Dorothea "Thea" Day - D4 - CBD FIN

[chelsey]

Name: Dorothea beyotch
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

ANNIE CLARK <33

Personality:

DOES IT LOOK LIKE A GIVE A SHIT?

History:

DADDY JUST DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE ME GUITAR

Codeword:
Comments/Other:

[chelsey]

the singing skeleton.

f i r s t a n d l a s t // Dorothea Day

a g e o f s o n g s // seventeen

a n a t o m y o f d a u g h t e r s // female

m o r t u a r i e s a r e h o m e // District 4

t h e m e s o n g // All My Stars Aligned by St. Vincent

f a c e c l a i m // Annie Clark

I read the signs, I got all my stars aligned
My amulets, my charms, I set all my false alarms
So I'll be someone who won't be forgotten
I've got a question
And you've got the answer.

Daddy's a mortician; he gets paid for hammering the nails down on the coffins of the people who's hearts pulses no more. I wonder if he ever imagines burying my coffin right next to Mama. Daddy thinks I'm a rebel, with my guitar and night outs and box of unlit cigarettes. Almost every night, I slip over the threshold of our skeletal home and enter a world where a pitch black darkness consumes every gleam of light, where shadows are planted within every crevice and chasm of the earth. He knows where to find me: on rooftops of old abandoned buildings, strumming the song of some old sweet lullaby on the strings of my guitar, balancing a cigarette between the white claws of my teeth. Sometimes Daddy'll tell me to go back home, tell me to get to work and to prepare for the customers who're looking to dispose of their beloved dead. Other, rare times, he'll draw a box of cigarettes from his own pocket and ignite it with the flickering flame my last match provides. He'll sit down next to me, and in a humming silence, we'll watch the sky together until sunrise. He still doesn't like my guitar or it's noise, though. Daddy likes silence and peace (yet I am no silent bird that can be caged, I am the vibrating buzz of the bell that rings for freedom). But, he doesn't protest the guitar. He knows we both have different ways of coping with my mother's absence - mine's through song (and his through distance).

My mother's absence is a constant force in our home, a force begging to be heard. Daddy must've loved her.

Daddy's a mortician, and it must've broken him to hammer down the nails of his only lover's coffin.

I'll do a dance to make the rain come
Smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down
Collect the love that I've been given
Build a nest for us to sleep in here
You know it's real

c o d e w o r d

O-DAIR

c o m m e n t s a n d c o n c e r n s

NORMAL // 958391
EMPHASIS // 6e6e85
SPEECH // bfb4a1
OTHER SPEECH // 819d9d

WHAT WAS YOUR QUESTION?

I've got the answer.[/color][/font][/I][/center][/size]

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