carly fisher [d13] [wip]

carly fisher [d13] [wip] Jan 27, 2013 23:36:57 GMT -5

Post by ✨ zozo. on Jan 27, 2013 23:36:57 GMT -5

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♥ carly amania fisher

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♥ {a g e} sixteen
♥ {d i s t r i c t} three » thirteen
♥ {g e n d e r} female

Why can't we speak another language
One we all agree on?
We are constantly uprooted from them
Making us tiresome and fearful
Endeavour to free-fall

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There's a tiny girl that sits in the corners of District Thirteen, hidden behind a slanted fringe and the corners of her notebook. Do you see her? Scribbling away, legs tucked up neatly in front of her, acting as a support for her fly-away musings and sketchy doodles. There's a blue bow in her hair - one of her newer creations - and it stands out brightly against her dark auburn hair, tinted with a red shine that she tries to remember to keep up to date with. The rest of her, however, blends easily into her background surroundings. It's hard to catch a glimpse of her face, at first, for she squints at her furious pencil movements, bringing the paper pages closer towards her sun-deprived skin. The slanted, wonky fringe thing she has going on resulted from her poor eyesight, lack of hand to eye co-ordination and having to use a glass window reflection instead of an actual mirror - but people actually quite liked the outcome, so she doted it a happy accident and never bothered to fix it again. It covers her eyes - brown, nothing special - but they widen with delight and peer around with a cautious curiosity, raising her gaze from her notebook world to reveal her face for the first time.

She looks lost. As if ripping herself away from her book, she now finds herself studying the unknown, the unfamiliar. She fits in, but only in the background. Not in the swell of people, not in the rhythmic hammering of shoes on shiny, tiled walkways because she prefers to pitter patter against the floors in the underground tunnels, not in the bustling of everyday life. She is a wallflower, content with being content. Her tiny little mouth shifts to the side in a studious, unsure expression; round button nose crinkling in-between her eyebrows as she thinks for a moment, watching the world go bye. Then an idea strikes, and she's at it again, creating curled letters against the ruled lines of paper with small hands.

huge work in progress.

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'Cause you can fall if you want to
It's just a matter of how far you've treasure your home town
But you've forgotten where you are
And it will stay with you until you're mind's been found
And it has been found wondering around

With that skipping rope, the trampoline
The crafty smoke that made us choke
But we didn't give up hope
The carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed

Patterns all arranged in my background
It's pillars and posts keeping this country on form
Letters were all sent with no addresses
So that people can't discover
We're always undercover

'Cause you see
I don't own my clothes
But I own my mind
And it's not what you've lost
But it's what you find

♥ {c o d e}
♥ {f a c e c l a i m} kathryn prescott
♥ {s o n g} wish i stayed - ellie goulding
♥ {f a m i l y} twin sister to charla moss
♥ {p a l e t t e} cherry coke !
♥ {t e m p l a t e} 'symbol' style used with lei's permission