Rayne Sylic // District Seven // Finished
Nov 27, 2015 16:36:53 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Nov 27, 2015 16:36:53 GMT -5
Rayne Sylic
District Seven
Seventeen years old
Female
District Seven
Seventeen years old
Female
In the beginning life was a fountain flowing with goldest of ambers for me to drink from. Expenses were a problem I didn't even care to deal with. Compared to the Capitol or the upper districts our wealth was minuscule but to District Seven we were quite close to the top. For my family money truly did grow on every single evergreen tree that filled District Seven. How my father gained such the prestigious honor of running one of the District's largest lumber mills I can only presume is his devote was to the Capitol. Never once has there been a single tremor of disloyalty from anyone in the family's lips. The Capitol and President Snow alike were gods upon the highest peaks that we could only find within the serenity of our sleep. The whole purpose of the Hunger Games was just to remind those of the goals and golds they were striving for, seventy three deaths surely seemed applicable to a wealth in the highest light of the fairest nation. However not every lie woven fantasy can last forever, not even the one in those who receive the most prominent of care and comforting.
In my early upbringing I was taught the ways of how the finer people live their lives. Extravagance was an understatement for the sheer excessive amount of things our homes contained. From paintings to finely carved oak furniture everything others could only tell stories about were constantly at my grasp. It was within this pampered world I became known as the little princess. In fact, no one dared to defy one of my requests in fear of the repercussions my Father would wrought against them. It was due to this I went from a freshly flowered rose of beautiful red brilliance to a thorned rose the color of the evening sky. From purity darkness spurred in my blood with the constant thirst for anything or anyone I wanted. Life and love became games for me to play, and games I played far too well for my parents' or frankly any of the higher ups preference. Too bad though, they should have learned that if you nurture a storm the rayne-fall is even harsher.
Lust became my burning passion as it practically oozed out of my well trimmed body. It shimmers like the glinting rays of dawn off of my breath taking blonde hair. It intensifies the world like firecrackers within the hallows of crisp blue eyes. It highlights every inch of my fabulous figure eight body that I spend hours every day just to maintain, not only for viewers but for myself as well. It even makes my five foot seven stature vanish and turn into nothing more than a burning light of pure sensation. This lustful craving sends shrills and screams down my spine continuously fueling my desire, my need, my want. Once I find a victim of well carved taste I don't hesitate to hunt them down with a hunger for their love, a hunger for everything they can offer me.
Sadly the devil knows no end to the constant desire for more and so even darker intentions bloom from within this seed of cravings. Out of this vile depths the ridiculed wickedness of the impulse to deceive erupted like lava from a long brewing volcano. As my life is filled with the anything a person could want I have little choice in finding new ways to send shocks through my nerves. From the countless affairs I had within the gleam of twilight and beneath the gaze of the moon I found the hunger to trick. Although my lust is a fatal affliction I could not deny I find enjoy tormenting those whose spines break to follow my gleam. For those that fall to easily into my cascading effect I let my torturous methods reek havoc to their souls. My naughty tricks sending signals of confusion and of their own lust only add to the adrenaline I feel in capturing their minds. Such a shame I only do every reward very few of these unfortunate souls.
Yet despite many beliefs filled in the whispers that circulate about me I do have a heart beating in the confines of my chest, the only problem is its most likely black and rotting. To anyone who ever asks I will answer their question all the same and I fill never regret or falter. I am not a nice girl, honestly, I am a very, very bad girl. What can I say, the pure rush that sends spindles of exhilaration through my skin like needles drives to sip the the devil's gauntlet. However, I will admit that much of my fall from the simple songs of heaven were caused by my over indulgent in the world of the twisted. If there is every a single person who would dare to have the nerve to profess they would give up their wealth are filled with the taint of dishonesty. Even now I would never release the money my family owns, to me this life is all I ever intend to know... or well I did.
You see, about six months ago I noticed tensions begin to rupture within the normally collective cove that was my family's estate. In the dead of night the sound of scurrying feet mixed with the whispers of inaudible phrases that only led me to confusion. Even in the brink of day anger and frustration seemed to be clearly strung within the wrinkles of my parents' faces. However, the oddest thing was something I discovered late into the wee hours of the morning, just before the light of dawn transpired through the windows. Unexplained blueprints and obviously foreign recipes for Ripred knows what littered my Father's office like vermin. For once terror actually penetrated the steel barricade of my mind, I actually felt the anxiety of not being able to foresee the outcome of things shifting in the shadows of doubt. Then my world was finally thrown to the ground in shattering sounds of gunfire.
Just a single day ago I found my body crushed in the pain of stolen life as the shouts of death came with raven's roar for blood. Early in the day my own parents along with all the others of my father's head faculty vanished. It was only mere moments after their disappearance did we hear the sound of bullets tearing through the air. Panic pursed through my body as I sprinted alongside the other five children until we saw the show flashing through the trees. Blood ran like rivers as the flurries of white Peace Keepers surrounded our parents before gunning them down. As their bodies feel lifelessly to the ground I finally found tears anchoring to the skin of my cheeks. Make-shift explosives spilled from our fallen parent's bags until finally all of them had fallen to leaf riddled floor. It took us all by surprise, the bloodshed and the betrayal it ripped our hearts into unfixable threads. Just listening to the head peacekeeper explaining how our parents were rebels felt wrong. All our lives we were raised in the light of the Capitol but all the time our parents had been serpents hating the venom of President Snow. It would seem though that their plans were sent drifting to the ears of the peace keepers themselves and hence the failure of their plot.
Thankfully myself and the others have just been cleared by the Capitol as non-threats, yet now we find ourselves mixed in with the filth of the lower life. Hell we even just got placed in a new Foster home, one which really has quite the bunch of disgusting swines mongering in it. Just early today I remember walking into the main living room with my group and practically being hissed at by them. However I believe I handled their, hate to say it, attractive leader pretty well when she declared for us to not get far too comfortable. I simply placed my closed fist atop her resting hand and in an oh so caring voice I muttered the phrase, "Oh believe me we don't plan on it, no matter how much you want me to." So as you can surely tell my life along with the other misplaced rulers has pretty much hit rock bottom. At this point all I can do is what I do best, get back what I want.
In my early upbringing I was taught the ways of how the finer people live their lives. Extravagance was an understatement for the sheer excessive amount of things our homes contained. From paintings to finely carved oak furniture everything others could only tell stories about were constantly at my grasp. It was within this pampered world I became known as the little princess. In fact, no one dared to defy one of my requests in fear of the repercussions my Father would wrought against them. It was due to this I went from a freshly flowered rose of beautiful red brilliance to a thorned rose the color of the evening sky. From purity darkness spurred in my blood with the constant thirst for anything or anyone I wanted. Life and love became games for me to play, and games I played far too well for my parents' or frankly any of the higher ups preference. Too bad though, they should have learned that if you nurture a storm the rayne-fall is even harsher.
Lust became my burning passion as it practically oozed out of my well trimmed body. It shimmers like the glinting rays of dawn off of my breath taking blonde hair. It intensifies the world like firecrackers within the hallows of crisp blue eyes. It highlights every inch of my fabulous figure eight body that I spend hours every day just to maintain, not only for viewers but for myself as well. It even makes my five foot seven stature vanish and turn into nothing more than a burning light of pure sensation. This lustful craving sends shrills and screams down my spine continuously fueling my desire, my need, my want. Once I find a victim of well carved taste I don't hesitate to hunt them down with a hunger for their love, a hunger for everything they can offer me.
Sadly the devil knows no end to the constant desire for more and so even darker intentions bloom from within this seed of cravings. Out of this vile depths the ridiculed wickedness of the impulse to deceive erupted like lava from a long brewing volcano. As my life is filled with the anything a person could want I have little choice in finding new ways to send shocks through my nerves. From the countless affairs I had within the gleam of twilight and beneath the gaze of the moon I found the hunger to trick. Although my lust is a fatal affliction I could not deny I find enjoy tormenting those whose spines break to follow my gleam. For those that fall to easily into my cascading effect I let my torturous methods reek havoc to their souls. My naughty tricks sending signals of confusion and of their own lust only add to the adrenaline I feel in capturing their minds. Such a shame I only do every reward very few of these unfortunate souls.
Yet despite many beliefs filled in the whispers that circulate about me I do have a heart beating in the confines of my chest, the only problem is its most likely black and rotting. To anyone who ever asks I will answer their question all the same and I fill never regret or falter. I am not a nice girl, honestly, I am a very, very bad girl. What can I say, the pure rush that sends spindles of exhilaration through my skin like needles drives to sip the the devil's gauntlet. However, I will admit that much of my fall from the simple songs of heaven were caused by my over indulgent in the world of the twisted. If there is every a single person who would dare to have the nerve to profess they would give up their wealth are filled with the taint of dishonesty. Even now I would never release the money my family owns, to me this life is all I ever intend to know... or well I did.
You see, about six months ago I noticed tensions begin to rupture within the normally collective cove that was my family's estate. In the dead of night the sound of scurrying feet mixed with the whispers of inaudible phrases that only led me to confusion. Even in the brink of day anger and frustration seemed to be clearly strung within the wrinkles of my parents' faces. However, the oddest thing was something I discovered late into the wee hours of the morning, just before the light of dawn transpired through the windows. Unexplained blueprints and obviously foreign recipes for Ripred knows what littered my Father's office like vermin. For once terror actually penetrated the steel barricade of my mind, I actually felt the anxiety of not being able to foresee the outcome of things shifting in the shadows of doubt. Then my world was finally thrown to the ground in shattering sounds of gunfire.
Just a single day ago I found my body crushed in the pain of stolen life as the shouts of death came with raven's roar for blood. Early in the day my own parents along with all the others of my father's head faculty vanished. It was only mere moments after their disappearance did we hear the sound of bullets tearing through the air. Panic pursed through my body as I sprinted alongside the other five children until we saw the show flashing through the trees. Blood ran like rivers as the flurries of white Peace Keepers surrounded our parents before gunning them down. As their bodies feel lifelessly to the ground I finally found tears anchoring to the skin of my cheeks. Make-shift explosives spilled from our fallen parent's bags until finally all of them had fallen to leaf riddled floor. It took us all by surprise, the bloodshed and the betrayal it ripped our hearts into unfixable threads. Just listening to the head peacekeeper explaining how our parents were rebels felt wrong. All our lives we were raised in the light of the Capitol but all the time our parents had been serpents hating the venom of President Snow. It would seem though that their plans were sent drifting to the ears of the peace keepers themselves and hence the failure of their plot.
Thankfully myself and the others have just been cleared by the Capitol as non-threats, yet now we find ourselves mixed in with the filth of the lower life. Hell we even just got placed in a new Foster home, one which really has quite the bunch of disgusting swines mongering in it. Just early today I remember walking into the main living room with my group and practically being hissed at by them. However I believe I handled their, hate to say it, attractive leader pretty well when she declared for us to not get far too comfortable. I simply placed my closed fist atop her resting hand and in an oh so caring voice I muttered the phrase, "Oh believe me we don't plan on it, no matter how much you want me to." So as you can surely tell my life along with the other misplaced rulers has pretty much hit rock bottom. At this point all I can do is what I do best, get back what I want.
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