hibernating heart

Aranica Petros
21; District Twelve; female; 55th Victor

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,175]--five foot five --unhealthily thin, especially around the Games; however, no longer a walking skeleton --dark brown, slightly-slanted eyes are shadowed both within and beneath --soft, open features; wears her heart on her face --slightly wavy black hair comes to her waist; for simple practicality, she often puts it up --creamy skin once littered with thin scars, now cleared by Capitol doctors --usually wears comfortable slacks and blouses, avoids skirts; favours green, brown, gold, and red --prefers not to wear shoes when possible --incurably clumsy, except when on familiar terrain --high voice; sounds younger than she is, especially while singing

[atrb=width,175]--highly affectionate and physical --thinks all inanimate objects are alive (rocks are her best friends; clouds want to kill her) --severely agoraphobic, especially after her Games' finale --afraid of large bodies of water (also thanks to the Games) --severe abandonment anxiety --intelligent; learns best by watching and doing things --friendly and tends to believe the best of people --very good at organizing, when she wants to be --highly loyal --very gentle, hates fighting --vegetarian; doesn't like the idea of killing others for her food --no longer an optimist, but still an idealist, even now

[atrb=width,175]--baby Nisa and older brother Anani rescued by father from unbalanced mother (Aranica) --Aranica killed Tarok eight years later; Anani and Nisa hid in the wilds outside of District Twelve --Anani eventually abandoned her --reentered society as Aranica (the only name she remembered after her isolation) --looked after by an old woman who owned a thrift store --Reaped for the 55th Games; made her first friends, then lost them all --heavy survivor's guilt eased, then augmented, by Anani's reappearance and subsequent Reaping --still traumatized but has relearned how to function; does her best with Twelve's tributes and looks after Kieran, her and Mace Emberstatt's son

While plants die and slowly grow back,
We don’t.

Our Time Here
Like a Caged Animal
57th Reaping [D7]

57th Bloodbath
Closer to the Edge
Earth is a Warm Dead Place
Glass Ceiling!
Take Care, Take Care, Take Care

14644 words.
Post average 665.68.
Unfinished fillers uncounted.

Dy Jemidi
27; District Three; genderfluid

wake and rise and face the day
and try to stop the day from staring back at me

everything looks burned up

-light brown hair to mid-neck
-bright hazel eyes; slowly losing vision due to factory work
-constantly visibly exhausted
-exposed skin and hands often slightly sooty; clothing similarly greyed out
-style, and gender presentation, all over the board; likes bright colors and soft, lightweight fabrics

I'm too scared to look around

-genderqueer; fairly comfortable, but doesn't have a way to describe self
-extrovert and profoundly hurt by long periods of isolation
-scared of change and taking chances
-doesn't mind forcing self past limits if need be
-(the question, then, is what constitutes "need")
-not book smart; has trouble with new concepts, often illogical
-that said, will stubbornly keep at things until they're figured out
-main hobbies: piano, knitting
-generally artistically brilliant, but sticks to those two because of fear of change/not doing well
-not secretive or shameful, but self-conscious; too quick to accept failure

don't feel like going on

-not good at school; homeschooled
-father fell ill and died when she was seven
-mother killed herself a year later
-introduced self to orphanage as a boy
-went back to school because it turns out homeschooling is way illegal, actually
-did poorly but made an effort to enjoy it, and generally succeeded
-ran away as a late teenager after a traumatic experience being outed and subsequently attacked by a friend's sibling
-supported herself haphazardly until landing a more stable, if miserable, factory job
-currently scraping by on factory pay and sales of knitted objects

but come on, make a joyful sound