A Night of Quiet Bliss {Dee}

A Night of Quiet Bliss {Dee} Jul 19, 2013 1:05:45 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2013 1:05:45 GMT -5

Izzabel Bennet was tired of lounging around in the Bennet household. Her sisters were making the temperament intolerable and quite uncomfortable for Izzabel; which made her trite and bitter. She preferred it to be silent when the sun comes to as she enjoyed laying in her bed; however her two youngest sisters were already up and gallivanting about, conversing about the trifling news of the day. Why can’t they enjoy their morning in peace and tranquility? she pondered as she threw the thin cotton sheet of her body. As she changed from her night linens to a dress that is more acceptable to go about the town in, she contemplated where to go to avoid her sister’s vexatious personalities.

Lydia, the youngest, is the most trying and unpleasant of the Bennet girls as she flitters from one conversation to another only to hear pieces of gossip to spread around for she is as much immature as she is egocentric. She sees herself as the apex of all girls of the age of her age. This self-image is only perpetuated by her sycophant of an older sister Catherine, who seems can form no other tangible thought of her own rather than the enduring pictures of men that she carries in her head. All other forms of intelligible thoughts seem to come from Lydia. This infuriated Izzabel like no other. How can one lady be so gullible and bemused about close to everything? She couldn't fathom how anyone can be frivolous and only care about anything inconsequential. Descending the stairs in a teeming, rippling satin white dress that matched her attitude, rippling in anger, she headed towards the front door and left for the town square.

The district was sweltering form the summer heat; which causes Izzabel to perspire profusely, which made her even more irritable than before. Usually taking a stroll through the District would repose her, however it only agitated her even more. So she headed for her oasis in the desert like condition that she felt like she was living in the Library. It was her way of avoiding everything she felt was bothering her at home. Her mother is old fashioned, as in sill has qualities from the eighteenth century old fashioned. She tried to have an arranged marriage for her two years age when she was 16 and she doesn’t believe that Izzabel should be going to the library all the time. Her mother argue all the time that she doesn't do enough “activities that are proper for a woman.” “Well bull shit to that, I'll be whoever I want to be do my own damn 'activities'” Izzabel told herself as she opened the door and strutted right on in.

The Library was amazing and awe-inspiring in ever aspect. The architecture of both the interior and exterior are wonderful old Gothic inspired that adds grandeur to the place. It deserved to have that grandeur to it as it held the many secrets the work contained; and she loved it. She loved that she had access to almost any kind of information there was out there, as well as any book that she wanted to read, just for her own pleasure. It was her place of solitude, it was her place of escape. It was spacious yet never felt cold or desolate. Warmth emanated from every aspect of the Library as the other kids were wondering along the aisles, looking for new wonders to explore. She couldn't help but to feel at home here.

She finally found her favorite section, Dance; she found the bodies can tell elaborate stories just by the way they move. Dance could be many different things; elaborate to sexy, chaotic to smooth, and everything in between and it told a different story with every step. The only thing that was needed was your body, and she loved that. She picked out a book on the contemporary style and sat down at a round table. That's when she noticed the girl sitting on the other side of the hall. Izzabel noticed her before but always by herself, not really talking much, to which Izzie found odd.

She decided to walk over to the girl, “Hi there I'm Izzabel, what's your name?”

(OOC – I'll code it later, I just wanted to get this done ASAP because you've been waiting forever for it)

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A Night of Quiet Bliss {Dee} Jul 25, 2013 16:50:19 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jul 25, 2013 16:50:19 GMT -5

[atrb=width,475,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][th]District 8 Library
Communication with Izzabel M. Bennet
Olivia A. Eines^1,2
1. Eines House, District 8, Panem
2. District Eight Library, District 8, Panem
Received on: July 25, Year of 64th Games

Figure 1.

Image of Subject 1.

Results
This experiment was done to analyze a specific person who will hereby be known as Subject 1. This experiment involves the researcher and Subject 1, and is conducted through an observed conversation. The researcher was approached by Subject 1 and the analysis began. First, the environment was noted by the researcher. The setting of the conversation was at the District 8 library, and the summer day was particularly warm (t > 9). The inside of the library was cooler (t < 6), and there were no visible signs of distress from the heat. Only a few tables were occupied (x < 5), and the researcher was sitting at her own table, reading a book on the life of a muttation.²

Subject 1 was tall (h = 6ft) with a slim build. The subject was female with short, curly hair and wide, grey-blue eyes (Figure 1). She did not appear to be familiar with the researcher, as she introduced herself as “Izzabel”. Subject 1 was holding a book that the researcher did not recognize but saw the mark that indicated it was from the dance section.³

Discussion
I conducted research on muttations to better understand their role in the Games. The book was clearly part of Capitol propaganda as the facts were mostly useless and shallow. Subject 1 held the book close to her, and I came up with the initial hypothesis that she was interested in dance, if not a dancer herself. However, her structure did not indicate the grace of a dancer. I left room for the unexpected, but I did not expect my hypothesis to modify. Her wide eyes looked earnest—unlike those who made fun of the way I spoke or looked at school.

I decided that this was an experiment worth pursuing as my research on muttations had not produced any new data. She had asked for my name, and while I preferred limiting myself from the experiment as much as possible, I made the decision to give her my name. “I am Olivia.” She had not provided a last name, so I reciprocated her manner of introduction and gave her only my first name. A few seconds passed as we looked at each other, and I took the time to notice her other physical features (see Results section). I had never noticed her in my observations before⁴, therefore removing all bias from this experiment.

She was standing next to my table, and I wished to pursue the experiment further so I motioned for her to sit down across from me in order to have a good view on her reactions throughout the investigation. “You can sit at this table.” I did not turn my view as I waited for a reaction. Topics I would like to further pursue with Subject 1 include: purpose in the library, interest in dance, purpose of communicating with the researcher.

References
1. Dee {scaredofthedark93}, Hunger Games RPG, July 25, 2013. Author. private message
2. Quintin, R., Guide to Muttations, Year of the 26th Games. Book.
3. Limora, B., Contemporary Dance, Year of the 48th Games. Book.
4. Eines, O. A., Daily Journal, Year of 64th Games. Journal.