Saura Song >D1< [DONE]

Saura Song >D1< [DONE] Dec 23, 2013 4:38:43 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Dec 23, 2013 4:38:43 GMT -5

Does, Says, Thinks

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A small groan escapes my lips as I take the sleek metal into my hand.
Write your full name on the space given below.
The pen meets paper, my hand dancing across the page leaving a trail of familiar scrawl. Saura Lee Song. The name forced upon me by birth. I despised having any connection with my parents. And the last name, branded upon me the moment I took my first breath, was the strongest one.
Write your age below.
Was I really fifteen? Had I truly failed to be reaped for four years? Did I only have three years before everything I had ever wanted slipped from my fingers? I knew no other life but my training. Nothing could compare to the crippling pain that seized my body every time another girl's name was pulled from that glass bowl. The warm tears that slid down my cheeks as disappointment consumed my very being. My carefully kept hair askew from long white fingers raking through it. My cheeks, so often devoid of color, flushed a dark red after hours of endless sorrow. The 66th games had proved as nothing but more disappointment in and already disappointing life.
Write your area of residence on the line provided
District one, a giant, shiny facade. Filled with pain and corruption, topped with a nice bow. Not that it's different anywhere else. All districts are laced heavily with corruption and thankfully coming from a wealthy family, I'm on the higher end of things.
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I am: Male/Female
My pen forms a shaky circle around "female". Despite what I have been told in passing by voices filled with malice, I have never doubted my gender. As a child, even so much as a year ago, I had developed little to none. My body help no figure, resembling that of a pencil, but thinner. Now, after countless hours of training and an increased appetite, curves have settled on my chest and hips. It's almost as if little waves flow on my body. No longer a child, my gaunt face has begun to fill out, though my skin remains a pale ivory.

Folding the form delicately, I placed it in it's holder. The sound of paper cutting through air assures me my application has been sent. I bite a carefully painted lip, my eyes resting upon my slender nose. My mind wanders to how much has changed in the past year as my feet trace the familiar path back to my home. Training, still taking up most of my time, has fallen second only to my emotions. They control me, like a hand controlled by thought. My heart is proudly bore upon my sleeve, and my mind has little to no say in the matter.
Passion.
Pride.
Arrogance.
Stupidity.

What has become of me in this short year. A mindless drone made a girl. A loveless life lit aflame.

I rarely go home anymore. The poison that runs through my father's veins has become far too potent, as though it has replaced the thick crimson that once flowed there. My mother has begun to refuse her meals, slowly beginning to wither away. The bones in her face become hollow. It seems as though her cheeks have collapsed upon themselves. I cannot stand to see either of them, I cannot stand them. Too wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to their only daughter.

Selfish.

When I do return home, my footsteps are light. My breath catches in my lungs and every creak sends shivers down my spine. My parents haven't seen me for months, which i think they prefer. Taking their food and changing my clothes, I put forth a facade of impeccable perfection.

I love my family.

I sleep in whatever bed will have me, as long as it's embrace isn't that of my own room's. Perhaps on the floor of a friends, or in the arms of my villain. And I dream, wonderful dreams of escape. I wish my parents to be gone, dead. So that they no longer tag on my subconscious like a scab hanging by a thread.

Heartless?

Don't you see it there, on my sleeve?