Artur Nokken :D1: WIP
Jun 14, 2014 5:33:14 GMT -5
Post by go away on Jun 14, 2014 5:33:14 GMT -5
Artur Nokken
district 2 | 16 | male | hugh vidler
district 2 | 16 | male | hugh vidler
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flames, they licked the walls.
My knuckles have blood on them. I punched somebody really hard - they made fun of me. What a mistake. I'm a big, tall person and have a reputation for a hard punch. I mean, have you not seen my muscles? I'm not one to brag but you can't deny I'm a strong person. Some call me a bully but I'm not. When someone does something bad, they get a punch. I hardly believe that is bullying. It's the way I stop being angry. I am not proud of it, I have to say. Well, maybe a little bit. I'm not a sadistic freak who gets a thrill out of hurting people, but doesn't everyone feel self righteous when they see a real jerk in pain? Whether they've been winded or knocked out or just plain humiliated, there is a sense of vigilantism to see them in pain.
So I'm in the bathroom at the sink and I look at the mirror. I see a a brown mess on top of my head. It's wild because I really couldn't care less about my hair unless I'm with an important person or a special event. Then I would have to come it back with hair gel and combs and stuff. Then there are my eyes which are a rich, chocolaty color. Girls seemed to like them in the past, they say that my eyes a cloudy and mysterious which is a load of shit. They are just eyes for goodness' sake. The eyebrows above it are straighter than an arrow. Then my nose is, I guess average? Well, average in the way of it being not too big nor too small. But the bridge of my nose is twisted a bit because of the times it's been broken. My face is thin and my cheekbones are quite prominent because even though I'm in District 1 I'm probably one of the poorest in the district.
I remember my first fight quite vividly. It was over the fact I can't read or write and my name when I was 6. They said I was so stupid I couldn't write my own name right. Which is wrong. I can write that, but my name is just different. With names like Jem and Dymand (seriously really stupid names), I'm surprised they make fun of my name. It really is Artur, NOT Arthur. He kept saying stuff like he'd be happy to see me getting blown up in the Hunger Games because I was too stupid to read the numbers at the Cornucopia. So of course, right in the middle of the yard, I kicked him in the shins. He tried biting me and scratching me but tears were already rolling down his face. I definitely made a bruise. Can't people see that I win the fights every-time? If they don't want a kicking or a punching it is obvious that they could just not piss me off. Is it really that hard?
I was never a good reader, even before I was skiving off school. All the serifs were in the wrong place and every time I looked at the alphabet on the board it changed every single time. Sometimes they all seem joined together and sometimes they are mixed one into the other, but every time it's just really hard to read it so I get muddled up writing the words as well. I don't really care though; that's why I don't go to school. How could anyone expect me to do Physics if I can't even read numbers or letters? The only thing I do well is Career training and that's not even at school. My parents don't care if I skive either because Dad's an alcoholic and Mother is long gone. I don't like my Dad at all. He just shouts at me all the time. Or hits me if he loses at the betting in the Games. Once he made my nosebleed but I just punched him back.
So I'm in the bathroom at the sink and I look at the mirror. I see a a brown mess on top of my head. It's wild because I really couldn't care less about my hair unless I'm with an important person or a special event. Then I would have to come it back with hair gel and combs and stuff. Then there are my eyes which are a rich, chocolaty color. Girls seemed to like them in the past, they say that my eyes a cloudy and mysterious which is a load of shit. They are just eyes for goodness' sake. The eyebrows above it are straighter than an arrow. Then my nose is, I guess average? Well, average in the way of it being not too big nor too small. But the bridge of my nose is twisted a bit because of the times it's been broken. My face is thin and my cheekbones are quite prominent because even though I'm in District 1 I'm probably one of the poorest in the district.
I remember my first fight quite vividly. It was over the fact I can't read or write and my name when I was 6. They said I was so stupid I couldn't write my own name right. Which is wrong. I can write that, but my name is just different. With names like Jem and Dymand (seriously really stupid names), I'm surprised they make fun of my name. It really is Artur, NOT Arthur. He kept saying stuff like he'd be happy to see me getting blown up in the Hunger Games because I was too stupid to read the numbers at the Cornucopia. So of course, right in the middle of the yard, I kicked him in the shins. He tried biting me and scratching me but tears were already rolling down his face. I definitely made a bruise. Can't people see that I win the fights every-time? If they don't want a kicking or a punching it is obvious that they could just not piss me off. Is it really that hard?
I was never a good reader, even before I was skiving off school. All the serifs were in the wrong place and every time I looked at the alphabet on the board it changed every single time. Sometimes they all seem joined together and sometimes they are mixed one into the other, but every time it's just really hard to read it so I get muddled up writing the words as well. I don't really care though; that's why I don't go to school. How could anyone expect me to do Physics if I can't even read numbers or letters? The only thing I do well is Career training and that's not even at school. My parents don't care if I skive either because Dad's an alcoholic and Mother is long gone. I don't like my Dad at all. He just shouts at me all the time. Or hits me if he loses at the betting in the Games. Once he made my nosebleed but I just punched him back.
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thanks anzie for this^
