Jacob Whitaker // D11 // fin
Oct 21, 2019 16:54:16 GMT -5
Post by bakabekkers on Oct 21, 2019 16:54:16 GMT -5
NAME
Jacob Whitaker
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Male
DISTRICT
Eleven
This color represents DIALOGUE
This color represents INNER THOUGHT
Its been told to him time and time again, his father died while he was a baby. What he didn't know, however, was that his father left before he was born. To Jacob Whitaker, life was always the same routine. Get up, do the work around the house, farm, and then go to school after he was done. It never bothered him much, the constant struggle. He learned at such a young age how to properly take care of his family that it was always embedded into his mentality that he had to do it. He had no choice. Him, and his mother lived on a small farm in District 11. Jacob was the sole being responsible for the smooth operation of the farm. His mother fell ill when he was 14, until then it was her who was taking care of everything. Jacob was odd, or so the other kids would say. He rarely spoke, unless he was directly spoken to. "You learn more when you're quiet." He was often heard saying this to people who asked him why he chose to not speak as much. He wasn't necessarily disliked, more or less he was dissociated with those around him, choosing to operate on his own accord most of the time. People considered it weird, but no one paid him attention, and in return he did the same. He just focused on his farm.
Jacob wasn't a bad looking boy by the standard at least. Quite unaware of the girls oogling at him in the hallways as he passed by. It was as if he was in his own world. Some apparently have seen him talking to himself, but who knew, Jacob was a mystery, a very simple mystery. Sporting thick brown hair, "Long on the top, short on the sides, please." was how he liked to keep it. Dark blue eyes with a long established nose took up most of his face. His mouth wasn't exactly long, nor was it short. It was just the right length for his face. His sunken jaws screamed underfed, but it was genetic. "You have the same face as your father.." His mother would often remind him. Apparently he looked a lot like his dad. He didn't know, thought, but he was proud. He was told his dad died protecting him. The story was never expanded upon for him though. If only he knew the massive lie that overtook him for most of his life. He was fairly tall, built like a "farmer" if you would describe it. Standing at roughly 6'2, he was quite taller than a lot of children, but definitely not the tallest.
Jacob's personality was quite tricky. He didn't open up to anyone, not even his mother. He kept everything to himself. Like stated before, Jacob was very quiet. But if you took a sailboat into the inner workings of his mind, you would find many problems, a beautiful imagination, and then some. See, Jacob constantly fights his mind. Good vs Bad, Right vs Wrong. People got it right when they say they saw Jacob talking to himself. He only did it when he was under the impression that nobody was around. But he would often have inner monologue so fierce that sometimes he couldn't control his urge to act.
"Steal this loaf of bread, you can feed yourself and mom tonight...
... No, that's wrong, I have plenty to pay for it...
No, you need to save your money for next week!"
He did end up stealing that loaf of bread. It wasn't exactly a crime against humanity but it wasn't the right thing to do either. He wasn't caught, and thankfully so. The man he buys his things from often treats him with a kindness that not even his own mother shows him, and Jacob was thankful for him, although... he could never tell him that he stole from him.
The only friend Jacob had, actually, was the man he bought everything from. "Mr. Smith" was his name. Almost like a father figure to Jacob, Mr Smith often gave Jacob tips and tricks on how to get the most out of his livestock, and secret tricks of the trade to get a good harvest every year. He saved Jacob and his mothers life.. and Jacob felt in debt to him entirely. Jacob and Mr Smith would sit for hours upon hours, having detailed conversations of what Jacob wanted to do with his life. Jacob often said he wanted to make money, enough money to support his future wife and kids for the rest of their lives if he in fact, "died" like his father. Mr Smith knew the truth, everyone did. Jacobs father was scum, addicted to drinking alcohol, often abusive to his mother before she gave birth to the humble Jacob. But Jacob was proud to be his fathers son.
When Jacob wasn't waging war against himself in the depths of his cranium, he was daydreaming, of a mansion in the hills, a big farm, with plenty of workers to keep it running all year round. With award winning cattle, and race winning horses. He had no idea how he'd attain this wealth, he just knew he wanted it.
The Hunger Games were a hidden fear of Jacobs. Although he didn't show it, every year at the reaping Jacob would get extremely nervous, If he were to be reaped.. His mother.. What would she do..
"You'd have to take mom and run as far as possible...
...don't be stupid, Jacob. You cant outrun the capital!
...Yes I can, I can outrun anyone..."
The Hunger Games were a problem he'd have to deal with every year. Even when he had kids, and that thought plagued him constantly, it was a plague to everyone, except the Careers, of course. He had a burning hatred for the District 1, 2 and 3 "stars" who constantly made a mockery of his home. They didn't understand the struggle of it all, and they never would. He loathed them for that. But Jacob wasn't one to constantly think about them, he was too focused on keeping his family going, and on staying quiet, of course!
"It's too nice out
Lets play hooky
And get high til' we both float away
We wont show today
Doesn't matter what they say
What goes up can stay"
-Watsky
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