ilena whitney // district one (FIN.)
May 28, 2015 11:13:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 11:13:57 GMT -5
ilena whitney
Swords, daggers, tritons, bows and arrows, spears... They all meant nothing to Ilena Sirena Whitney.
Ilena never held interest of being a Career as a child, nor does she now as a seventeen year old girl living in one of the "Career Capitals". Training was all too rough for her frail, skinny body, rough enough to cause deep cuts and bloody bruises all over that pale skin. Such a figure was a disappointment to Father and Mother who wanted two talented children, not one successful son and a failure of a daughter. Did she honestly care? No, not really. Ilena preferred being a tiny doll sheltered within the lies of the Capitol. It was much more easier than to risk your whole life to a malicious game with a four percent chance of winning.
It was because of that four percent that she always wondered why her friends saw the Hunger Games as an honor.
She hid under the shadows of her older brother Fidelis for the majority of her life, starting from the day when training began to "really matter". But since when did anything "really matter"? Everyone was born to die; Ilena found herself not caring anymore after Mother and Father started to complain how she'd never be a real winner.
A real winner, huh? At least I've figured out this twisted reality.
Fidelis was everything Ilena was not: ambitious (she was lazy and foolish), ruthless (a tiger while his meek little sister was a mere kitten), and bloodthirsty (Ilena was more proper than that scum of the Earth). She felt that she was always compared to Fidelis in the minds of everyone, but who was stupid enough to compare complete opposites? Fidelis was strong, masked, and trained. Ilena was... not. She was an open book with sensitive feelings, a barely trained "Career" with no chance of surviving even the most tamed wildernesses.
At least, that was what everyone outside of the deceiving girl thought.
Ilena was cruel. Unforgiving. Heartless. Secretly, she was everything her parents wanted her to be. It wasn't because of any type of training she received, no, it was adaptation. Natural selection. Whatever it was, it happened to Ilena Whitney and no one else bothered to catch up with her yet. She learned from the shadows, from the darkness, and most especially from the open minds of the people.
And of course, twisted realities are my favorite types of realities.
...Who's the winner now?
seventeen years
fc: vlada roslyakova
Small. Sickly. Ilena was not stupid; she knew what others described her as.
Weak. She was weak in appearance and nothing more. Her small mouth and big blue eyes made her look like one of those porcelain dolls that every girl adored, blonde hair sitting on her head like a golden halo. Sometimes she looked as if she lacked hours of sleep, with bags under her eyes and some bones protruding out of her thin skin. Ilena was a living skeleton those days, and it took time to go back to a regular, healthy teenager. Her physical demeanor was frail and skinny, sometimes decorated with bruises that seemed to come out of nowhere. Before she stopped training so roughly, Ilena looked as if she was being beaten everyday; she hated the fact that she appeared that way.
Ilena Whitney was a strong girl. Not some broken porcelain doll who should be stuffed in the attic along with its dresses and bonnets.
Her overall bearing was unassuming, and she chose to dress that way as well. Ilena always looked as if she was trying to imitate the Capitol; she didn't mind when someone had told her this, supposedly proud of the way she coiffed her hair every morning and the way her makeup complimented her eyes. Dresses, ribbons, floral patterns... Whatever made her look innocent was fine with Ilena, as it hid the real her every day.
district one
Ilena was a monster.
No, not the monster who lived off of the screams of impressionable children. She was the monster who lived for the triumph of power and unjustified vengeance. The demon behind all that behavior was hidden deep within her while whispering in her ear; everyone only saw the fake Ilena, the foolish Ilena, the naive Ilena. They only saw the Ilena who was an utter ditz, the Ilena who would wave them "bye-bye!" on their death beds.
There was no true reason that Ilena masked her true personality other than wanting to have control over others. As a young girl with a high capacity of logic, she figured that if she revealed her poisonous attitude to her peers, they'd flee away from her.
Thus, she acted like a sensitive girl with easily hurt feelings, even though the real Ilena was hardly affected by any jeering. The outer Ilena was a sweet, peppy lady, always giggling and bright. She was gullible at times and was a sucker for gossip and dramatic romances. All in all, Ilena was a stereotypical teenage girl with a secret.
The real Ilena didn't care for romance or rumors; only the upperhand. She was deadly in a Machiavellian way, deceiving others as she played a sunny girl with no intentions other than avoiding harsh training. Adaptable and cunning, this Ilena was still similar to her fake identity. Still gullible and foolish... Ilena made up for this with astonishing intelligence that would never fit the chirpy reputation that she created for herself.
Swords, daggers, tritons, bows and arrows, spears... They all meant nothing to Ilena Sirena Whitney.
Ilena never held interest of being a Career as a child, nor does she now as a seventeen year old girl living in one of the "Career Capitals". Training was all too rough for her frail, skinny body, rough enough to cause deep cuts and bloody bruises all over that pale skin. Such a figure was a disappointment to Father and Mother who wanted two talented children, not one successful son and a failure of a daughter. Did she honestly care? No, not really. Ilena preferred being a tiny doll sheltered within the lies of the Capitol. It was much more easier than to risk your whole life to a malicious game with a four percent chance of winning.
It was because of that four percent that she always wondered why her friends saw the Hunger Games as an honor.
She hid under the shadows of her older brother Fidelis for the majority of her life, starting from the day when training began to "really matter". But since when did anything "really matter"? Everyone was born to die; Ilena found herself not caring anymore after Mother and Father started to complain how she'd never be a real winner.
A real winner, huh? At least I've figured out this twisted reality.
Fidelis was everything Ilena was not: ambitious (she was lazy and foolish), ruthless (a tiger while his meek little sister was a mere kitten), and bloodthirsty (Ilena was more proper than that scum of the Earth). She felt that she was always compared to Fidelis in the minds of everyone, but who was stupid enough to compare complete opposites? Fidelis was strong, masked, and trained. Ilena was... not. She was an open book with sensitive feelings, a barely trained "Career" with no chance of surviving even the most tamed wildernesses.
At least, that was what everyone outside of the deceiving girl thought.
Ilena was cruel. Unforgiving. Heartless. Secretly, she was everything her parents wanted her to be. It wasn't because of any type of training she received, no, it was adaptation. Natural selection. Whatever it was, it happened to Ilena Whitney and no one else bothered to catch up with her yet. She learned from the shadows, from the darkness, and most especially from the open minds of the people.
And of course, twisted realities are my favorite types of realities.
...Who's the winner now?
seventeen years
fc: vlada roslyakova
Small. Sickly. Ilena was not stupid; she knew what others described her as.
Weak. She was weak in appearance and nothing more. Her small mouth and big blue eyes made her look like one of those porcelain dolls that every girl adored, blonde hair sitting on her head like a golden halo. Sometimes she looked as if she lacked hours of sleep, with bags under her eyes and some bones protruding out of her thin skin. Ilena was a living skeleton those days, and it took time to go back to a regular, healthy teenager. Her physical demeanor was frail and skinny, sometimes decorated with bruises that seemed to come out of nowhere. Before she stopped training so roughly, Ilena looked as if she was being beaten everyday; she hated the fact that she appeared that way.
Ilena Whitney was a strong girl. Not some broken porcelain doll who should be stuffed in the attic along with its dresses and bonnets.
Her overall bearing was unassuming, and she chose to dress that way as well. Ilena always looked as if she was trying to imitate the Capitol; she didn't mind when someone had told her this, supposedly proud of the way she coiffed her hair every morning and the way her makeup complimented her eyes. Dresses, ribbons, floral patterns... Whatever made her look innocent was fine with Ilena, as it hid the real her every day.
district one
Ilena was a monster.
No, not the monster who lived off of the screams of impressionable children. She was the monster who lived for the triumph of power and unjustified vengeance. The demon behind all that behavior was hidden deep within her while whispering in her ear; everyone only saw the fake Ilena, the foolish Ilena, the naive Ilena. They only saw the Ilena who was an utter ditz, the Ilena who would wave them "bye-bye!" on their death beds.
There was no true reason that Ilena masked her true personality other than wanting to have control over others. As a young girl with a high capacity of logic, she figured that if she revealed her poisonous attitude to her peers, they'd flee away from her.
Thus, she acted like a sensitive girl with easily hurt feelings, even though the real Ilena was hardly affected by any jeering. The outer Ilena was a sweet, peppy lady, always giggling and bright. She was gullible at times and was a sucker for gossip and dramatic romances. All in all, Ilena was a stereotypical teenage girl with a secret.
The real Ilena didn't care for romance or rumors; only the upperhand. She was deadly in a Machiavellian way, deceiving others as she played a sunny girl with no intentions other than avoiding harsh training. Adaptable and cunning, this Ilena was still similar to her fake identity. Still gullible and foolish... Ilena made up for this with astonishing intelligence that would never fit the chirpy reputation that she created for herself.
odair
