Panem Post (97th Games ed.)

98th Hunger Games:
The arena locations and descriptions are out now! Check it out here!
The Gamemakers have been announced! See who'll be running the games here!

Your Newest Victor
Congratulations to Panem's 97th Hunger Games Victor: Seraphina Keoch of District Six - authored by Cait!

97th MVP
Give it up for Pogue, our 97th Games OOC MVP!

Retro Games: 10th Quell
Congratulations to Kasia Karataeva from District 3, played by Jorg, who outran the other tributes to escape the Capitol Sewers and secure her victory!

D6 Staff Strike
Sign up your characters to be involved in the District Six hospital staff strike. It's inevitable that any form of protest in Panem will surely spiral out of control. Which side of the picket line are you on?

D9 Bake-Off
Want to get on TV but don't feel like killing kids in order to do so? Audition for the District Nine Bake-Off!

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ghosty Mentor 2,134 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Dec 5, 2022 12:52:02 GMT -5	lyle bern :: district three :: wip May 16, 2015 14:15:53 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ghosty on May 16, 2015 14:15:53 GMT -5 L Y L E B E R N T H R E E T W E N T Y T H R E E M A L E O D A I R

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lyle bern :: district three :: wip May 16, 2015 16:56:10 GMT -5

Post by ghosty on May 16, 2015 16:56:10 GMT -5

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.Lyle .. Bern.

When I was young, everything was easy. I could've been anything I wanted, for I was talented in school, and a pompous upbringing for the pressure to succeed. The perfect combination for someone with a long and successful career. But in turn, long arduous hours in front of a book is never good for social skills, and I was always the one alone, studying while everyone else was out having fun. And that was fine at that time. It only was, because it was all I ever knew. If I knew any different, I would never have done it. Many painful hours of piss take was my day, the bullies jeering and pointing at the geek who knew all, but knew nothing of real life, the important stuff that you need to know to survive. Like how to read the streets, how to live on them. And since those moments of the realization of knowledge, that education wasn't the alls and end well of life, I became fascinated by the intricate patterns that was human life, a species more devoloped than any before. And I felt like the most devoloped human ever, noticing the quirks and ticks of each and every part, a cell within an entire organism. And everyone was a part of it, except me. I was still apart from it, like the people were an ocean, and I an island located within. Just something that is there, but not an actual part of it. It made me feel apart from them, from everyone. So, at the age of 16, I packed enough to survive and left. Left home, all the comfort of everything I knew. I left to become a person of the streets, a part of it, the a supporting strut to the story of everything. My parents were always beyond caring anyway. It was that their only son going against their own ideals, and wanting to become a homeless mess just lying around like a slob. It was the endless pump of drugs that went through their system, making them forget that I even existed. They never missed me going. And they probably noticed after I'd been gone for a week. I don't care what happened to them after I left. They are the scum who took, and never gave back. Against the poor, no matter what they did to help the,. If I had a choice now, I would' so strung them up many many moons ago. I hate them now. They never cared for shit other than themselves. I honestly wish that I was never born to them. I don't want anything to do with their name, unless it's in a paper in the recently died column.

Last Edit: May 17, 2015 17:03:55 GMT -5 by ghosty