Neffie Wilde//D2//FIN
May 27, 2017 12:26:06 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on May 27, 2017 12:26:06 GMT -5
Name: Nefertiti Wilde
Age: 29
District/Area: district 2
Gender: female
She always hated the fact that her parents decided to give her that ridiculous name that sounded like a cat purring, a bird flapping its wings and a moth struggling in a spider's web. Because she hates both cats and birds and is afraid of spiders. The feelings are most likely mutual as every animal which has ever been foolish enough to cross her path ended up in a horrible situation. Take her grandmother's kitten, for example.
...Neffie was seven...
It was found under an armchair two days after her visit, in a state of deep shock, trembling and staring at the world with huge panicked eyes. If cats could cry, they would be filled with tears. The poor animal was shaved and painted blue. The colour was very dark, so it explained why the pet couldn't be found for such a long time. After that the grandma declared that she wanted her beloved granddaughter to apologize, but the lovely princess only shook her pretty head with light brown curls and said: "Serves him right, he sat on my new pair of gloves, at least there won't be any fur on them if he does anything like that again." There is no need to mention that the old lady has never been eager to see the child since. It didn't affect the princesse's fragile feelings, though, and she carried on with her life, like nothing at all had happened.
...And so the time passed...
She discovered an early interest in science, but only because the knowledge helped her understand how to trap insects.
...Neffie was eight...
She turned a lamp on when it was rather dark outside and opened the window. A few moths flew in and found themselves in a plastic bottle almost immediately. There were small holes in the improvised cage for them to breathe, but there was no escape. The princess would sit in front of the bottle for hours, watching the little things panick and struggle to free themselves. At about eight in the morning she let them go. Insects, with an exception of spiders and cockroaches, and humans were the only living things she didn't despise.
...The time went on and on...
She was always concerned about her appearance. It was hardly different from anyone else's. How would everybody know that she was the princess? It was not an easy thing to manage, especially with that name which sounded anything but royal.
...Neffie was nine...
She went to the bathroom, straightened her locks and dyed them black, just like her mother always did. When her parents came home, they discovered their child in the kitchen with her face covered in cream, chocolate and lipstick. The princess probably felt hungry after raiding her mother's bag to find what she needed and decided to get the cake from a cupboard in the corner, but fell, dragging the whole shelf of food down with her. Her parents only took her to the doctor to make sure their daughter didn't suffer any inguries and forgot about everything in a matter of hours, but their relatives who came over to their house that evening were throwing many reproachful looks at the child while gnawing on stale pieces of old mutton. Neffie enjoyed it. She was looked at. Her hair remained black and straight since that day.
...A few more years tiptoed through the big old cuckoo clock in Neffie's bedroom...
She liked the career training more than anything, because it allowed her to stand out. It could have made her even more noticeable if she got a chance to volunteer and bring glory to her district. However, that didn't come to pass.
*The walls in her room are almost impossible to find behind the posters with the faces of many different Hunger Games victors. There are phrases like "Plan more, never dream; Fly high, aim higher; Never the best among the best, always the best above the best" written on each of them under the victor's faces.*
...No, this time Neffie wasn't ten. She was eighteen...
This was the first time the princess realised that the crown wasn't going to her. It was after the last Reaping in her life and even though she had been draining herself in training, it wan't of any use to her anymore. She watched the tributes struggle for survival, watched them collapse on the ground one by one. This was the year when she realised that everything in her life and in the life of others will come and go. The only thing that may be able to resist time was, in her opinion, fame. It didn't fade as easily as people, ideas and opportunities did. She knew she wanted her name to be familiar to everyone in Panem. And she knew where to start. The years were running like seconds after that. She started working in a makeup salon and after learning the basics about running the place opened one of her own within a year (with a little help from her extremely rich and prosperous parents). When she was twenty two, she adopted a twelve year old girl, because the child was some distant relative of hers and her parents wouldn't stop talking about how poor and little the orphan is until she finally decided to take her. She doesn't really care about the girl though as long as she follows all Neffie's rules.
Much time has passed since then, but it didn't take the inhabitants of district two too long to remember the dazzling high figure with ideal curves and a stunning profile. The big, long nose was engraved into the memory of everyone who got a chance to meet her. The large grey eyes looking at everything with surprise and sarcasm altogether, the slightly furrowed eyebrows, the long and thin light pink lip line. And only those who knew her close (which doesn't include many people) would sometimes notice a narrow scar running from behind her ear and down the long neck - the only consequence of the Great Cupboard Fall. She is the best advertisement of her salon. The black-haired princess with her steel nerve and a graceful smile is thought dazzling and prosperous by everybody. Everybody but herself.
Age: 29
District/Area: district 2
Gender: female
She always hated the fact that her parents decided to give her that ridiculous name that sounded like a cat purring, a bird flapping its wings and a moth struggling in a spider's web. Because she hates both cats and birds and is afraid of spiders. The feelings are most likely mutual as every animal which has ever been foolish enough to cross her path ended up in a horrible situation. Take her grandmother's kitten, for example.
...Neffie was seven...
It was found under an armchair two days after her visit, in a state of deep shock, trembling and staring at the world with huge panicked eyes. If cats could cry, they would be filled with tears. The poor animal was shaved and painted blue. The colour was very dark, so it explained why the pet couldn't be found for such a long time. After that the grandma declared that she wanted her beloved granddaughter to apologize, but the lovely princess only shook her pretty head with light brown curls and said: "Serves him right, he sat on my new pair of gloves, at least there won't be any fur on them if he does anything like that again." There is no need to mention that the old lady has never been eager to see the child since. It didn't affect the princesse's fragile feelings, though, and she carried on with her life, like nothing at all had happened.
...And so the time passed...
She discovered an early interest in science, but only because the knowledge helped her understand how to trap insects.
...Neffie was eight...
She turned a lamp on when it was rather dark outside and opened the window. A few moths flew in and found themselves in a plastic bottle almost immediately. There were small holes in the improvised cage for them to breathe, but there was no escape. The princess would sit in front of the bottle for hours, watching the little things panick and struggle to free themselves. At about eight in the morning she let them go. Insects, with an exception of spiders and cockroaches, and humans were the only living things she didn't despise.
...The time went on and on...
She was always concerned about her appearance. It was hardly different from anyone else's. How would everybody know that she was the princess? It was not an easy thing to manage, especially with that name which sounded anything but royal.
...Neffie was nine...
She went to the bathroom, straightened her locks and dyed them black, just like her mother always did. When her parents came home, they discovered their child in the kitchen with her face covered in cream, chocolate and lipstick. The princess probably felt hungry after raiding her mother's bag to find what she needed and decided to get the cake from a cupboard in the corner, but fell, dragging the whole shelf of food down with her. Her parents only took her to the doctor to make sure their daughter didn't suffer any inguries and forgot about everything in a matter of hours, but their relatives who came over to their house that evening were throwing many reproachful looks at the child while gnawing on stale pieces of old mutton. Neffie enjoyed it. She was looked at. Her hair remained black and straight since that day.
...A few more years tiptoed through the big old cuckoo clock in Neffie's bedroom...
She liked the career training more than anything, because it allowed her to stand out. It could have made her even more noticeable if she got a chance to volunteer and bring glory to her district. However, that didn't come to pass.
*The walls in her room are almost impossible to find behind the posters with the faces of many different Hunger Games victors. There are phrases like "Plan more, never dream; Fly high, aim higher; Never the best among the best, always the best above the best" written on each of them under the victor's faces.*
...No, this time Neffie wasn't ten. She was eighteen...
This was the first time the princess realised that the crown wasn't going to her. It was after the last Reaping in her life and even though she had been draining herself in training, it wan't of any use to her anymore. She watched the tributes struggle for survival, watched them collapse on the ground one by one. This was the year when she realised that everything in her life and in the life of others will come and go. The only thing that may be able to resist time was, in her opinion, fame. It didn't fade as easily as people, ideas and opportunities did. She knew she wanted her name to be familiar to everyone in Panem. And she knew where to start. The years were running like seconds after that. She started working in a makeup salon and after learning the basics about running the place opened one of her own within a year (with a little help from her extremely rich and prosperous parents). When she was twenty two, she adopted a twelve year old girl, because the child was some distant relative of hers and her parents wouldn't stop talking about how poor and little the orphan is until she finally decided to take her. She doesn't really care about the girl though as long as she follows all Neffie's rules.
Much time has passed since then, but it didn't take the inhabitants of district two too long to remember the dazzling high figure with ideal curves and a stunning profile. The big, long nose was engraved into the memory of everyone who got a chance to meet her. The large grey eyes looking at everything with surprise and sarcasm altogether, the slightly furrowed eyebrows, the long and thin light pink lip line. And only those who knew her close (which doesn't include many people) would sometimes notice a narrow scar running from behind her ear and down the long neck - the only consequence of the Great Cupboard Fall. She is the best advertisement of her salon. The black-haired princess with her steel nerve and a graceful smile is thought dazzling and prosperous by everybody. Everybody but herself.
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