[Ready] Finn Ayer, District Two
Oct 21, 2014 18:15:32 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Oct 21, 2014 18:15:32 GMT -5
 | F I N N ɸ A Y E R Name: Finn Ayer (Pron. Fin - Air)Age: 18 Gender: Male District/Area: District 2 Codeword: Odair -- Personality -- I wonder what it would be like for somebody who had never seen the Games, or somebody who had never seen a public execution. It must be bliss. But to look upon our society with such a mindset could ruin a person, I'm sure of it. We live and breath underneath a red sky each night; not really, but blood is spilled on the account that we District-dwellers do wrong. Personally, I'm not the type to intrigue myself with any of that, at least not yet. I don't know what I want. My family is quite subtle. Subtle is the word I use only because we make little difference to the district around us. The mines can live without our work, and the District Square isn't any fuller with our presence. Like ghosts, we just remain. It is this way because we want it to be. I like being under the radar. Not rogues, but ethereal beings clinging onto what money we have. I wonder what it would be like for somebody who had never met me before, or somebody who had only seen me in passing. It must be awkward. I'm not the most talkative of people. I end up doing all of my thinking and calculation of social interaction away from others; in my room maybe, or perhaps just on a late walk right before curfew. I am quite an isolationist. I like to be alone, it's the only time I know that I don't have to deal with anybody else but myself, and nobody else has to deal with me; just themselves. It's not that I may be lacking in confidence that bothers me, it's that I am never given the chance to be who I want to be. But that's just it, I'm not being who I'd like to be. I sometimes forget that to be yourself, you have to be in a place you like. And like I mention all the time; somebody who had never seen this society before, perhaps coming from somewhere more desirable, would be scared for their life. The fact that I am still standing is no coincidence. I am obedient to the authorities. There are others who maybe aren't, but I can't see myself doing anything remotely criminal. Maybe that is my downfall. Maybe I am blind to the world around me. The fact that I question myself so eagerly does prove that. -- Appearance -- I like smartness. Following me neatly in the form of a little more ironing here, or that extra shine on a shoe, I like to know that I at least look some form of decent. But here, in this place, appearance is not what matters. If it did, I would likely not care more than I do now. It isn't my main priority. My skin is light while my hair is a dark blonde, nearing on the edge of a light brown. My eyes are quite a deep blue, which is good because personally I would have liked them more to be brown. Brown and green are both my favourite colours. I know the diversity that it gives me to have that preference, but they are natural colours; and I love nature. People often describe my face as being quite well structured. At school people would often poke fun at how prominent my jawline was even from a young age. It's quite a silly thing to point out, but now that they have, it is always the first thing I think about when asked to describe my own face. As for my hair, it is generally quite messy looking. I don't mean to go for the typical romantic story 'bed-head' hair, but I get it regardless no matter what I seem to do with it. -- History -- My past is nothing to nudge at. It is plain and bland. It is like looking down a road, but the white lines are missing that keep the cars from going where they want. In fact, it is the opposite. There's too many lines, all of them blocking my way out; that's the Capitol for you. Everybody knows about them, though - there's no need reiterating the droning of their miserable existence. My father didn't like the Capitol either, but still he decided it was a good idea to keep working for them. We have no choice, that's my point here. When I was born, my parents had no choice but to give up their reluctance to follow the Capitol and submit. That's the real Hunger Games, Hunger for freedom that is then blocking by hope for a future, a family. If someone was to be dramatic about it, you could say I was the reason they didn't continue striving for freedom. I see it differently. I am an optimist, but the truth is that I helped them be confined, and being confined and abiding by the rules is the only way to ensure your own safety, I think. I wouldn't know, however. I am eighteen. To some - well, most - that's an adult age. I beg to differ. Despite being old enough for work, I'm still not safe from the child-reaping Hunger Games. My parents were of course forced to make me watch by the authorities, like practically every child. You couldn't go through school without seeing at least 23 deaths and one bloodied, glorified victor that had a 1 in 12 chance of being from our district. I'm no career, I couldn't hurt a fly. I've never had to defend anybody, so I've obviously never had to fight. My mother is called Nicole whilst my father is Robbie. I'm not sure where the name 'Finn' came from. Some people say it is for the actual fins on some water creature in District Four. I don't believe them, I just think it's a name. I don't like to think too deeply into things like that. As I was growing up, I'd get 'Finny', and I have a few childhood friends that refuse to let go of that. Now, I'm just Finn Ayer from District Two. I'm that 'young man' with a whole load of responsibility now. I don't see it. All I have to do is work at the shop every weekday and clean up on a sunday night. Each day I'll come home with food, and a bit of money to get through a few weeks ahead - since we have plenty. I don't know what my future has in store for me, but all I know is that despite how I may feel, I will most definitely end up somewhere that isn't in sight right now. I could never predict, I can barely remember the time when I look at my watch and quickly glance away, but I would guess that it will be different, far far different from where I am now. Somewhere scary, perhaps. Or maybe, I'll just be nobody Finn all my life. Who knows? |
