Opus Turing // D3

The Wildcard

Canister shells and copper wire are my bread and butter, but it's not what came naturally. I'm a man of intrigue and guile. I love information. I look at a manufacturing manifest and I see static, but ask me who is and who was in District Three and I'm suddenly alive.

And I mean naturally. The Turing family is either plagued or blessed with sheer diligence with anything related to the games, and more importantly our inventions. I'm not the man they want me to be, but I do have my uses. I can procure. I can coerce.

I'm sure I may have gotten far because of how I come across. And, by that, I do mean how I look as well. It's a plus, so I'm told. Few complaints, maybe a little on the nose at times, but at least I get the jobs I'm set completed in record time. I can't help it if my actions are considered smooth, or untoward.

Some of the family may not approve of my lifestyle choices. You can't exactly become a philanthropist in District Three, but I can at least say I'm trying. I think I'm nice, others don't get the chance to learn that though. I'm far too hasty for people to actually get to know me. I like getting things done, and that includes relationships, friendships, and everything in between. I'm a bit of a butterfly when it comes to groups. I'll flit between a few when it fancies me, and I'm extremely impulsive. But, not altogether unfocused. It's actually my work that keeps me from forming those solid bonds with people that I do so grow envious of over time.


When it comes to my past, I've had quite a life already. I won prizes for being on the same invention teams as some of my cousins, brothers and sisters, in school and out. I was always the wizz-kid, but for some reason I never seemed to be in the limelight. The spotlight always shone to my left or my right, but never in between. I can't say that hasn't moulded me into what I am now; I'm desperate to bring about a huge change. And, if I'm to invent the next killing machine for the Capitol to use, so be it. That's how my family has gotten by so far.

I think every time my family ask anything of me that they're actually taking a huge risk. Maybe soon they will call upon me again, and that will be the day I come up with something so great that I become the figurehead... That'll never happen. But, a Turing can dream.

Some of us Turings are great at what we do. We all do it well, but some of us are great. I like to be in the latter category. Then, there's the few that really can't abide what we do. Essentially, we fuel the Gamemakers with the means to carry out their atrocities. But, what happens with District Twelve's coal? It fuels the flamethrowers. Who do they think sews the elaborate wire traps and well concealed nets? It's District Four. And, who makes sure the wires all cross in the right places? That's us. I can't hate what I do, it feeds me. It feeds my family, and it feeds our District. There's nothing wrong with that, and if they don't like it so much they why don't they tell The Capitol themselves?