JEYNE SCHELL DISTRICT 8 FIN!

JEYNE SCHELL

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District Eight
17
Heterosexual

Appearance

It's the mirrors, that's how Jeyne see's herself. Always in reverse, always feeling otherwise. The dresses change, but the five foot seven, curvy and filled-out frame stays the same. They don't scare her. She does not even duck away from the mirrors, not in the slightest. The body that she sees is not unfamiliar, it is herself.

Blonde and wavy, Jeyne's hair reaches a few inches below her shoulders. Her hair has always been healthy, and it always seems to cover her ears, yet never her face. On the notes of her face, she never did struggle with acne, though there occasionally were a few slight breakouts in her life they always went away with good management.

Though Jeyne's eyes are a rather dark shade of blue, they rather contrast with her exceptionally pale skin tone. Of course she would prefer the slight tan that many of the District Four tributes have from days in the sun, or that many Capitol citizens have, but Jeyne is not afraid of her looks by any means.

Within full lips that always seems open lays the one thing Jeyne desires most to change but never will be ever to change, the obvious large gap between her two front teeth. Her friends and family always assure that the gap is not a big deal, but she tis sure of otherwise. Everyone notices it, but people are just too polite to say so.


Personality

"Hey," Jeyne recites almost inaudibly, the few lines she knows so well but can never manage getting stuck in her throat, just like they always do. Welcome to The Red Wedding Bridal Shop, moving lips, yet no sound. She covers her ever reddening face, words have never been Jeyne's strong point.

The patron, although Jeyne would never say so, is not a skinny young woman. If only mother finished her lunch break, Jeyne could escape to the back to spend precious time with her young Wolfe. If not for his mother, then she could actually focus on trying to be louder. Instead, her love's mother forces Jeyne away, further pushing the 17 year old into her shell.

Beginning to feel anxious, Jeyne slowly turns her head, eyes focused on where her mother might emerge to save this situation. For just a second, her eyes grow large, pleading for the curtain to part and for her savior to emerge. Instead, her hand hits the bell. A harsh voice from the back, "Jeyne, you're up front, handle it!" None other than Sybell, Jeyne's mother.

A deer in headlights, Jeyne turns around, eyes still wide open, petrified. The woman, impatient, starts tapping her foot on the ground. She looks at Jeyne, Jeyne looks down, afraid to meet the woman's gaze. "Welcome to The Red Wedding Bridal Shop," Jeyne meekly manages to tell the woman. She continues looking down, pulling on her yellow sundress for lack of anything else to do.

Eyes still pleading with the woman, pleading for help. Big blue eyes, looking helplessly, expressing - like Jeyne's struggle to find words - fear. Unable to find any further words, Jeyne stays in her shell, she continues looking at the ground while pulling on the yellow fabric of her dress.

"I would like some help, sweetie," the woman says, clear annoyance in her voice. Instead of Jeyne's prayers for words to flow from her mouth magically being answered, she finds herself hoping that mom doesn't hear. If mother hears, or rather does not, then surely Jeyne will be punished, and Gawen, her father, will make his apprentice, Jeyne's special someone, take a few days off.

Yet desired words never come, practice refuses to make a difference. Hands still in her dress, Jeyne looks up, her eyes still helplessly stuck. With What? The question refuses to come, Jeyne's mouth barely even opens to mouth the words. The shopper starts moving towards Jeyne, and she tries backing up, but is caught by the counter. She's not afraid of the woman, just any interaction with her. Too shy to talk. Petrified.

Seeing how absolutely terrified Jeyne is of the woman, she stops moving towards the wide-eyed seventeen year old girl. Exasperated, she says, "I'm just here to look around, can you please calm down." Her words have no calming effects on Jeyne who continues cowering against the counter, still unable to use her voice.

Jeyne raises her shaking arm and makes a sweeping motion. Look around, she wants to say, but does not have the desire to even try. The woman takes Jeyne's signal and turns towards the many dresses on mannequins, allowing Jeyne to exhale a minute squeak. To cover, she pushes herself onto the counter, crossing her legs, remembering how to keep the small honor her family has.

Any attempts at a cover up fail, the shopper turns, looking surprised and suspicious. The small comfort Jeyne felt disappears. She turns around once more, begging for anyone in the back of the shop to come and save her. They do not. Tears begin to well in Jeyne's eyes, her heart pounds in her chest. Only Robb's presence can calm her down. He's her shield, her safety net, her rock, her protection, and most importantly the love of her life. His shoulder is her safe haven, the only place where Jeyne is a far cry from shy.

As she turns towards the onlooking woman, Jeyne makes no effort to hide her tears, hoping they will cause her bane to leave. To Jeyne, she is just like Robb's mom, Caroline, unwelcoming, unfriendly. Even when Robb is with Jeyne, Caroline still causes the seventeen year old to bundle up inside herself. The patron just stares at Jeyne before eventually shrugging her shoulders, muttering something inaudible, and turning out the door.

With tears in her eyes, Jeyne pulls her feet over the counter and through the curtain. The sobs continue, ignoring any calls from her mother or father. Wishing only to be by herself or with Robb in her room. When Jeyne gets to her room in the back, she takes no care in slamming the old, worn down door. On the inside of the door are drawings, some falling off from ages ago, some recent and sticking as strong as very.

Fashion is a solace, it is how Jeyne expresses herself. The emotions she fails at conveying through words make their way onto paper as design, and maybe, one day, into existence. But with tears in her eyes, she sits and starts to draw her emotions that she is too shy and timid to express with words.


History

Born to Gawen and Sybell Schell, Jeyne's family has only recently been a part of District Eight. In fact, the dark days were the time when the Schell family moved from Four to the lower Eight, in an attempt to move inland. Ever since the end of the rebellion, they have been running the Red Wedding Bridal Shop, often a stop for soon to be brides in District Eight.

Yet when Jeyne was born, the two decided to not have any other children despite the Schell name lacking anyone to keep it going. They nurtured their daughter even when she did not open up, even when she was shy around her own parents. Soon, she realized they were helping her, and she opened up. Yet she was still scared of people she did not know, she could not handle meeting new people, even with the help of her parents.

Then, a bit over a year ago, things changed. Jeyne met Robb, and somehow he reached her, got through her shells, made her open up. Although she never met him before, the two connected and have been dating nearly the whole time since. She still struggles with virtually everyone else, except for when she is clinging to Robb, him standing as her rock.



Face Claim - Georgia Jagger

Codeword - odair


Other - I know history is short, but I know how I'll RP her (see: personality), and I think it's good enough.