{ rinny dardens } { d 4 } { fin }

[Dreams]

Name: Rinny Arielle Dardens
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

what do you mean

I need to find a face claim

you cray cray



I found one ha

Personality:

hmm kleptomaniac and very unpleasant yes perfeect

History:

what well she has a younger bro with dyslexia so yay happy times she's really mean to him

okay so maybe I do need to find a face claim

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

:I no.

[Dreams]

i got a silver tongue
but no words to say
i got a key to her heart
on the back of my own
have unlimited time

with nowhere to go

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"They love me. The love me not. They love me. They love me not. They love me."

My tapered fingers tear off the last petal, tears watering in my eyes. Lies. They abandoned me, 14 years ago. They didn't love me. They didn't even want me. I thought they did, they convinced me they did. I was wrong. They hated me. I never understood why. Not until I went to live with my aunt. She told me everything about my dad's past life and why he would do such a thing to me. She knows exactly why. She knows it because it happened to her, too. Auntie Arielle was abandoned by her own two parents because she was a girl, as simple as that. They wanted my dad so that their family name could be carried on farther, since most girls inherit their spouse's last name when they marry. My father got that mindset. Our house was small, tight, compact. There was room for one child and one child only. So, when I was ten years old, I was shipped off to rich o'l Auntie Arielle's. I sometimes flash back to when they cared.

"That's right, just square yourself, balance, balance is key..." Her calloused hands were place gently at my waist, steadying my body as I struggled to stay on the surfboard. The water was rocking under my feet, as if it were trying to knock my over. At the end of the day, of course, whenever I caught a wave I simply toppled into the water. But my Auntie was patient with me. And at the end of the week, I was doing pretty well for a nine year old girl. I got out everyday. Surfing, I think, is my serenity now. The only thing that keeps me from going insane or crying all evening.

The main reason why I got kicked out was because of my baby brother, Rei. He's spoiled, that's what he is. A little snob with his nose stuck up in the air. But he has dyslexia. I learned that from whispers on the street and even asked him at school. He rudely barged off and I took that as a yes since this must have been a very touchy subject for him. But I found a weakness. He took my spot, I'll just make sure he is very sad that he did. Not physical, no, he's muscular. Mental. Verbal. He gets hurt easily by that, I've figured out. Rei, you'll wish you were never born.

I started career training when I went to Auntie Arielle's place. I don't know why, I was just driven to that. I wanted to impress them, my parents, somehow. I wanted to have them look my way and think to themselves maybe we should have kept her. I want them to see me. I want them to love me again. Of course, Auntie Arielle loves me very much, but it just isn't the same. I just want my parents to be like they were. I want them to want me, and if surfing and career training won't do it, I'm not sure what will. But I don't even know if they recognize me. I've grown into a tall and slender young lady, who's face has definitely thinned of baby fat. I don't know. I see them around sometimes, with Rei. I hate him so much. But, I suppose, they're all too good for me anyway.

i got the gift of sight
but no view to see
ive got a mind of thought
full of disbelief
ive got a ticket to ride with no reason to leave

ive got passion and will


but to what degree?

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I sat down next to a boy just a few years younger than me, I can tell by his face shape. School detention. Another hour of sitting patiently, which I am quite skilled of, until the teacher tells us to go. I've gotten used to these. I zone out of lectures. Another quick glance and he is vaguely familiar. My brother. Rei. I know it. I remember him. How his face was so adorable with how round and chubby it was, with dimples floating around his face whenever he grinned, which was a lot. Enter me, a narrow faced girl with a long nose and thin lips. Less desirable, less adorable. I was the girl who got shadowed by her brother. It hurts, it hurts so much. I hate him so much for him. I can't help it. I've never felt such loathing before. Except when I'm around him, my stupid brother. My replacement.

"So, dyslexia, what'd you do to end up here?" I hiss at him with my serpentine voice. His eyes are enraged and every defined muscle tenses in his arms. It's funny, to see him like this. Calming, amusing. He can't explode. That's how gets in trouble, he explodes. Doing it now would get him deeper. Arrogance, a mask I wear constantly, covers my face. Everyone has a weak spot. I'm not scared of him. I'm not scared of anyone or anything. I find pleasure in other's displeasure. I shouldn't but I do. Especially in Rei's displeasure. He squints at me, trying to find a comeback in the jumble of words floating in his head. I've always been quick witted. I've always been able to tease this boy, I've found his weaknesses, I prey on them. He's too soft to hurt me, anyway. I'm not scared. "At least I didn't end up here because of being a kleptomaniac." He shoots back slowly, trying to find his metaphorical footing. A small smirk tugs at my face. He'll never be a match for me, not verbally. I'm too good. My tongue has been sharpened over the years.

"I steal things because I like to. Tell me, Rei, do you like having nothing for a brain?" I retort sharply. I have to admit, it was somewhat harsh, but it's not my fault I hate him. It's not my fault that he took my spot. Perhaps it's my fault I have a grudge on him, but I normally don't remove grudges. And even if I did, he could never be forgiven. I do steal things a lot, enough to call me a kleptomaniac. I suppose it's because I think thievery and items will make me feel good; like nothing has been stolen from me. I take a lot of Rei's stuff, but he doesn't notice. It annoys me. You can find trinkets in my room if you look hard enough. Guilt forms layer by layer but it has become habitual. I can't stop myself from snatching something left out in the open. If you want to keep it, why just leave it there? If it has any value, you should keep it close. If you can, that is. But perhaps the things that have value will just push you away. No, no don't think about that right now, Rinny. My lacy fingers brush his face lightly, touching his soft tanned skin, like mine, every so delicately. No, I'm no match for him physically, with my wiry frame, narrow shoulders, and barely no muscle at all. I'm tall, almost as tall as him, and people call me wispy for it. Just a slight and slender girl who could probably fall over if the breeze blew hard enough. I'm not her. I used to be her. I've toughened up. I look into his deep, wide brown eyes, just like mine, and a grin breaks my face.

"Don't have a comeback, mush-brain?" I whisper. His long eyelashes flutter with frustration, I have those same eyelashes. I have the same brunette, wispy hair tousled and messy. I have almost everything he has. I'm not good enough. I've told myself a million times. I'm not good enough, I'll never be good enough. So, I suppose, hurting the person that is good enough will make me feel better. It just widens the hole in my heart. I don't let it show. I don't let anything show. Rei doesn't know, no one knows, I'm soft enough to burst into tears whenever and wherever. But I have an indifferent mask to hide it. Emotion makes me weak if I let others know. Rei lets me know that talking about his dyslexia gets to him. So I feed off of that. I'm unpleasant, I admit, but my childhood is unpleasant too. At least I have something to point a finger at.

"Not a surprise."

And the monotone lecture begins.

I don't get bored because my brother and I exchange glares of pure hatred every second until it ends. What a family reunion.[/color][/color][/justify][/blockquote]

we take our place
on lonely graves
upon this stage
but the roar
of youth

becomes a whisper


of age...

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odair

wc 1400

fc ines petersen

we dwell among things
that we've lost on the way
never guessed this
could fade
and never thought

forever


could feel just like yesterday...[/i]
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[Dreams]

Finish!

I don't know if I weaved enough sentences in but the first section is mainly history and the second is a mix of appearance and personality.

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