Argyle Yancy // D12 // DONE

[Emma]

Name: Argyle Yancy
Age: 14 15 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 12
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Codeword: odair
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BERTIE GILBERTTTTTTTT <3

[Emma]

You make me happy, whether you know it or not
We should be happy, that's what I said from the start
I am so happy
Knowin' you are the one that I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days, you all of my days

My name is Argyle. It's pronounced like a pirate "ARGGHH" with a "gyle" on the end. I like to say it that way. "Oh, what's your name?" "ARGGGyle." I have't got me a funny last name. "Yancy." It rhymes with "Fancy." But ironic enough, I'm not too fancy. I like my simple little life. See, I live in upper-class District Twelve. Lots of people here aren't too good off. My family is, I guess. We have what we need. We can have a few luxuries. I mean, I get some sweets on holidays, and we still get to have sweet jam on our morning bread. Both of my parents are alive and well. I was born to them, first of three, fourteen short years ago. I was a fat baby. They told me, I used to eat until I puked. But from my understanding, lots of babies do that.

Pa's got a shop in town. He sells shoes and stuff. Like laces and police and other things that are shoe related. I work there sometimes, working the front desk, and fitting folks with the right friend for their foot. He sells women's shoes, kid's, men's shoes, boots, slippers, and everything else. He's got ones made of leather, swede, clothe and burlap. We got expensive ones, and ones that are really quite cheap. We have every colour of lases to match your shoes and polish for the polished ones. "Come to the Yancy Shoe-shop! We got everything in here!" Sometimes Pa makes me stand outside the store and ask people to come in with the promise of a discount or a coupon or something. I charm them with my humor.

I think myself funny, I suppose. That's what people tell me, anyways. My friends all laugh whenever I open my mouth, even when I'm not trying. I can always come up with funny, little puns and jokes at a moments notice, and am able to keep a conversation going with ease. It take practice. I do in front of a mirror often. I stand in front of our sink and talk to the handsome gentlemen in the reflection, and tell him jokes, and use some small-talk and then stop to tell him how attractive he is. He has stubborn, blonde hair that stands on end and points to one side. He got that from his parents. He looks like all the other town-folk, with his blue eyes. His eyelashes are blonde too, so his eyes look bluer than they are. He has dark eyebrows over his eyes, thick and bushy, but they go good with his wide jawline face and his large, round nose. Hes got these lips too, plump and pink, and above that, a particularly round, indented chin, in which he is always trying to stick things in, like pencils.

I hang out with the other town-kids. You can usually tell which ones are which. The town kids are blonde, blue eyed, and usually well fed. The other kids are from The Seam. They tend to be poor, and live in small houses. They are the coal-miners, the ones who do our District's dangerous, dirty work. They are often very skinny, from hunger, small, from malnutrition, with dark hair, and grey eyes. I have grownup reasonably fed, so I am quite tall. I stand about five foot seven. Reasonable height for a pubescent fourteen year old. My body is naturally wide, my shoulders, a far width, and my hips are small, like the average male. I suppose I am pretty strong. Not as strong as some, but stronger than most Seam kids. You could estimate on your average 14 year old who does about 10 push-ups a week. Athletics have never been my thing, I have always relied on myself being charismatic.

I am sociable, oh yes. I am not, however, very intelligent. I often have to stop and scratch my head at things. Humor is not included in this, usually. The kind of joke me and my friends make are usually simple, and nonintellectual. I don't do overly well in school. I already said I live a simple life. By that I meant, I AM simple. My friends laugh at my stupidity. I am annoying to those who aren't my friends. I have been told so, that's how I know. As far as popularity goes, I'd say I'm close to the top. I mean, my Pa makes shoes, and I am a Townie. Everyone knows the Townies. Anyone with the right state of mind would. I am the shoe kid. I know all about shoes. I love them. Feet are one of my favourite things. I don't know why, but they fascinate me. Some day I hope to master the art of shoe-making and take over Pa's shop, when hes too old and frail to do it himself. I sort of see it as my life dream. There isn't much else to do in this crummy district. I have learned to love my job at our shop, and I can see myself working there, and raising my own little Yancys to help me with my shop.

I have two little siblings. Ham Yancy, my twelve year old brother. Sometime I call him Porky, since hes named after a pig. I also have a sister, Madalith Yancy, who is ten. I just call her Maddie usually, except for when I am mad at her. Neither of them seem to like working in the shop much, so I figure I got a pretty good shot at getting it when we are all old. We live with our Parents, Quinne Dayle Yancy, my Ma, and Lupenier Yancy, my Pa. We live above our shop. I share a room with Ham, and Madalith gets her own tiny bedroom. We have one bathroom upstairs, and one in the shop, but we only let our most favourite customers use it. We also have a fair dining/eating area, and Ma and Pa have a good bedroom. We are, as I said, pretty well off. We have usually had good money, since our shop brings in lots of wage. Ma works there too, she spins laces and sews soles and things, while Pa does the heavy stitch work and the bottoms in the back workshop. I run the shop bit, selling the shoes, and using my funny words to convince that man to buy another pair. Maddie and Ham usually leave, but that means they don't get much pocket money. I earn a little bit of spare change for myself. I usually buy things like sweets or a pack of cards or something.

Aside from shoes, I love potatoes. They are just the greatest. Mashed, baked, fried, scalped, every potato is a good potato. I would eat them for every meal if I could. I would eat potatoes until I exploded into a starchy mess if it were possible. I can never get enough of them. We grow them in our garden, and buy them from the Grocer. Ma makes the best potatoes. She is a good cook anyways. She has had to feed three kids and a hungry shoemaker for nearly 20 years. That's how long they have been married. I take after them a lot. Like me, they are both funny people. They make everyone laugh, and are never mad. I'm not usually mad either. Instead of going crazy to holding a grudge, I just play it off with a comeback, usually humiliating whoever was trying to draw a reaction. I can respond instantly. Whatever I feel pops into my head, and often turns their cheeks pink.

I live by the rules of "Laugh while you can, because you never know when it will be silenced." I live my life how I feel, and smile through the worst. The key to my happiness is not getting stressed out about silly things. My life isn't complicated, and nobody's does if they don't want it to be. If you take the time to slow down and enjoy life, you will conquer it. If your life ambition is to be a ruler of all the world, then good luck to you. I want to be a shoe-maker.

{Song :: Happy - Nevershoutnever}
{Faceclaim :: Bertie Gilbert}
{Colours :: Something Funny :: Aplen}


You're lookin' so fresh, it's catchin' my eye
Why oh why did I not see this before
The girl I adore was right in front of me
And now I'll take a step back and look in your eye
And ask why it took so long to see we're meant to be

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[Emma]

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[rook]

Your writing is coming on in leaps and bounds, Emma. Good stuff.

Accepted.

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