Milena Nyaminde {District 4}
Dec 17, 2013 20:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 20:11:12 GMT -5
Milena Edina Nyaminde
[/i][/color][/font][/size]A 17 year old born and raised in District 4.
They say she looks a lot like Stefanie Scott.
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...Catch me as I fall...
...Say you're here and it's all over now...
...Speaking to the atmosphere...
...No one's here and I fall into myself...
~~Appearance~~
I don't know why exactly you want me to write about what I look
like but lets just get this thing over with so I can get on with my
training. I am female, obviously. My height I would say is around
average with the others I know, maybe a little shorter than the
norm but smaller people can often be more agile so I find that to
an advantage. My weight is most definitely average for my height
thank you very much and I will say nothing else on that matter.
There is some muscle to my frame since I have been training for
most of my short life and you don't do that sort of thing so much
without becoming stronger. I have tanned skin that often burns
very easily in the scorching heat that comes every summer. That is
one of the things I hate since most manage not to get too much
sunburn but my skin makes not getting it extremely hard to do.
My best feature absolutely has to be my hair. I'm a blonde and
yes it is natural before you even ask. Why does everyone seem to
think all blondes dye their hair? Anyway my hair has a nice curl to
it and flows down to not far below my shoulders. I take good
care of my hair, brushing it lightly every morning to keep the light
curl. Some days I tie some of it into a plait to make it all look
prettier. I suppose my eyes are pretty nice as well. They are a
kind of murky brown with lighter shades hidden that are much
more visible in the sunlight. Hey, do you want to know a little bit
of a secret? If you tell I will be on to you with a knife but you
won't tell, right? Here goes. The truth is I actually pluck my
eyebrows quite a bit. I was born with eyebrows that were way
too thick so there was only one thing to do about it and that was
to reduce their size. That is pretty much my only style secret.
I guess the only over thing that will determine how I look is my
clothes. I have a pretty decent array of different outfits when
compared with what the people from lower districts would have.
In the winter I always wrap up with a jumper and my favourite
jacket which is a lovely deep purple. I often wear my scarf during
those cold months. It is a grey one that my mother knitted while
she was pregnant with me. In the summer I still like to wear
clothes that cover my arms and legs to try and avoid as much
sunburn as possible with how susceptible my skin is but when it
gets unbearably hot then I do have a couple of dresses that I will
wear to keep myself cool. They aren't my favourite outfits but they
do the job so who am I to complain. I could have a lot less, right?
I don't know why exactly you want me to write about what I look
like but lets just get this thing over with so I can get on with my
training. I am female, obviously. My height I would say is around
average with the others I know, maybe a little shorter than the
norm but smaller people can often be more agile so I find that to
an advantage. My weight is most definitely average for my height
thank you very much and I will say nothing else on that matter.
There is some muscle to my frame since I have been training for
most of my short life and you don't do that sort of thing so much
without becoming stronger. I have tanned skin that often burns
very easily in the scorching heat that comes every summer. That is
one of the things I hate since most manage not to get too much
sunburn but my skin makes not getting it extremely hard to do.
My best feature absolutely has to be my hair. I'm a blonde and
yes it is natural before you even ask. Why does everyone seem to
think all blondes dye their hair? Anyway my hair has a nice curl to
it and flows down to not far below my shoulders. I take good
care of my hair, brushing it lightly every morning to keep the light
curl. Some days I tie some of it into a plait to make it all look
prettier. I suppose my eyes are pretty nice as well. They are a
kind of murky brown with lighter shades hidden that are much
more visible in the sunlight. Hey, do you want to know a little bit
of a secret? If you tell I will be on to you with a knife but you
won't tell, right? Here goes. The truth is I actually pluck my
eyebrows quite a bit. I was born with eyebrows that were way
too thick so there was only one thing to do about it and that was
to reduce their size. That is pretty much my only style secret.
I guess the only over thing that will determine how I look is my
clothes. I have a pretty decent array of different outfits when
compared with what the people from lower districts would have.
In the winter I always wrap up with a jumper and my favourite
jacket which is a lovely deep purple. I often wear my scarf during
those cold months. It is a grey one that my mother knitted while
she was pregnant with me. In the summer I still like to wear
clothes that cover my arms and legs to try and avoid as much
sunburn as possible with how susceptible my skin is but when it
gets unbearably hot then I do have a couple of dresses that I will
wear to keep myself cool. They aren't my favourite outfits but they
do the job so who am I to complain. I could have a lot less, right?
...Don't turn away...
...Don't try to hide...
...Don't close your eyes...
...Don't turn out the light...
...Don't try to hide...
...Don't close your eyes...
...Don't turn out the light...
~~Personality~~
Lets get this straight right at the beginning. Yes, I am a career
and I do train for the Hunger Games. Most of our district do but
there are some who try and convince us not to. Those people are
the ones that would be killed first if they were reaped. The games
are like a war and you have got to be ready. That wishy washy
nonsense about how wrong it is to learn to kill innocent children is
in no way going to have an effect on me. The Capitol wants blood
and the only way to keep them happy is to oblige. Besides, I
actually find training quite a good way to vent after a hard day at
school so it has other uses than learning how to kill any warped
psychos I would probably find if I went into the arena and believe
me I plan to go in there. Either this year or next I am going to
volunteer for the games and I am going to come home victorious.
I don't care very much about most of the people who I meet.
They have to prove to me that they are worthy of my time. Most
people give up quite quickly on trying to get me to warm up to
them and just class me as a typical, stern career who puts
training and the games above anything else. They think that I
don't want any friends whatsoever. That is only true to some
extent. I don't want fake friends, only true ones. Some people try
and make friends with me now after they have seen me in the
training center and know what I can do but it is too late after
what they used to do to me. I spent way too much time when I
was younger caring about those who were never going to be kind
enough to care about me and I am never going to make that
mistake again in my lifetime no matter how much others try. The
one person I am extremely close to is my older sister, Eva. I would
do anything for her and she knows it. I owe her for all the love
and care she has given to me and especially for saving my life
when I was just a little girl. She is my sister and my best friend.
One thing you will find out very quickly is never to ask me to go
swimming or surfing or anything like that. I will not just go into the
water like that if someone invites me. That stuff is too dangerous.
In case you haven't noticed it already, I suffer from hydrophobia.
It isn't like I can't go near water at all. Imagine my daily life if that
was the case! I just can't get too close to large bodies of water
or my body starts to tremble and I get a feeling that is almost like
drowning. Yes, I do know know what drowning feels like before
you ask. I know it sounds absolutely crazy that somebody from
District 4, the fishing district, of all places is scared to go near
large volumes of water. People have tried to analyse me and find
the root of my fear but they never manage to find what they are
looking for. I know how I became like this but I will never tell.
When I spend time alone, which is a lot, I like to read. There is
something about being able to get lost in a world that is so much
better than the real one that has always appealed to me. It is the
best way to escape to unfamiliar worlds and have adventures
that would be impossible confined to a district of Panem. There
are so many places to explore that I wouldn't even have have
known could exist without stories of them being written. When I
am in these places I am no longer a hydrophobic, uncaring career.
I am the happy, charismatic girl I never got the chance to grow
into. The black ink on the white pages has so much power that I
sometimes get jealous of it. The people who are closest to me are
the ones that share my love of books and reading. I often share
with them things from my favourite books and how they make me
feel. When I am talking about what I have read it makes me
almost as happy as when I am actually reading them. That lovely
emotion in my mind is active and I almost feel like I am normal.
Lets get this straight right at the beginning. Yes, I am a career
and I do train for the Hunger Games. Most of our district do but
there are some who try and convince us not to. Those people are
the ones that would be killed first if they were reaped. The games
are like a war and you have got to be ready. That wishy washy
nonsense about how wrong it is to learn to kill innocent children is
in no way going to have an effect on me. The Capitol wants blood
and the only way to keep them happy is to oblige. Besides, I
actually find training quite a good way to vent after a hard day at
school so it has other uses than learning how to kill any warped
psychos I would probably find if I went into the arena and believe
me I plan to go in there. Either this year or next I am going to
volunteer for the games and I am going to come home victorious.
I don't care very much about most of the people who I meet.
They have to prove to me that they are worthy of my time. Most
people give up quite quickly on trying to get me to warm up to
them and just class me as a typical, stern career who puts
training and the games above anything else. They think that I
don't want any friends whatsoever. That is only true to some
extent. I don't want fake friends, only true ones. Some people try
and make friends with me now after they have seen me in the
training center and know what I can do but it is too late after
what they used to do to me. I spent way too much time when I
was younger caring about those who were never going to be kind
enough to care about me and I am never going to make that
mistake again in my lifetime no matter how much others try. The
one person I am extremely close to is my older sister, Eva. I would
do anything for her and she knows it. I owe her for all the love
and care she has given to me and especially for saving my life
when I was just a little girl. She is my sister and my best friend.
One thing you will find out very quickly is never to ask me to go
swimming or surfing or anything like that. I will not just go into the
water like that if someone invites me. That stuff is too dangerous.
In case you haven't noticed it already, I suffer from hydrophobia.
It isn't like I can't go near water at all. Imagine my daily life if that
was the case! I just can't get too close to large bodies of water
or my body starts to tremble and I get a feeling that is almost like
drowning. Yes, I do know know what drowning feels like before
you ask. I know it sounds absolutely crazy that somebody from
District 4, the fishing district, of all places is scared to go near
large volumes of water. People have tried to analyse me and find
the root of my fear but they never manage to find what they are
looking for. I know how I became like this but I will never tell.
When I spend time alone, which is a lot, I like to read. There is
something about being able to get lost in a world that is so much
better than the real one that has always appealed to me. It is the
best way to escape to unfamiliar worlds and have adventures
that would be impossible confined to a district of Panem. There
are so many places to explore that I wouldn't even have have
known could exist without stories of them being written. When I
am in these places I am no longer a hydrophobic, uncaring career.
I am the happy, charismatic girl I never got the chance to grow
into. The black ink on the white pages has so much power that I
sometimes get jealous of it. The people who are closest to me are
the ones that share my love of books and reading. I often share
with them things from my favourite books and how they make me
feel. When I am talking about what I have read it makes me
almost as happy as when I am actually reading them. That lovely
emotion in my mind is active and I almost feel like I am normal.
...I'm frightened by what I see...
...But somehow I know...
...That there's much more to come...
...Immobilized by my fear...
...But somehow I know...
...That there's much more to come...
...Immobilized by my fear...
~~History~~
Well, I started just like everybody else did. I
was born. For me this was in District 4 to two loving parents. Well,
they loved me more when I was younger than when I became of
age to train. I have to give them credit. They took care of me very
well and made sure I always had enough to eat and clothes to
wear each day. Once I understood what playing was my big sister
Eva would drag me around everywhere to play with her and we
would both have a tremendous amount of fun. She is only 1 year
older than me so we always got on really really well with each
other and appeared to be inseparable. When I was 4, our little
brother Rafal was born. To us he appeared as an outsider to our
games and our world. We eventually got used to him, however,
and he was gradually included in more of our games. Me and Eva
always have a closer bond than any of us do with Rafal though.
When I was 5, a few weeks before I was due to start school,
there was something that would change me for a very long time.
We were paying a visit to the beach and I was excitedly playing
near the water with Eva since Rafal was sleeping. I got really
close to the water to pick up a sea shell that had been washed
ashore when a large wave came towards the shore and the
current caught me and pulled me into the water. I had no idea
how to swim so the current easily controlled me however much I
kicked and splashed. Eva's screaming had alerted my mother, a
lifeguard, and she jumped in to rescue me. She was nearly too
late as I had slipped under the surface and was cut off from any
air, water filling my lungs and it seemed like it was crushing me,
stopping me from breathing. Luckily I was pulled from the water in
time and I was able to recover physically. However, next time we
went to the the beach I found myself unable to get too close to
the water. Whenever I did the feeling would come back.
I started school and looking around the room I knew I wanted to
make friends with some of the people in there. I had heard Eva
talk so much about her school friends and I wanted to have some
too. The problem is all of them were starting to learn to swim. All
people in District 4 were supposed to learn to swim very early so
that they would be useful to gather things of value from sea. The
others in my class were excited by this and found me a freak
because I wouldn't go near the water so could definitely not learn
how to swim. They just found it wrong for someone from District
4. They would often tease me while I sat and watched them from
a distance, filling their hands with water from the sea and running
over to splash me with it. There were very few who actually
wanted to be friends with me. Those were the only ones I ever
really accepted as my friends and we are still friends to this day.
I started to shut myself off to anyone else but my friends and my
sister while I was at school. It seemed to be the only way to deal
with things there. Shutting myself off seemed to help a little bit
and I didn't get as upset and angry as I had done before but it
never really solved the problem. It made it so I was alone for a lot
of time each day as my sister was in a different class than me
being a year older and my friends would only be with me when
the class was not by the sea doing practical lessons. I found
myself picking up more and more books to fill my time with and it
seemed to help it pass by a lot quicker. The teasing still went
ahead and to my dismay a good amount of my books would get
water all over them thanks to others in my class. One time they
grouped together and started forcing me towards the water and
they were preparing to push me in when the teacher had finally
caught sight of what they were doing and easily stopped them.
When I was considered old enough to start training for the games
I knew that I would be expected to do so. My mum and dad had
trained when they were younger and Eva had started to train. It
turned out that I was pretty good with anything that needed an
aim. My favourite item in the training center has always been a
spear and I was good at hitting exactly where I wanted when I
used one. I quickly found that it was a good way to vent out all
the stress of the day at school I had endured. All my hate and
anger would be put into the spears and released as I saw the tip
of the spear go straight into a target. I was easily better than Eva
at this. She has always been much better with a sword than
anything else. My focus and effort all went into my training for the
games. People started to be impressed with my skill when using a
spear but it was way too late for them to make friends now.
At my first reaping I actually felt extremely excited. I knew that
this was in no way the time to volunteer but I couldn't wait to see
who was going to fight for the glory of District 4. The names were
read out and while the male tribute took their post happily, there
was a volunteer for the female. I watched the courage of the 18
year old as they walked up onto the platform. Looking at them I
knew I wanted that to be me in the future. I was going to
volunteer for the games one year. It actually made me feel sad
when the girl from 4 was killed because she had had so much
courage. I knew that when I was ready I was going to volunteer
like her but there would be one big difference. I was not going to
lose. I was going to become a victor and bring pride to my family,
who deserve it all, and also my district, that still doesn't.
Well, I started just like everybody else did. I
was born. For me this was in District 4 to two loving parents. Well,
they loved me more when I was younger than when I became of
age to train. I have to give them credit. They took care of me very
well and made sure I always had enough to eat and clothes to
wear each day. Once I understood what playing was my big sister
Eva would drag me around everywhere to play with her and we
would both have a tremendous amount of fun. She is only 1 year
older than me so we always got on really really well with each
other and appeared to be inseparable. When I was 4, our little
brother Rafal was born. To us he appeared as an outsider to our
games and our world. We eventually got used to him, however,
and he was gradually included in more of our games. Me and Eva
always have a closer bond than any of us do with Rafal though.
When I was 5, a few weeks before I was due to start school,
there was something that would change me for a very long time.
We were paying a visit to the beach and I was excitedly playing
near the water with Eva since Rafal was sleeping. I got really
close to the water to pick up a sea shell that had been washed
ashore when a large wave came towards the shore and the
current caught me and pulled me into the water. I had no idea
how to swim so the current easily controlled me however much I
kicked and splashed. Eva's screaming had alerted my mother, a
lifeguard, and she jumped in to rescue me. She was nearly too
late as I had slipped under the surface and was cut off from any
air, water filling my lungs and it seemed like it was crushing me,
stopping me from breathing. Luckily I was pulled from the water in
time and I was able to recover physically. However, next time we
went to the the beach I found myself unable to get too close to
the water. Whenever I did the feeling would come back.
I started school and looking around the room I knew I wanted to
make friends with some of the people in there. I had heard Eva
talk so much about her school friends and I wanted to have some
too. The problem is all of them were starting to learn to swim. All
people in District 4 were supposed to learn to swim very early so
that they would be useful to gather things of value from sea. The
others in my class were excited by this and found me a freak
because I wouldn't go near the water so could definitely not learn
how to swim. They just found it wrong for someone from District
4. They would often tease me while I sat and watched them from
a distance, filling their hands with water from the sea and running
over to splash me with it. There were very few who actually
wanted to be friends with me. Those were the only ones I ever
really accepted as my friends and we are still friends to this day.
I started to shut myself off to anyone else but my friends and my
sister while I was at school. It seemed to be the only way to deal
with things there. Shutting myself off seemed to help a little bit
and I didn't get as upset and angry as I had done before but it
never really solved the problem. It made it so I was alone for a lot
of time each day as my sister was in a different class than me
being a year older and my friends would only be with me when
the class was not by the sea doing practical lessons. I found
myself picking up more and more books to fill my time with and it
seemed to help it pass by a lot quicker. The teasing still went
ahead and to my dismay a good amount of my books would get
water all over them thanks to others in my class. One time they
grouped together and started forcing me towards the water and
they were preparing to push me in when the teacher had finally
caught sight of what they were doing and easily stopped them.
When I was considered old enough to start training for the games
I knew that I would be expected to do so. My mum and dad had
trained when they were younger and Eva had started to train. It
turned out that I was pretty good with anything that needed an
aim. My favourite item in the training center has always been a
spear and I was good at hitting exactly where I wanted when I
used one. I quickly found that it was a good way to vent out all
the stress of the day at school I had endured. All my hate and
anger would be put into the spears and released as I saw the tip
of the spear go straight into a target. I was easily better than Eva
at this. She has always been much better with a sword than
anything else. My focus and effort all went into my training for the
games. People started to be impressed with my skill when using a
spear but it was way too late for them to make friends now.
At my first reaping I actually felt extremely excited. I knew that
this was in no way the time to volunteer but I couldn't wait to see
who was going to fight for the glory of District 4. The names were
read out and while the male tribute took their post happily, there
was a volunteer for the female. I watched the courage of the 18
year old as they walked up onto the platform. Looking at them I
knew I wanted that to be me in the future. I was going to
volunteer for the games one year. It actually made me feel sad
when the girl from 4 was killed because she had had so much
courage. I knew that when I was ready I was going to volunteer
like her but there would be one big difference. I was not going to
lose. I was going to become a victor and bring pride to my family,
who deserve it all, and also my district, that still doesn't.
...She beckons me,shall I give in...
...Upon my end shall I begin...
...Forsaking all I've fallen for...
...I rise to meet the end...
...Upon my end shall I begin...
...Forsaking all I've fallen for...
...I rise to meet the end...
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