Toyota Soul (D3 D-O-N-E )
Sept 4, 2014 6:30:19 GMT -5
Post by pup on Sept 4, 2014 6:30:19 GMT -5
Name: Toyota Soul
District: D3
Age: 14
Gender: Female
ODd AIR
Poem: "Everybody Has A Song" -By Puppy
Toyota Soul
Everybody has a song
The song of their life
Please let this song be long
Please let this song be sang
District: D3
Age: 14
Gender: Female
ODd AIR
Poem: "Everybody Has A Song" -By Puppy
Toyota Soul
Everybody has a song
The song of their life
Please let this song be long
Please let this song be sang
Long brown curly hair fall down across a small back reaching to the middle of a small stomach of a small girl named Toyota. Standing short for a girl her age everything seems big on her. Her nose her eyes her face her head her ears her hair. It all seems as if she is wearing mittens all over her body that are to big for her. Her hands are large and big like the rest of her features, but they are not clumsy as they would appear. The fingers are the most graceful part of her. They can weave into an engine elegantly and untangle wires or put a metal bolt back in place.
Her eyes are a soft brown, like a soft milk chocolate, kind and forgiving. The kind of eyes that people like to sink into. Her eyes are often dancing with enthusiasm at everything and the fireworks in her eyes rarely is put out.
She crouches down by the engine mentioned earlier working on fixing it. She reached into her toolbox and pulled out a very sophisticated looking tool and started working on the engine. As the daughter of the owner of a large transportation company she had to know how to work on cars.
After fixing the engine and testing it worked she stood up and looked around for her older sister. She loved her sister and followed her everywhere. Often trying to stay as near her as possible, her small form following her.
This girl is small and often teased at school for her large features and small body, but nothing puts her engine out (Toyota thinks of the heart as an engine, powering everything in the body. And that the brain is the wheel used to steer the body). She is creative and intelligent, often helping her father come up with advancing the vehicles her creates in his large factory. Liking to do the work she gets set with even if it is hard or working with dirty engines.
Despite being creative and intelligent Toyota is very gullible. That is part of the reason why she wants her older sister to win the competition their older father set between the older siblings to see who would inherit the company. Toyota's sister had convinced her that she was amazing and wonderful. And Toyota believes this with her whole heart. She loves her older sister so much she would walk off the earth for her.
Toyota is always happy. No one can remove the permanent oil from her engine. She has never been depressed or sad in her life despite being in district three.
Toyota is also really curious. She has grown up asking questions and always been answered them. Toyota has a never ending stream of questions coming from her mouth because she has to know everything. She thinks she needs to know everything to be complete.
Toyota's favorite thing next to reading and gaining knowledge and helping her father, is to listen to music. There is so little beautiful things in district three and Toyota thinks she should enjoy everything beautiful there is in there and music is one of the few things beautiful in this polluted district.
"Are my real mommy and daddy alive?"
"We can't tell you sorry."
That was the question and answer Toyota had grown up with in the orphanage. She had always wanted to know who her real parents were. Toyota never knew but they were actually poor workers in a factory and gave her up to the orphanage when she was 3 years old hoping someone wealthier would adopt her and give her a better life than the one they could give. She hated that she didn't know who her parents were. She wanted and needed to know. That is why she asked every single day. She needed to know.
Toyota had grown up in the orphanage enough years always asking that question. Knowing they wouldn't answer though, but she wouldn't give up. She couldn't. She had to find out who her parents were. Despite that she had never given up hope. When she was around eight years old she was adopted by the rich owner of a company that made transportation and she met her new older brothers and sisters. They were all orphans too.
Her new father had really only adopted her though just in case the first generation of adopted kids weren't good enough to run his business.
Right when Toyota got home from the orphanage her father started teaching her everything about motors and how they work. Toyota loved it so much and spent so much time practicing but eh age of ten she could properly fix a moter, or even halfway build one.
Despite just meeting them Toyota instantly loved her older sister and clung on to her in hard times or on the rare occasions she was sad or wondered why her real parents would have ever given her up.
Toyota then grew up going to a private school and living by getting everything she wants because her father is so rich. Unlike most people in her district she always had more than enough to eat and never had any other problems which involved money. She wasn't aloud to go play with the other children though as she grew up because her father said she should concentrate on working because she may get the business sometimes if her older siblings didn't.
Her eyes are a soft brown, like a soft milk chocolate, kind and forgiving. The kind of eyes that people like to sink into. Her eyes are often dancing with enthusiasm at everything and the fireworks in her eyes rarely is put out.
She crouches down by the engine mentioned earlier working on fixing it. She reached into her toolbox and pulled out a very sophisticated looking tool and started working on the engine. As the daughter of the owner of a large transportation company she had to know how to work on cars.
After fixing the engine and testing it worked she stood up and looked around for her older sister. She loved her sister and followed her everywhere. Often trying to stay as near her as possible, her small form following her.
This song is a joyful One
Filled with happiness and joy
Please keep it going
Please let someone sing it
Filled with happiness and joy
Please keep it going
Please let someone sing it
This girl is small and often teased at school for her large features and small body, but nothing puts her engine out (Toyota thinks of the heart as an engine, powering everything in the body. And that the brain is the wheel used to steer the body). She is creative and intelligent, often helping her father come up with advancing the vehicles her creates in his large factory. Liking to do the work she gets set with even if it is hard or working with dirty engines.
Despite being creative and intelligent Toyota is very gullible. That is part of the reason why she wants her older sister to win the competition their older father set between the older siblings to see who would inherit the company. Toyota's sister had convinced her that she was amazing and wonderful. And Toyota believes this with her whole heart. She loves her older sister so much she would walk off the earth for her.
Toyota is always happy. No one can remove the permanent oil from her engine. She has never been depressed or sad in her life despite being in district three.
Toyota is also really curious. She has grown up asking questions and always been answered them. Toyota has a never ending stream of questions coming from her mouth because she has to know everything. She thinks she needs to know everything to be complete.
Toyota's favorite thing next to reading and gaining knowledge and helping her father, is to listen to music. There is so little beautiful things in district three and Toyota thinks she should enjoy everything beautiful there is in there and music is one of the few things beautiful in this polluted district.
No cause to end
No cause to die
No sorrow in your world
No problems don't lie
No cause to die
No sorrow in your world
No problems don't lie
"Are my real mommy and daddy alive?"
"We can't tell you sorry."
That was the question and answer Toyota had grown up with in the orphanage. She had always wanted to know who her real parents were. Toyota never knew but they were actually poor workers in a factory and gave her up to the orphanage when she was 3 years old hoping someone wealthier would adopt her and give her a better life than the one they could give. She hated that she didn't know who her parents were. She wanted and needed to know. That is why she asked every single day. She needed to know.
Toyota had grown up in the orphanage enough years always asking that question. Knowing they wouldn't answer though, but she wouldn't give up. She couldn't. She had to find out who her parents were. Despite that she had never given up hope. When she was around eight years old she was adopted by the rich owner of a company that made transportation and she met her new older brothers and sisters. They were all orphans too.
Her new father had really only adopted her though just in case the first generation of adopted kids weren't good enough to run his business.
Right when Toyota got home from the orphanage her father started teaching her everything about motors and how they work. Toyota loved it so much and spent so much time practicing but eh age of ten she could properly fix a moter, or even halfway build one.
Despite just meeting them Toyota instantly loved her older sister and clung on to her in hard times or on the rare occasions she was sad or wondered why her real parents would have ever given her up.
Toyota then grew up going to a private school and living by getting everything she wants because her father is so rich. Unlike most people in her district she always had more than enough to eat and never had any other problems which involved money. She wasn't aloud to go play with the other children though as she grew up because her father said she should concentrate on working because she may get the business sometimes if her older siblings didn't.
I can hear the cellos stop
And the brass go quite
Please don't let this be the end.
Please don't let this song end.
And the brass go quite
Please don't let this be the end.
Please don't let this song end.