darcy murdock | d4 | fin

[ryan]

darcy murdock
fifteen
fiery
aggressive
protective
district four
career
will willingly fight you for fun because it bring her joy
ethel cain

[ryan]

darcy.

what a stupid fucking name.

you hate it, but it does make sense at the end of the day. however, there is no way your old man could have even guessed that from the moment you were born. "dark one" is what it means and the last time you checked, you did not feel like you were dark. you felt like dynamite ready to explode, but that was a much different type of image than dark.

maybe its because of your fathers choices when it came to raising you that he decided to name you the dark one. you knew the story of your grandfathers victory like the back of your hand, even as a child.

its haunting you more than you want to admit it.

they dont look at you with dead eyes. they being other people in the district. murdock was just a name to you, and to be frank, you wanted to ruin it. the lashing out, the fury you felt when your father had even looked at you. nothing could match that intensity.

they all said you had a huge ego, but that is where you found joy. those misconceptions are what made you tick. your siblings had been scared of you. for all the right reasons.

the amount of times you lashed out for the most minimal reasons had even perplexed your father. the minutes you spent under water was the peace that you needed. anything more were just wounds that you wore with pride.

that sadist mindset would earn you a reputation around the district. people knew not to get into fights with you, because you did not play fair. you did just enough to not get in trouble with the trainers, but an extra punch or rule broken was almost commonplace when you were paired up with other kids in the academy.

when youd come home, your father had always been waiting for you. they kept tabs on you after all. however, you did not fight him, you wanted to embarrass him in public, he deserved the negative attention. you knew all too well, appearance was everything and your father couldnt have any of his children acting out.

that didnt stop you. your ego would die first before that would ever happen.

it had been a little quiet in the house since circe had left. watching her in the games was almost like a fever dream. for the first time in a long time, your father had been planted in front of that tv. its almost scary to think that he cared. you knew that he didnt care about circe. he only cared about how she made him look.

her death had come swiftly, and within the next hour, you were already in the water.

it probably didnt help that you laughed when she was struck down by her own district partner.

the water tasted particularly salty that day.

but you knew that the taste in his mouth was even saltier.

you had relished in that as you counted the minutes.

[ryan]

omg, almost a year later, but hey [nyte] shes finished!

[[nyte]]

I am so, so very sorry to have missed this ping. Perhaps I am the one who should be drowned - however this is absolutely a treat to read and I'm so glad to have another murdock in the crew (haha get it. crew.)

anyway accepted of course!