments.
But one thing Mako had always seemed to lack was a friend. He was often ostracized for his uncanny ability to make himself seem like he looks down on everyone. To cool to participate in-group training, too cool to go to school-wide bonfires; too cool to do anything but surf and swim. Mako had always felt friends were unnecessary; all he needed was his board and the waves.
Mako’s hair was a golden-brown. His face was often grizzled with unkempt facial hair, but everything managed to fit together quite nicely. His face way often joyous and youthful, and as he grew older, he had learned to use several different smiles to portray different emotions at key moments. Mako Carter was a full-fledged con artist, and nobody could do what he did.
He was tall and athletic, a little lanky and his body hair was just as grizzled as the hair on is face. While he wasn’t entirely disproportioned, his legs were significantly larger than his torso, which aided in swimming, but made everyday tasks look extremely awkward when he did them.
Ms. Lillian Breeze lifted her eyes from her desk, and met Mako’s dark brown eyes for a moment longer than she may have intended. A seductively crooked smile shifted itself among his grizzled face. A light brown scruff enveloped his jaw-line to near perfection, his thin lips made a perfect borderline for his naturally brightened teeth. It was hard for her to look at Mako as a boy needing tutelage, as of now, she was struggling to keep her from looking at him as a man. This problem was one not entirely unique to her.
“So, Miss Breeze. I don’t really know why I’m here, should we get started?” asked Mako. He knew why he was there; he was seventeen, only one year left for Reaping eligibility. Mako had used his Career training as an excuse to rid himself of any responsibility that came a long with growing up. He would delegate valuable training time to swimming and surfing, and he would get out of chores by saying he was too beat up or sore to do anything. But really, what did he expect would happen if he got reaped? There were plenty of others in the District who were just itching to volunteer.
“Your parents would like me to get to know you better, they would like you to be better prepared for the upcoming future.” She tilted her thick-rimmed glasses forward, drawing a brief smile from Mako’s lips. “Well, you know I’m all for us getting to know each other,” he said. She rolled her eyes, but she was unable to hide it; she was flattered. “But really, I don’t see how this meeting is going to help us out any.”
Breeze took her hands at clasped them together, resting them on the top of her desk. “This is serious. You can only stand aside and do nothing for so long. Entering the Games isn’t a viable option for you right now, you need to pick a craft and get some work done. You have absolutely no extra-curricular activities, your grades are poor, and your attendance is sub-par at best,” she huffed lightly, as if personally slighted by Mako’s neglect for responsibility and his penchant for defying the future.
“I guess I just don’t know what I want to do yet, miss. I hate being indoors, so I don’t think I’m gonna end up running my family’s shop until I have to. I don’t really like to fish, so I don’t think I’m gonna do that. I just, I wanna enjoy the time I have while I’m young and strong. You don’t stay young forever you know? It’s not that I want to be doing nothing…I’m just…not.” His eyes sparkled, the tone in his voice was innocent and pure. He sat up in his seat, his mouth falling open into a small semi-circle, a breath of hot air flowing out in replicated exasperation. She had been told nearly the exact same thing by hundreds of other students; only this time, she actually felt sympathy. She most definitely should not have felt sympathy. Not for the boy who does nothing with everything.
“Ok how about this? You tell me a little about yourself, what you like to do, the fondest memories you have of the past, and I’ll recommend some things you might like to do as a profession?” After her conversational offer, Mako nodded and figured that wasting time at the counselor’s office wasn’t the worst thing he could do. His imagination ran wild, why had the principal hired such a fine looking young woman as the school counselor? Such a distraction. I could take her if I really tried, thought Mako.
“Well, I really like helping people.” That was a lie. Make didn’t like helping people one bit. If there was anything he wasn’t it was a Good Samaritan. “Maybe I could be some sort of vigilante? I’m athletic, and I think I could make a difference. This one time, I’m riding my surfboard, and I see from afar this couple arguing. So I come out to the beach and confront them, he puts his hand on the girl, and I just couldn’t stand for it. So I had no choice but to settle the confrontation violently…and I hate violence, I do.” That was another lie.
“Maybe I could be a therapist? People are always coming to me with their problems, and I always have halfway decent advice.” Not true. “Or, maybe I could be a school counselor like you? You’re all kinds of helpful, the kids in the school really look up to you. The only thing I think would hold me back is my looks. I’m not particularly beautiful like you are, and I wouldn’t want to be compared to something I couldn’t hold a candle to.”
But that’s what Mako was good at; he was good at lying. He lied whenever he wanted to get the females to do what he wanted, he lied whenever he got bad grades in school, he lied whenever he skipped training, and he lied even if he was just a little late for dinner. Mako loved lying; it became a very real and physical addiction that he just couldn’t stop. But why would he stop? He was good at it.
He was charming and laid-back, his voice was as relaxing as the waves crashing upon the shoreline; perhaps he had learned something from spending nearly all of his days relaxing on the beach. Panem is an easy place to live in if you can find solace in the little things; Mako was good at that. He could take the smallest positive and build on it until it completely overtook the negative. He wasn’t a dreamer, he never wished for big things, and he never wanted anything more than he had; he just wanted to be left alone to do whatever he wants.
But parents always want more for their kids. They want them to live up to their fullest potential, but Mako just wanted to live. His parents’ continuous badgering had brought out his darker side. If he won’t be given what he wants, he’ll lie and cheat to get what he wants. That’s just the Mako way. If it meant sleeping with the school counselor or just buttering her up enough to convince her that she’s wasting her time; Mako had no problem tending to that either.
Mako smiled charmingly as Miss Breeze flushed. Her once milk chocolate cheeks were now a brilliant red, as she couldn’t help but accept the flattery that was tossed her way. Mako got up from his seat and moved towards the door; and after breaking herself out of her stupor; Miss Breeze managed to make out a question. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Make turned his head and smiled. “Relax Miss Breeze, I’m just gonna close the door so we can talk a bit more privately.” Make made his way back to his seat, filled with confidence and bravado. He had the counselor right where he wanted him; if he played his cards right, he could walk out of here both mentally and physically satisfied.
She cleared her throat. “Okay so…where were we.”
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