Tesserae Prank//D7//FIN
Mar 2, 2018 23:03:13 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Mar 2, 2018 23:03:13 GMT -5
Name: Tess Prank
Age: 17
District: 7
Gender: female
Who doesn't know the Prank family? The Pranks' residence is a place considered too dangerous to enter by most neighbors. Almost any person opening the door of our house seems more than just freaked out by the tremendous noise of children's cries and the numbers of little kids swarming around them. However, those who are courageous enough to approach the Prank family estate are completely oblivious to the most important rule of them all: beware of what you can't see. Many of those clueless perfectly normal people are so taken aback by the chaotic sight of multiple children rushing to and fro that they raise their eyes to the ceiling in a desperate attempt to distance themselves from the madness and at this very moment their faces change drastically, instantly filling with terror and expressing nothing but pure shock. There are various endings to this scenario. Sometimes said people just perform the freeze-gulp-blink-freeze cycle and then storm out of the house to never come back again. Several individuals share their fear with the world by the means of loudest screams in the history of Panem. Some guests back out of our front door, staring at what they saw and then collapse on the small porch. The third option is the least enjoyable - due to the lack of people who wish to dedicate their free time to clean the porch mentioned above is incredibly dirty.
Age: 17
District: 7
Gender: female
Who doesn't know the Prank family? The Pranks' residence is a place considered too dangerous to enter by most neighbors. Almost any person opening the door of our house seems more than just freaked out by the tremendous noise of children's cries and the numbers of little kids swarming around them. However, those who are courageous enough to approach the Prank family estate are completely oblivious to the most important rule of them all: beware of what you can't see. Many of those clueless perfectly normal people are so taken aback by the chaotic sight of multiple children rushing to and fro that they raise their eyes to the ceiling in a desperate attempt to distance themselves from the madness and at this very moment their faces change drastically, instantly filling with terror and expressing nothing but pure shock. There are various endings to this scenario. Sometimes said people just perform the freeze-gulp-blink-freeze cycle and then storm out of the house to never come back again. Several individuals share their fear with the world by the means of loudest screams in the history of Panem. Some guests back out of our front door, staring at what they saw and then collapse on the small porch. The third option is the least enjoyable - due to the lack of people who wish to dedicate their free time to clean the porch mentioned above is incredibly dirty.
You are probably beginning to wonder what could possibly bring such misfortunes upon the noble visitors of our sweet home. What actually happens when people lay their eyes on the Prank house ceiling? There are many sides to that story and one of my favorites is an urban legend about a huge wild monkey the Pranks keep inside their modest house. But what is the truth behind all those shady tales? The answer is simple: me. There isn't any monkey because I don't think there are any of those in our district, although it would be delightful to have one of those adorable creatures in our household. And I am the only living being that resides below the ceiling. Since childhood, I've been developing an unhealthy interest in climbing, so my father attached a few beams high above the floor to make me feel comfortable. There is a rope hanging from one of them and a huge hoop on the other one. I spend most of my free time "upstairs" because I enjoy a break from the noise and sitting there feels like having my own room.
But that is not the creepiest thing about my personality. What is really fascinating is my passion for bending. Not all people are born flexible. I am one of the selected few who are. This gift doesn't make me proud, but it is incredibly enjoyable to be that kind of flexible. I just try to make the most of it while I can. I really know how to bend and I could do it all day, so bending has become an important part of my everyday life. I can bend in any place, at any time, in any direction and almost in every way imaginable. So that is what I do. And it is not surprising that our neighbors are usually traumatized by what they see when they look at me. It is unusual to see a person sitting so high above. The sight of a teenager hanging from those beams, rocking back and forth is even more disturbing. But it is absolutely shocking to witness a girl hanging on a beam or in a hoop upside down with her head between her legs. It doesn't help that my long curly brown hair often covers my face as I do that. This hides that mischievous and friendly grin of mine and maybe seeing a hairy flexible someone might indeed trick people into assuming that they saw a monkey.
Do I look like a monkey? I don't think so. My face is oval-shaped and gorgeous. I am a lucky owner of shiny white teeth and a beautiful smile as well. Large blue eyes, a long nose, and thin dark eyebrows complete the picture. Nevertheless, after hearing the monkey legend for the first time, I analyzed my appearance thoroughly, despite my mother's hopeless attempts to persuade me that I am one of the most adorable children she's ever seen. Eventually, I came to a conclusion that monkeys have nothing in common with me. However, I also noticed that my toes were much longer than my sister's. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, that discovery gave me an idea of adding another hobby to my list - grabbing things of different sizes and shapes with my feet. At first, it wasn't working out really well. In fact, I suffered greatly from the consequences of breaking an old teapot and acquired a scar on the palm of my hand. Despite that, I didn't intend to stop until reaching my goal and succeeded. Now I am able to drink tea while holding a cup with my foot.
All the wonderful abilities I have serve me well whenever I decide to prank somebody. High-quality well-prepared pranking is truly an art in my opinion. Every part of it brings me joy. It is of great interest to me to plan every step and come up with ingenious ideas, one crazier than the other. Besides, I have always loved putting on a good show. Each and every one of my pranks is more of a performance than a joke. I don't want to hurt anyone, so they are also rather harmless. And if my pranks upset someone, they can't be angry with me for a long time anyway because I won't stop making guilty faces and trying to hug them until I am finally forgiven.
My siblings react to my actions differently and so do my acquaintances from school. I understand that not everybody can tolerate my hobbies, so it doesn't affect me in any negative way. After all, I can't accept what some of my siblings do on regular basis. By saying "some of my siblings" I am referring to the murderous triplets - the oldest children in our family. Zecora and Zeus occasionally do things I cannot say I like. However, I still love them with all my heart. My Pranks are mom and dad. As for the rest of the family, I treasure all my siblings equally, although I have to admit that the older ones are no fun most of the time.
I am seventeen years old already, no matter how childish I may seem. And for many people that is frightening. It means I will probably be reaped. It means that if I won't be, I will have to find my own way in life and deal with all the challenges adulthood brings. But I am ready to accept that. It is not very important what the future will be like as long as I can bend my way into tomorrow with a caring family by my side.
