Dezmonde Locke {District 4}

Dezmonde Locke {District 4} Sept 11, 2012 23:02:04 GMT -5

Post by plantix on Sept 11, 2012 23:02:04 GMT -5

Dezmonde Locke

{District 4 - Male}

Appearance

You sit on a chair in a small room that looks quite comfortable and cozy. Here, you will be placing an interview of Dezmond Locke for informational purposes that the capitol is recording. You look through a clip board and run through a bit of information about him and the questions you’re supposed to ask. Like with any other interview you do, you must go into detail of how the subject sees them self, how they think they act, and finally a bit about themselves in terms of their life story. You hear a rather loud knock on the door to the room and you tell the person to come in. Like you expect, your subject now is Dezmond Locke.

“Hello there, I’d like to skip the formalities of exchanging names and such since I already know about you Dezmond and that I’ll technically disappear from your life after this is over. Just answer these questions truthfully and from your own opinion. Is that alright with you?” You ask him to confirm he is comfortable. He just gives a nod and tells you to continue. “Excellent. Although it seems redundant for me to ask you this, it’s a part of my job so bear with me. Describe how you look for me, and please detail yourself as much as you’d like. You ask Dezmond.

This large, young man shuffles a bit in his seat before answering the question “Okay. I’m a big person for me age and people don’t usually think that I’m 16. To be exact I’m six feet and two inches tall, and I weigh a hundred and ninety five pounds. He explains as you examine him. What he’s saying is true; he’s quite large for just a teenager. In fact, you almost don’t believe that he’s saying the truth when he says that he’s just 16. “I can’t entirely tell if it’s because I’ve been eating too much or because I don’t balance it out with enough, well, it could be both, but I just like to call it bulky. You see, I’m supposed to be a career, and this sort of build is what everyone who wants to enter the games is supposed to have… At least, that’s what my parents say.” He pauses and thinks to himself for a few seconds.

After a bit of silence, you ask him another question to keep the conversation going. “So, do you have more details you want to describe?”

”Huh?” He comes back from his enigma and looks directly at you again. He then puts on a confident smile and gives you an answer. ”Yeah I do. My skin is what my parents describe as ‘olive’ color and I seem to be able to keep my face clean and without any pimples. I have short, dark brown hair that people seem to always compare the colour of to chocolate. When I don’t shave in a day or two, my facial hair starts to peak out around my lips, on my chin and on my cheeks. It’s sort of a hassle when I don’t shave because people will think I’m a lot older then I am. My eyes are pretty much the same color as my hair and I would just describe my hair as just short.”

You nod and confirm these details of his. So now you need to find out what he normally wears, so you go ahead and ask bluntly. “How do you dress on a normal day and on formal occasions?”

Dezmonds’ expression brightens up a bit before he answers. ”On a normal day I just wear button-up polo and a shirt under it. It doesn’t really matter what colours I wear but really love anything that stands out. The pattern I like the most though is plaid and I pretty much wear plaid polos everywhere I go. Shorts are also pretty cool, and it’s usually white or black because they pretty much match with anything. On a formal day, I like to wear a black tuxedo and a white polo under it, with dress pants and a red tie. I really like fashion and clothing, but my sense of style is sort of strange”

Personality

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Suddenly something brothers you; the smell of what appears to be dirt and musk seems to be slowly radiating through the room. ”Do you smell something funny?” You ask Dezmond to make sure that it isn’t just you who smells it.

”Oh, I am so sorry. That’s probably from the animals I take care of. I didn’t get to shower so uh, please excuse that. The teenager shuffles again in his seat and appears to be slightly flushed.

“You take care of animals? What kinds?” You give the question in your own curiosity.

Once again, his expression brightens up and he smiles again for you. “Yeah! I have a ton at my house and in my room. Some of them I keep for myself like the fishies in my tanks, but the wild animals are the ones I set free. I take them in because all the little guys get hurt and I can’t just leave them in the dirt. It’s just so sad to watch them hurt, especially when it’s just the babies all alone.”He pauses to take a breath, exhaling some sort of melancholy emotion from talking about small, hurt animals. ”I take in all kinds of critters actually. Usually, I take in the small animals like mice, rabbits, bunnies, baby deer, and lots of birdies. Even so, I lend my hand to help some hurt snakes and lizards that I find sometimes… and once, I took in a baby crocodile when my mom and dad weren’t home. That didn’t end too well and I’ll tell you about that some other time. Most of these guys are kept in my room, so it’s just a little bit crowded, but I’m perfectly fine with it.” He chuckles a bit and you decide to laugh as well.

You smile and keep some mental notes to yourself: He really loves animals and wants to help bring them to health. For a moment, you wonder if he’s the same way with people, but you decide to put off asking the question until later in the interview. For quite the intimidating fellow in appearance, he seems quite soft, gentle and possibly even kind. When you look at him and then apply what he said about how he loves animals and you notice that he really doesn’t look like to type to be. You tilt your head a little bit and ask another question that has peeked your curiosity. ”Does anyone make fun of you for doing that? I mean, you don’t look like the kind of guy who would be taking care of animals.”

Dezmond gives another sigh and says “Yeah, they do… Or did, rather.” His expression turns form a bit of gloom into a bit of happiness and he pulls a grin on his face. “You see, up until about a year ago, all of the other guys that knew me kept calling me a weakling. I’m just a nice guy who happens to like animals so I got really sad and angry at them. Even though I was large then them, they all bullied me. Remember how I said that I’m a career? Yeah, I’ve been training since I was twelve and so I got really strong without them realizing it and so one day when I’m fifteen, I snapped and pummeled them.” He suddenly looks as if he’s been punched in the stomach. ”At first I sort of felt bad for the guys I beat up, but at that time my dad was really proud of me. He said ‘You’re a true man. I am so proud of you.’ I couldn’t believe that being able to beat up those kids made my dad proud, so it’s sort of a bitter sweet memory. Now, people are sort of afraid to go near me if they’ve heard what happened to them. It’s nice that they leave me alone, but I’d still like someone to talk to.”

You raise your eyebrow at the story he told you. From what you can infer, he’s a nice and gentle guy who likes animals, who has the potential to beat someone up. ‘What an odd character.’ You think to yourself. This is when you remember you where supposed to ask a specific question to him, and so you drop the bomb in a subtle manner, completely changing the topic. ”So, I heard you like guys. Is that true?”

Dezmond gives you a questioning face, a face that implies that you invaded his privacy. He looks as if you told him something perverted or asked him to do something perverted. “What? No. I’m not gay.”

”Oh come on now. I happen to know your secret-“ You say calmly as if you’ve been friends with him for years. -and besides, you can trust me. You assure him and lean back a bit on your chair to make the atmosphere a bit more lax.

Dezmond gives a sigh and caves in to your trusting words. ”Okay, yeah. I’m gay. So what?” he looks just a bit nervous at admitting this secret of his. ”But please don’t tell anyone. I don’t know what will happen if people in my district knew, or even worse; my family. Please, promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

”I promise.” You give the teenager full trust that his secret is safe. You know that this is a lie because eventually you will have to report your findings, but still, this guy is pretty nice and you want him to feel safe. The shameful and full of dread look on the adolescent’s face is restored to being relaxed, so you continue with the questions going on to the topic of how he acts around others. ”So, how are you with your family?”

”My family is pretty nice. I’m pretty sure you know this, but my parents are very busy and they don’t seem to be home often. It’s aright I guess, but I still want to see my mom and dad some times when I’m awake. I really love them, but sometimes it’s sort of hard to think that they feel the same about me… or the three of us in the house for that matter. As for my brother and sister, they’re a part of me and I love them, or at least just Del. He’s pretty nice and doesn’t rat me out when I keep larger animals, but Dem is a demon. I really can’t believe that she’s my sister. Or, wait I can; she just sucked out all the evil from me and Del and she has all of the evil. I’m serious about this. One time, she took one of the bunnies I was taking care of and she cut all of his paws off. It was so depressing, I cried for the whole week because of that.” Dezmond appears as if he’s going to cry, but doesn’t shed a tear. ”I sort of like my family, but not as much as I’d like to.” He gives a verdict of his family.

You’ve heard multiple stories like this with distant parents and unloving families, so not much of his story fazes you. You decide to carry on with the interview and proceed to the next question.”And what about strangers? How do you act around them?”

”Well, I just smile at most people I meet and if they talk to me, I try to make a conversation. I’m sort of social, but I’d like to open up more if people could approach me and not be scared.” He confesses to you.

You incline you head to him in understanding. You move on to the question that affects the whole world in the eyes of the districts. ”What do you think about the Hunger Games?” It’s a question that you’re sure you’re almost sure you’ll hear a negative response of, even though he’s a career.

He takes a moment to think about his answer before wording it to you ”Well, it’s something I’ve been training for. I’m supposed to be some huge guy who’s going to make an amazing career tribute in the games one day and then become a victor. To be honest, I don’t think I’m ready or that I’ll ever be… The last chance will happen when I turn eighteen, then I know I’ll have to volunteer. It’s what my parents want.” He looks down again, avoiding eye contact with you to take another moment to revel in his thoughts before looking up again at you like the question wasn’t even asked. ”Was there something else you wanted to ask me?”

History
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”Actually yes.” You start off, noticing that he seems just a bit hasty to end the interview.Describe to me how your childhood was like; how your parents were and how your siblings were as well. Please do share anecdotes, I’m all ears. You give Dezmond a sign of interest, but of course such interest is false since you probably have others to attend to and then listen to their story.

”Okay, sure. So my dad’s name is Davy and my mom’s is Deliah and like I said before, they own a fish hatchery and because they manage it so well, they became really rich. My brother, my sister and I were born as triplets and we’re quite lucky to have literally been born rich. We all grew up getting whatever we wanted and a pretty happy life overall. I can’t really complain about life or my childhood, but I wish I made more friends though. I’ve never really been approached by the other kids in grade school, so I never really made an effort to hang out with them. When people do want to be friends with me, it’s only for the fact that I’m rich and that I can get them anything they want. I can understand wanting things like food for your family, but this one time a kid tried to make me buy him a bike. He gave me an ultimatum of either ending our friendship or buy him a bike. In the end I just left him. It’s been a bit lonely without a nice group of friends, but I have my animals to keep me happy.” He takes a moment to think to himself and decides to move with that topic.

”When I think about it, most of my life has been about taking care of animals.”He begins and starts off a short story. ”The first time I got really sad for another creature was when I was six and my uncle took me and my brother deep sea fishing for the first time. I didn’t really know what to do and I thought we were going to keep the fish we caught and put him in one of our tanks. When we went out, in about ten minutes, I was the first one to catch a fish; it was a large mackerel that had to be taller than me. It had to be about this large.” He stretched both of his hands and makes space that measures to just a bit over a meter in length. Although you think he may be over exaggerating it, he appears to be telling the truth at least from his perspective. ”It was pretty dang large and for a moment I felt proud of myself, until I asked what we were going to do with it. He said he was going to kill it and I kept screaming and shout for him not to, but then he smashed the head of the fish with a mallet and then peeled its scales in front of us.” Dezmond looks like he’s going to puke for a moment before finishing off his story. ”I screamed and cried the whole time he was doing it, and from that day I became a vegetarian. No meat. I really can’t bring myself to eat it, even if I’m hungry. Just the sight of what the meat looked like before it died, its, it’s too much for me.” He gives a heavy sigh.

You feel that you must be a mediator for his emotions to bring him out of that dark spot, so you switch the topic, sympathize with him and get on with the last bit of your interview. ”Oh my, I’m sorry you had to see such a thing, but I have to get on with this. How is your life now with your family? What’s it like being rich in district 4?” You give him questions that have the potential to bring up positive answers.

”Well, it’s pretty nice like I said before. My brother, sister and I get what we want so there really isn’t any room to complain. As for my siblings themselves, they’re sort of different from me. Well, actually they’re a lot different from me. Del is something like a scrawnier version of me and he could be an upstanding gentleman if he could just get his personality down right. The way he acts is just a bit too ‘honest’ and I give him a punch sometimes because what he says is really hurtful. It’s almost like I’m his friend, even right now, but he really has the potential to be a jerk sometimes. As for my sister Dem… she’s just so heartless. It’s like she was born with no heart. When I say heatless, I mean there’s literally a void where her heart should be. I honestly can’t believe that we’re related and in fact born together as part of triplets is true. You know what happened the first and only time I let her take care of a bunny; I went out to get food for the little guy and I came back to my room, with all of his little baby paws cut off! And they were hung on a necklace!” Dezmond looks as if he’s about to cry again in horror of the memory, but this time he manages to maintain his emotions and continues with his conversation. ”I was screaming and crying again because I was pissed at her, and she just threw the necklace at me and I had a huge panic attack. That bunny ended up dying later from blood loss. So uh, yeah I’ve been disconnected with my sister, even though I see her on a daily basis.”

Dezmond looks up at you and down at the floor again and he looks as if he’s contemplating. You suppose that he wouldn’t have to live with the things you hear each day from the different stories of kids you hear; some losing a parent, a brother sister of friend, or even just someone who’s close that got reaped into the games. This young man seems to be a regular child and there is nothing too suspicious with him in who he is what he’s doing, in fact you may even consider him a unique case. ”So uh, do you have anything else you want to ask me?” he says, being blatantly hasty to end the conversation.

”Actually, that will be all today. Thank you very much for participating in this interview and rest assured that these documents will remain safe. You inform him and motion your hand to the door, signalling he can leave with your hand and voice.

He gives a polite bow of respect and responds to you. ”Okay then. Thanks for having me. See you around I guess.” He walks out of the room and disappears from your sight. He almost makes you wonder what kind of person he’ll turn out as in his district. Almost.

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