Post by Unitato15 on Jun 6, 2017 21:28:34 GMT -5
Face claim- Liza Adamenko
Ella Tracy walks into her empty house and climbs to her room, slumping into her desk chair. She had just gotten back from her exhaustingly dull day at her district 5 high school. She sighs. The anticipation of beginning this project had been the only thing keeping her from dropping dead of utter boredom. (Well, that and her daydreams, anyway).
She takes out her favorite set of colored pencils and some paper. Gleefully, she selects what colors she will use: all of them. Her parents had bought them for her last birthday. One of the few times they'd actually done something for her that wasn't societally mandated.
She begins by creating soft outlines for the head and body. They are easy enough for her to draw, her head a simple oval shape and although her 16 year old body is thin, it is otherwise average, meaning she can basically draw herself as she would any other girl. Although, (at least in her own opinion) that's the only AVERAGE thing you'll ever notice about her.(insert hair flip here)
Once she's finished the outline she begins the details.Her huge greenish-bluish-grey eyes go first. Getting them to match each other is always a challenge, but, after several tries, she manages. Once that's over, she fills in the rest of the detailing. Her big ears and buck teeth, the ugliest features she believes herself to possess, are glossed over. "Rich victors don't HAVE flaws" she sighs to herself dreamily, wishing that that was what she already was.
Alas, she was merely a semi wealthy girl from the least interesting district there is. The OIL DISTRICT! Why couldn't she have been born to capital parents!?!?!? Or district 1 parents?!? OR PARENTS FROM ANY CAREER DISTRICT?!??! OR EVEN JUST PARENTS WHO TALK TO HER AND CARE AND VALUUUEE HER!! SHE BETS PRESIDENTS SNOW WOULD LOVE HER!!!!!
So, this prideful, sorta selfish, neglected, loner princess who draws and dreams does what any sane person in her position would do... SHE TRAINS HERSELF FOR THE GAMES AND TAKES TESSERAE FOR NO REASON BECAUSE SHES TOO COWARDLY TO VOLUNTEER. And she might be a liiiiiitle bit emotionally unstable, but a lot of people don't notice.
In her childhood, however, some people DID notice. At first, it was overlooked due to her slight natural beauty. Until the day she broke a kid's arm because he said her singing was lame. From that point on, everyone shunned her and her only outlet of self expression was drawing.
And daydreaming. About being reaped. About winning the games. About being rich and famous and LOVED. She sighed and looked out the window. One day. One day she'll be ELECTRIC LIKE LIGHTNING. ONE DAY SHE'LL SHOW THEM ALL. As she's thinking about this, she kinda subconsciously moves around a bit without realizing it and ends up falling out of her chair, smacking her face on the floor. Oh well.
Ella Tracy walks into her empty house and climbs to her room, slumping into her desk chair. She had just gotten back from her exhaustingly dull day at her district 5 high school. She sighs. The anticipation of beginning this project had been the only thing keeping her from dropping dead of utter boredom. (Well, that and her daydreams, anyway).
She takes out her favorite set of colored pencils and some paper. Gleefully, she selects what colors she will use: all of them. Her parents had bought them for her last birthday. One of the few times they'd actually done something for her that wasn't societally mandated.
She begins by creating soft outlines for the head and body. They are easy enough for her to draw, her head a simple oval shape and although her 16 year old body is thin, it is otherwise average, meaning she can basically draw herself as she would any other girl. Although, (at least in her own opinion) that's the only AVERAGE thing you'll ever notice about her.(insert hair flip here)
Once she's finished the outline she begins the details.Her huge greenish-bluish-grey eyes go first. Getting them to match each other is always a challenge, but, after several tries, she manages. Once that's over, she fills in the rest of the detailing. Her big ears and buck teeth, the ugliest features she believes herself to possess, are glossed over. "Rich victors don't HAVE flaws" she sighs to herself dreamily, wishing that that was what she already was.
Alas, she was merely a semi wealthy girl from the least interesting district there is. The OIL DISTRICT! Why couldn't she have been born to capital parents!?!?!? Or district 1 parents?!? OR PARENTS FROM ANY CAREER DISTRICT?!??! OR EVEN JUST PARENTS WHO TALK TO HER AND CARE AND VALUUUEE HER!! SHE BETS PRESIDENTS SNOW WOULD LOVE HER!!!!!
So, this prideful, sorta selfish, neglected, loner princess who draws and dreams does what any sane person in her position would do... SHE TRAINS HERSELF FOR THE GAMES AND TAKES TESSERAE FOR NO REASON BECAUSE SHES TOO COWARDLY TO VOLUNTEER. And she might be a liiiiiitle bit emotionally unstable, but a lot of people don't notice.
In her childhood, however, some people DID notice. At first, it was overlooked due to her slight natural beauty. Until the day she broke a kid's arm because he said her singing was lame. From that point on, everyone shunned her and her only outlet of self expression was drawing.
And daydreaming. About being reaped. About winning the games. About being rich and famous and LOVED. She sighed and looked out the window. One day. One day she'll be ELECTRIC LIKE LIGHTNING. ONE DAY SHE'LL SHOW THEM ALL. As she's thinking about this, she kinda subconsciously moves around a bit without realizing it and ends up falling out of her chair, smacking her face on the floor. Oh well.
