ABRIL BARBRA HEMMINGS, DISTRICT THIRTEEN

ABRIL BARBRA HEMMINGS, DISTRICT THIRTEEN Nov 17, 2011 2:45:49 GMT -5

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ABRIL
BARBRA
HEMMINGS ★

“SOMETHING HAS CHANGED WITHIN ME”

Something is not the same.

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AGE . I am Seventeen years of age.
GENDER . I am a Starlet.
DISTRICT . District Thirteen.
OCCUPATION . Singer/Actress/Student.
SEXUALITY . Um....well.....*blush*....I've never kissed anyone before....
TALKING . Gray Red
DOING . Into
DEEP THOUGHT . Nudophobia
SINGING . Keoki-smile
HEARING . Yellow Apricot

APPEARANCE .

“I'M THROUGH WITH PLAYING BY THE RULES”

Of someone else's game.[/right]

"I am not a beauty."

I know this, and don't worry, I've come to terms with it. It's just hard sometimes not to sigh with envy when [Quinn] passes by with her long blonde hair, and pouty lips. Me, I'm stuck with a big old nose, and plain brown eyes to match my plain old hair. Some people describe their eyes, saying they have gorgeous flecks of gold, and such amazing beauty. My eyes are so dark brown that they appear to be black. When I can't help wishing that they were an interesting colour like violet. Because maybe then people would look at me more. It's funny here, almost as if you're not pretty, then you're not worth other people's time. Who would have thought that there was a pettier place than the capital?

Don't get me wrong though. I may not have that same beautiful look as most of the girls in our tiny school, but I do think I'm pretty. In fact, sometimes I think my dark dark eyes are kind of cool. My eyes aren't very rounded though. in fact, they're a almost flat on the bottom, until they curve up in an ark to reach the other side. There are never dark rings or bags around them, because I strive to keep myself well rested. My dads say it's because of my heritage. So what if they aren't the same as other people's? I'm special. My hair falls to midback, in fat, unruly ringlets. It's doesn't listen much when I tell it to do things, and sometimes it's pretty straight. It really has a life of it's own. It's dark in colour, to match my eyes, and because of this, it glistens in the flickering lights of District Thirteen. My bangs fall in a diagonal curtain just above my left eye my left eye, in a small wave. It's sort of badly cut as well, because I do it myself, so there are stray little hairs due to layers.

My ears are relatively small, and usually hide behind my hair anyway, unless of course my hair is pulled back. I enjoy wearing headbands to keep the hair back from my face, or I stick it all up in a messy bun or smooth ponytail. I own a lot of headbands, as I sort of have a collection. When my hair is up, my ears have the manners to stay close to my head, so they don't stick out. My face is oval shaped, and is rather long, making my eyes look a little bit spaced out. My nose is big and sticks out, and I sort of hate it. What I wouldn't give for a cute little button nose like some people's. My lips are full and round, and they are slightly pink in colour. Making me naturally not need lipstick. My mouth is pretty big though, which really helps when I'm belting out one of my songs. My front teeth are a tiny bit crooked, and when I smile, my lower lip rests crookedly to make me appear like I'm smirking half the time.

I stand at the tall height of five feet, and one inches, so I'm a little short for my age. I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't for the fact that it's just another thing for the other kids to bully me about. I weigh a measly one hundred and four pounds, so there's not really a lot to me. It's not from lack of trying however, because I do eat a lot, and it's not even like I'm underweight. I'm just small. Because of this, Sometimes I feel like a child in the hallways, even though I'm almost an adult with a personality to match it. My legs are long and gangly, so I'm always tripping over myself. I see Bentley almost floating down the hallway and I die a little inside about how amazing she looks. While the only thing I'm graceful at is the way I can run my fingers along a piano. My hands are small, but the digits attached to them are long and thin enough to make their own dance along their playground. My nails are carefully kept a good length, and always clean.

My favourite things to wear are the children's animal sweaters that Thirteen always seems to have a large amount of. I'm pretty sure they come from Granny Cerise, who is always continuously knitting. I'm usually found in one of those and a skirt, although I really love long sleeved dresses that fall to just above the knee. I pair those with knee-high socks and black flats. I don't wear a lot of make-up either mostly because I don't know how to apply it. I haven't poked holes through my ears yet either because honestly the idea of doing that kind of scares me. As for jewelry, the only thing I wear is a small, silver ring that is a simple band with three hearts attached on the top. I wear it on my left ring finger, like a wedding ring to show that my heart belongs to my dreams. It was the only thing my mother left me, and I cherish it with all my heart.

PERSONALITY .

“TOO LATE FOR SECOND-GUESSING”

Too late to go back to sleep.[/right]

Whenever I sign my name anywhere, I stick a little gold star beside it. Because that star is a metaphor for me being a star, and metaphors are important.

It's ridiculous how much people don't believe me when I tell them that one day I shall be a very famous capitolite star because once they hear me, I know they won't be able to live without me. But there is nothing that I am better at than singing and ballet, so I am perfect for the stage, it's that simple. No matter how hard you look, you'll never find anyone as talented as me. So I suppose that's why I get bullied. My school chums are just afraid of my huge talent. It's understandable, so I am willing to forgive them. I mean, who wouldn't be intimidated by all this amazing? I know you can't see me gesturing to myself, but just imagine it. There is no one out there who wants it more than I do either. No one. I mean, I spend all my life preparing myself.

Right after classes, I stay at school and practice on District Thirteen's third out of three pianos, trying my darnedest to get everything right. I practice my singing for at least two hours daily, and I take long walks around the District to keep myself fit. It's too bad I have to say no to all the.....invitations.....I receive, but a girl has got to work hard for what she wants, and oh do I want it bad. I don't have time for friends...none at all. Instead I teach myself from old music books and try to master the strange syllables they hold that are nothing like the language of Panem. I can't help enjoying the way they twist the tongue, the faded notes and pronunciations barely visible. I like to take the old music and restore it, even copy it out onto a new page, it's a hobby of mine.

I love music more than I like breathing air. Whenever I'm at home, I sing, in the shower, reading a book, cleaning the dishes. Anywhere, on the streets of District Thirteen, and even in the back of the classroom, under my breath. I know that music is the one thing I have going for me. When I'm in the spotlight, I can forget what I look like, or how people feel about me, because all I need is the warmth of silence when I sing. There's something about hitting that one pure note, that I'm forever searching for. I can tell when I hit it, because it just feels so completely right, and when I leave the note, I feel sad. I'm always searching for it, and have only ever found it a few times. But I think that it's the reason why I sing, because when I hit it, I'm in my little slice of heaven. Nothing can touch me, nothing can hurt me because I can make this sound.

I know that people hate me, but I don't care. Because all that matters to me is becoming a star. And besides, all the comments I have received have helped me to become a better performer because it's gotten to the point where I can cry on demand. All I have to do is remember something that someone said, and the tears start. Once I kept a notebook of all the nice things someone has said to me, and all the mean things, and I had to start writing mean things in my nice things notebook. So I just threw them out. I tell myself daily that I don't care what people think about me, and I don't. If you tell yourself something over and over again, it'll eventually become true. At least that's what my two gay dads say, and they are hardly ever wrong.

I'm a pretty open person because of them. They've been through a lot in their lifetime because of their love for each other. For some reason, people think it's bad to be with the one you love, which is completely ludicrous. I haven't ever seen anyone more in love each other than them, and because of that, I plan to wait for my soul mate before I lose my virginity. They are also the ones that have fueled my love for the arts, introducing me to old performers from years and years ago, and from this, my idol was found. Barbra Streisand was the most amazing lady of her time. In the short paragraph of information on the record cover, it tells of how she overcame society's view of her to become a great star, even though she wasn't considered beautiful. It hit me right then that I was just like her. I was proud to have my middle name be her first.

I will do anything to become a star, even if that means stepping all over people. I used to feel bad about it, but once people stopped caring about me, the feeling went away. I just think it's really sad that they are so jealous of my talent, that they feel the need to dislike me. There is nothing more important than my career, and there is no one more important than it. Honestly, the reason I have so much time to practice is because I don;t get any invitations. I watch girls stroll away from the classroom daily, arm in arm. Boys walk off together to hang out, sometimes the girls and boys go off together. There was one time when everyone left together. But no one turned around to look at me, so I just trailed along behind.

When in music class, I do my best to help my fellow peers when they can't seem to find the right note. I have perfect pitch you know, so it's really not a problem for me. I don't mind teaching music to people, in fact, if I can't make it to the Capitol, of course I will, I might just take over Mr. Sheuster's job once he finally decides to retire. I also see it as my duty to get the best grades possible in all my courses so that when I arrive at the capitol, they will see that I am not only extremely talented, but also rather smart. The thing is, about me, is I know when to be classy, and when to be catty. I think that'something that girls really need in this day and age. But then again, I'm also the type of girl to slam my door for dramatic affect.

But at the same time, I choose not to attack unless provoked. If you haven't done anything to me, the likelihood is that I won't ever do anything to hurt you. In fact, even if I hurt people, I'm not very aware of it. I guess you could call me socially stupid. I've never really had friends, so I don't quite know how to treat people. I do mess up a hell of a lot though, and tend to let things spurt out when I'm really upset. And sometimes when girls walk by with their friend's they punch them in the arm, or say, "Oh my god! You're such a bitch!"I confess that it isn't something I really understand, because if she were truly her friend, why would they call them the same name they use for me. Bitch is one of the words I prefer to be called actually, because it's a lot nicer than some of the other words they have used. I suppose that if this were a story I might have started harming myself, or done something drastic by now, but you don't need to do silly stuff like that when your name is Abril Hemmings.

HISTORY .

“IT'S TIME TO TRUST MY INSTINCTS”

Close my eyes, and leap.[/right]

I was born to my two gay dads seventeen years ago. They decided that they were so happy together that they wanted to expand their family. So they hired a baby momma who was paid to have me so that she could get enough supplies to go to the capitol and try to live her own dreams of performing. They mixed their sperm together, so we still don't know who the father is to this day. My mother left before I really got a chance to know her, so I only had my fathers to raise me. I like to think they did a good job of it too. They gave me all they could afford, and tried to grow in me my love for what they loved most too! Life was very simple in my childhood. I spent it running around like a normal kid does, playing in the hallways of the District, and trying not to get tagged.

But when I turned five, I had set my sites on stardom and I no longer had the time to play outside with the other kids my age. I had to get started on my career. I wanted to go to the capitol and find my mommy, because Finn's mother, the little boy from down the street, was really pretty, and she sang to him and tucked him into bed at night, and it made me jealous that I had no mother to sing to me. My dads say I got all my musical talent from her because they don't sing or play an instrument. But that's okay because I have enough talent for all three of us. When I was six something happened to alter my perception of the children around me, making me realize how much more evolved I was.

I was on a walk with my dads, and we got to the park. When we arrived, parents stood around, and I ran to join the children who played. It was tag, and everyone was tackling each other, but at that point I might as well have been a four year old for the size I was. I was afraid, so I ran behind one of my dad's legs, and when I came out, I got strange looks. These children looked at me as if I were an alien because my dads were holding hands, and standing comfortably together, talking to the other parents. There were some who didn't talk to them, turned their backs on them because they held hands. I thought that maybe they were afraid of germs. Now that I'm older I realize that it's not what it was at all. Then one kid, lifted a finger, and told me something I would never forget.

She said, "They're weirdos." Her blue eyes were devoid of emotion. It was just her stating a fact, telling me that my dads were weird. I didn't get it, I still don't get it. How can love be a weird thing? To me, love is love is love. But when her blonde head turned away in dismissal, and Finn turned to follow her, I somehow felt less. Less than a person because my fathers were less because they loved each other. I didn't like the feeling, didn't want to feel it again. So we stopped going to the park. I didn't want to play with those kids anymore, and I was pretty sure that they didn't want to play with me either. It's okay though, I know I'm special, different from the other kids. Because I have a talent that's so mine, no one else is as good as me. Because I have given up my life to this music, given up my social life as well.

So when I got into high school, it was only natural for me to join the music class. I rediscovered my joy over again taking that class. There was someplace I shined, and I could show my fellow students all the work I had put in while not being with them outside. I didn't even mind the glares I would get when I kept raising my hand to answer questions. I decided not to read the mini stories about me in the bathroom stalls, and I kept to myself except to answer questions in classrooms. But that alos meant that I didn't stand up for other students when I saw them getting hurt just as badly as me. One time I even went into the bathroom and I heard sobbing. In stead of asking what was wrong, I silently backed out. I felt all bad all over later, because I should have helped that girl. But thew likely hood would have been that she would tell me to go away.

So naturally I was overjoyed when sign-ups for a glee club came up. I knew that they would need a rising starlet like me to be in it to lead the group along. So of course I signed up. Not to mention that the teacher of the group is probably the only person who is nice to me in the school.

ANYTHING ELSE ?

IT'S TIME TO TRY DEFYING GRAVITY.

OUT OF CHARACTER .

FACE CLAIM .
ERIKA TODA • ABRIL HEMMINGS

OTHER CHARACTERS ?

Oh, that's right, I have this.

I, ELEGANT .
solemnly swear that I am actually a top-hat wearing cat. I type using my paws, and I am excellent at it, thank-you. I have far more swag in one claw than you humans ever will in your whole lives. Fierce.

CODEWORD . odair[/blockquote]