With My Own Sins {lyndis}

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I'm really lacking today.

With My Own Sins {lyndis} Oct 10, 2017 20:53:06 GMT -5

Post by Unitato15 on Oct 10, 2017 20:53:06 GMT -5

If you were to ask someone what colors they'd associate with district 5 tribute girl, Ella Tracy they'd probably choose black and green. With her eyes so green they'd electrify you and her hair so dark that even the night sky may not compare, the girl appears to be nature itself. Her skin radiates an odd mix of cold and warm as well, weirdly making it fun to be around her. These qualities tend to lead to strangers mistaking her for someone who isn't violently unstable before they actually talk to her and discover differently.

This situation would probably not be much different. Ella had just walked into the training room with her district partner, when she noticed a station that was seemingly made for her. The camouflage station. She flocked to it immediately and found herself in awe of what it contained. Stylish paint brushes of every kind each made for an extremely specific purpose, paints of every tint imaginable and... no stickers.

What?!?! WHAT KIND OF A PLACE HAS PAINTS BUT NOT- deep breaths, take deep breaths, now is not the time to break a table and it wouldn't have made sense for them to have stickers her anyway, and maybe you're just desperately trying to take out your self hatred for forgetting your sticker sheet token back home and NOO

The blade throwing station was directly across from the camouflage one. She made her way to it angrily, in need of a way to vent her frustration. And of course this was also the moment that another girl decided to approach the camouflage station and try her hand at painting.

Ella immediately recognized failure in the girl's brush stroke and jumped at the chance to enact superiority and take out her anger on an innocent. She grabbed a knife and threw it so that it embedded itself into the wall next to the girl's head. The girl looked at her obviously attentively and Ella smiled at her the way a fox would smile if a fox could smile: hungrily.

Ella strolled up to the girl like a capital model, if the model were a squirrel, anyway, and then bent over her dramatically.

"Bitch", she began, menacingly, faux seductively and with a starving sort of upturn at her lips," you're doing this wrong"

Suddenly she grabbed the girl's brush, threw it at a wall and then leaned into the girl's face.

Snarling, the district five psycho whispered, "Go do something you're NOT, fucking horrible at, you talentless RODENT"

Ella looked at the girl's face expectantly, anticipating a reaction, suddenly realizing that maybe she'd been a bit too harsh in all of her anger. Oh well. She'd deal with it later.

Have an awesome day and don't talk to antichrists. The cake is a lie.

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does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker? ✯

With My Own Sins {lyndis} Oct 11, 2017 6:10:34 GMT -5

Post by Lyn𝛿is on Oct 11, 2017 6:10:34 GMT -5

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mila breukelen

and in the spring I shed my skin
and it blows away with the changing wind

Light brown and dark brown dot my arm as I try to blend the paints together. You want an uneven texture, the trainer says. Like tree bark. I add a few drops here and there, but it never seems to look right. And of course, there would be no paints in the arena, only mud and leaves and grass, if even that.

Frowning, I press my arm against the fake grass on the table. The speckles I've painted on myself look nothing like tree bark.

I look like a summer snowshoe hare.

Like soft, small, furry prey. The rabbits back home in the Meadow always look so adorable with their ears perked up, ready to run if someone's dog were to wander past. As a child I had wanted to take one home and keep it as a pet, feeding it on carrot tops and other vegetable scraps, but my brother would dismiss it as a frivolous thought. So I'd take the scraps to the Meadow and kneel down in front of the animals, never understanding the looks of hatred I got from the Seam children.

The weak die for the strong to survive, my brother had said as I held the dying body of a frail baby rabbit. So it is with animals, so it is with humans.

The strong survive, his words echo in spaces between the metallic clangs of sparring. I must become stronger, faster, cleverer, if I hope to return to my waiting children -

THUD!

A throwing knife swishes through the air inches from my ear and slams into the wall, making me jump. I tense, and a brief thought flashes in my mind that I had expected much more subtlety from the Careers I had been eyeing nervously earlier.

Instead, it's the Five girl. The one with a giddy grin in the reaping recaps - unusual in any district; the Careers tended to exude pompous entitlement, while the others might look anywhere in the spectrum of fearful, to resigned, to sacrificial.

And then suddenly she's in my face.

"Bitch, you're doing this wrong," she almost hissed, her bright green eyes seeming as though they wanted to sprout a pair of knives and kill me on the spot. I give an involuntary shudder. The brush flies from my hands as she snatches it away and flings it at the wall. I turn, staring at the splotch of brown marring the white walls, but she swivels so that I am forced to look at her again.

"Go do something you're NOT, fucking horrible at, you talentless RODENT."

"I..." I choke as my heart sinks. Not a day in and I've already made an enemy. Give in and leave, and she'll see me as an easy target. Talk back, and she might aim straight at me when the gong sounds out of spite.

Just what did the mysterious Five girl want?

"Look," I start, trying to tamp down the jitters as I slowly inch around the table to retrieve my brush, "this is all a big waste of time unless you tell me what you think I'm doing wrong."

here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
frozen in the headlights

OOC: Unitato15

"Yeah… You have to be careful when placing labels on good and evil, Celice. Never waste your anger on individuals. Always focus it on the evil within all of us."
- Lewyn, Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

Unitato15
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I'm really lacking today.

With My Own Sins {lyndis} Oct 11, 2017 9:40:51 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Unitato15 on Oct 11, 2017 9:40:51 GMT -5

Tears in her eyes, the girl looks up at Ella, a stammered "I.." being her only initial response. Despite the tears though, the girl seems to be brave, facing her where others might run away. She actually recovers from the tears and continues, asking what she did wrong and reaching for the brush. Ella takes notice of this and, for once in her life, softens. She'd needlessly wasted ferocity on this girl.

"I... I'm sorry. I guess I just.. let my temper over something else take control over me", Ella stammers flatly at the beginning and the nervously giggle a little at the end.

Although she had sympathy for the girl, she was still very bad at compassion and her words most likely reflected it. Anyways, she kept trying. Making enemies this early on may actually prove to be dangerous

. "So..", she starts," you're um, holding the brush wrong. Or you were anyway." She giggles a little at her own words before recomposing herself. She needed to look remorseful for her actions.

She retrieves the brush for the girl, returns, hands it to her, and clears her throat.

"Here", she holds her hand over the girl's hand, as though guiding a child, and helps the girl to change her brush stroke. "You're trying to create tree bark camouflage, right? Bark is rough, yes, but your brush strokes don't also need to be. You're pushing too hard and it's making your bark look like fur. Bark is painted through softness so you can get the details correct without showing bristle marks. Like this."

She knows that teaching the girl her secrets probably would seem foolish to outsiders, but seeing as how camouflage very rarely actually proves helpful (She wasn't even planning on using it, herself),she didn't think she was really giving the girl any true advantages.

"Do you understand?", she asked the girl, only sounding kind of condescending.

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Last Edit: Oct 12, 2017 14:33:28 GMT -5 by Unitato15

Have an awesome day and don't talk to antichrists. The cake is a lie.

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	*"Yeah… You have to be careful when placing labels on good and evil, Celice. Never waste your anger on individuals. Always focus it on the evil within all of us."* - Lewyn, Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War