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Meghan Capitol Resident 1,217 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Nov 26, 2023 2:53:00 GMT -5	Louis Butters - D6 - done Nov 11, 2017 20:19:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Meghan on Nov 11, 2017 20:19:01 GMT -5 louis "lou" butters seventeen district six beauty among a tank of brains played by ed sheeran
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If Gene is the brains, then I surely am the beauty. We look nothing alike, my brawny burly muscles versus his skinny slight skeleton. Our birthdays are too close together, but Dad says that's because I was born three months early. I'm not sure how I survived such a entrance to this cold, crystalline world. I suspect lies, for the story is too pure, too explainable. I prefer mystery, I prefer stories, and I don't accept simple truth. My brother Gene is clouded in mystery.

First of all, he's brilliant. I'm not. I'm a thinker, sure, but my thoughts have more to do with beauty. I love all things beautiful. The simple charm of brick and mortar buildings, glistening leaves in orange-red trees, and women, beautiful women. I admire them all, no matter how they look. I can find something to admire in every freckle, eyelash, leg hair, cellulite, and fingernail. I'm not shy, but I'm polite. I love the beautiful, but I don't share these thoughts easily. I need to be practical, and hitting on every gorgeous gal isn't practical. It's sick, and I can hardly aspire towards being a creep.

Instead, I play guitar and sing, soft melodies of love, betrayal, and admiration. Gene doesn't understand my love for music, but I tell him it's just like his love for medicine. He memorizes muscle groups, I memorize riffs and melodies. While he recites the different parts of the eye, I recite poetry and lyrics. He dissects spleens, I dissect the heart and soul. I know I'm not as smart as him, but I'm passionate. I croon affection through song, he croons it through healing.

Still, it surprises me how intelligent he is. Our mother, always flighty and rarely nice, is smart, sure, but not a genius. She got through medical training with a lot of hard work and effort, not talent. We are very similar, her and I, often stuck in our thoughts and unaware of the world. I even have her watery eyes, narrow and sky-blue, soul-searching. They don't work very well, though, and I suspect that's a her-trait I inherited. I have to wear my glasses, or contacts when we can afford them. They're a rare treat, but we sometimes scrape together enough extra money to afford them. Gene buys them for me too with his Doctor wages. We're only six months apart, but he insists on taking care of me.

Dad is intelligent, but not brilliant. He's more practical than anything, and I know I inherited that trait from him. He understands how to treat injuries from practice, not smarts. He tells us that all burn victims are the same. Sure, the extent of their injury may vary from patient to patient, but treatment is similar and we have good enough medicines to take care of almost every burn. He can't stop people from dying, if the damage is that severe, but he can cure almost anything else.

And the rest of the family? They're too young to know, but they certainly haven't displayed Gene's brilliance. He started training to be a doctor at twelve years old. Four years earlier than our parents started their training. It's quite remarkable, and honestly, I can't help but be a bit jealous. I long to be as smart as him, but my brain simply doesn't work that way. I don't understand logic or complicated formulas, definitions, etc. I only understand what's creative, what's innovative, and what's out of the box. I suppose that's one way I have an advvantage over my brother. He is awkward and extremely straightforward. He wouldn't recognize imagery if it crawled into bed with him. Or women, too, for that matter. I've never seen him look twice at anyone, boy or girl. His nose is always stuck in a book, whereas I find my eyes trailing after women without conscious intent.

We also differ in appearance. Not only is he tall and thin, but he's a bit strange looking. I am handsome, taking after my father with fair skin, hair that bursts with color, a strong jaw, and facial hair. My nose is on the large side, like Gene's, but that's a family trait. Besides, I think it makes me look unique. I wouldn't want to be a clone, even if said clone was the most beautiful creature to walk this earth. I like being handsome, but I don't need out-of-this-world looks.

I'm also broad-shouldered, and kind of stout. I'm under 6ft, which is embarrassingly small compared to the giraffe in the family, who towers over the rest of us and is still, somehow, growing. We're the shadows, I suppose, and Gene is the tree. Except he's dark and dreary, and we're similar to autumn leaves.

Mom always treated me better than she did my brother. Maybe it's because I never showed her up. Gene is a bit proud, and I think she's jealous. Not that she'd ever admit it, she's proud too, but I can tell by the way she looks at him when she thinks he's not looking. Being effortlessly smart, though ignorant, isn't fair to someone whose had to work her whole life to get where she is. She's also senile, spending most of her evenings watching reruns of the games and getting blackout drunk. I don't know why Dad fell for her. Perhaps she was beautiful, once, to him. Now she just looks worn-out. It makes me sad, my heart aches at the thought of what once was. I wonder who hurt her, what caused her so much pain, but she won't tell me and I know better than to ask.

Dad always seemed to favor Gene. They have a lot of long conversations. I mostly sat in the corner, strumming my guitar, and listening. I couldn't follow it. It seemed to be complicated, full of medical terminology, but I liked listening to their voices. Gene's was deep, and Dad's was lively. The rest of our siblings squeaked, and I sang. It was a beautiful cacophony of sound and joy. I loved our little powwows.

As we get older and Gene busier, I have become more of a protector to the younger siblings. He still tries to take care of me, but in return I take care of them. We have an unwritten pact that if they ever got reaped, we'd try to volunteer. I'm sure Gene would volunteer for me too, but I wouldn't want him to. I love him too much to lose him. And besides, I want to know the truth. I think his life is a lie. I don't think we're actually related, though we're as close as family should be. He's just too... different, and I'm too ordinary. I want to know the truth, I want to find out, but I'd hate to shatter his world by learning something we'd both regret.

I guess we'll see. For now, I'll continue to sing, and continue to be beauty. Gene's got brains covered.

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Meghan Capitol Resident 1,217 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Nov 26, 2023 2:53:00 GMT -5	Louis Butters - D6 - done Nov 12, 2017 1:30:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Meghan on Nov 12, 2017 1:30:39 GMT -5 hi, i'm meghan and i'm a writeaholic. anyhoo, this is done. ^^

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