D10 // Olivia Warsaw

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Name: O-Oh-OHHHHHHH-livia Warsaw makes good boys go bad.
Age: Perfectly legal.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 10
Appearance:

Sassy. Porn-y. Revolu(s)tionary. Borderline offensive whenever possible.

Personality:

Olivia Warsaw wants to blow you(r mind).

She aspires for her very existence to be an act of rebellion.

Panty snatcher. Porn kingpin queenpin of District Ten. Talks a big game, but when it comes to even kissing a boy, she suddenly becomes completely and utterly incompetent at life. The very outspoken virginal voice for a girl's right to objectify the male species.

Political activist. Intelligent. Argumentative. Annoyingly stubborn. Self-righteous. Overly opinionated. Intentionally difficult. Free-spirited badass. Unexpected moments of gentleness and awe at life.

Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.

History:

Her Peacekeeper father was declared a traitor to Panem, was avox'd, and sent away to the Capitol. She's got rather a large chip on her shoulder over that.

In other family news, her siblings think Olivia is a sex god goddess. Little do they know.

Her bedroom is a camera obscura: one, two, three, four, five

Frequently found smoking in the girl's bathroom, suffering detention for feminist outbursts about how women in District Ten are practically as domesticated as milking cows, or practicing her amateur photography skills.

Yeah. She's that girl with the smutty, lowbrow zine that has a habit of unexpectedly finding its way into bags and back pockets all across District Ten. It's like reverse pickpocketing. What. WHAT. You know you like it. You know your mom found a stash of back issues hidden under your mattress last week. Shame is simply you allowing other people to make you their emotional bitch, so don't be a coward. Take pride in the glorious gift Olivia has shared with you. Liberate yourself!

Okay. So she doesn't always know exactly what it is you need to be liberated from, but rest assured, she's bound and determined to free you from one kind of oppression or another that you didn't even knowww you were experiencing. DAMN THE MAN. SAVE THE EMPIRE.

Codeword:

HOLY TITS AND ASS THAT GIRL IS CRASS.

Comments/Other:

Idk am I gonna get in trouble if I use Peaches for her theme song?

Uhhh... whatever the line is, I'm probably about to cross it.

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Hangin' 'round
Downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think
About myself

( N A M E )

My momma named me Olivia when I was born — Olivia Frey Warsaw. When yer a baby, ev'ryone thinks yer somethin sweet, so of course ev'ry happy new momma has to give their bundle of joy a name so precious they think their baby girl could nev'ah outgrow it.

Ha.

And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah
There she was
Like disco superfly

( N I C K N A M E S )

But little girls, they grow up... some of us more'n oth'ahs. My broth'ahs call me Ollie, but these days, the only time anyone oth'ah than my momma calls me Olivia is when they're wailin it out like a taunt, as if the way they mockin'ly moan "Oh-Ohhh-Ohhhhhhhhhh-livia" might get unner my skin. Bring it on, you expendable flesh-sacks of dead hearts an aspirin' pancreatic tumors. Y'all act like you think I don't like it when all the boys an girls in town gath'ah round to talk dirty to me. Go ahead an rev me up; let's see if you turn out to be the one who knows how to get me goin.

Please allow me to give you jest a quick heads up howev'ah: It'll take more'n a little half-assed immaturity if you want me to do anythin more'n roll my eyes. I recognize that my expectations are several times larger'n this Podunk town though, so that doesn't seem like it's gonna happen any time soon. Til that mythical day, I'll tell you what. We'll compromise. You can call me O.

Yeah, yeah... as in the big O. The association's on purpose, numbskull, but go ahead an crack that obvious joke as if yer bein clev'ah. Jest be sure to laugh it up quick. I've got shit to do.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama, this surely is a dream

( A G E )

Ev'ah since I turned legal, I've been a busy girl. Hobbies are great when yer a kid, but it oft'n takes more'n a little determination to carry em with you into a career for adulthood. On top of that, it's widely acknowledged that ev'ryone likes what they like an how that's all well an good an nice... unless yer favorite things come with age restrictions. Then you tend to catch more disapprovin frowns than encouragement. Let's jest say that I was lookin forward to turnin eighteen even more'n yer average adolescent.

Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream
Yeah
Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream

( G E N D E R )

Maybe it all started cause I was the only daughter raised in a family of sturdy, classically masculine sons, but I'm not yer average John-Joe tomboy, that's fer damn well sure. I don't care one spliff about tossin footballs around or fixin up mechanical junk, but my broth'ahs an I wound up seein eye to eye on enough of the fin'ah points of life appreciation that we all get along jest fine. The average accidents of our youth have led to extraordinary aspirations for our futures an that, well, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. I'm keen on witnessin the soul in ev'ryday events an possess a special talent for knowin how to take things furth'ah than most people think possible. I know how to push the boundaries of all kinds of things. Particularly anti-straight-laced, not-supposed-to things. We all have our specialties aft'ah all.

Hangin' 'round
Downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin'
'Bout myself

( D I S T R I C T / A R E A )

The only boundary it seems I'll nev'ah be able to push is the one surroundin District Ten. Maybe I'm bigg'ah than this hillbilly haven, but that's not gonna help me break outta this joint. Instead it's just gonna make my stay a little more uncomfortable, make it so's I nev'ah fit in like I'm supposed to. This is nothin too unusual though, seein as how I've nev'ah been one for fittin into much of anythin.

And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah
There she was
Like disco lemonade

( A P P E A R A N C E )

I've always been too tall. Too skinny. Too pale. Too blonde. Too far in the gutt'ah. Guess the basics of what it comes down to is that I'm too much fer anyone round here to know what to do with, much less to handle.

A lotta of people, they try'n treat me like I'm one of my broth'ahs. Re-imaginin me as jest anoth'ah one of those raucous, smart-mouthed Warsaw boys makes it easi'ah fer em to find a nice go-to reaction so's they don't have to both'ah thinkin too much. What a disaster that would be. Sure, sure, I've gotta little bit 'o tomboy-tomfool'ry in me, but not the kind you can look at. Maybe my balls are bigg'ah than what's usual fer a girl, but ain't no one can look at me an tell me I don't have tits an ass enough to prove I'm no boy.

Sorry. Breasts an bum. I meant that I've got breasts an bum enough to prove I'm a born an bred female. I promised my momma I'd make an effort to watch my mouth on Sundays — try an pretend to be a good girl on The Good Day. Anoth'ah compromise.

My back-up plan fer the future is to go into politic'in, so's it don't hurt me none to shine up my give-an-take skills now. That's maybe part of why I still look like a girl, despite my bad-boy habits. Somewhere along the line I made a deal with my momma that I'd at least make sure I still looked like a girl, seein as how — accordin to... ev'ryone — I don't do such a prop'ah job of actin like one most'a the time. She don't even mind my short-shorts or crop tops so long as I don a dress now an then an keep my hair grown long enough to tickle the small of my back, figurin that people got worse trash to talk about me than my wild child style. 'S no secret these days that the most scandalous thing about me isn't how I look... 's what I'm lookin at.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama, this surely is a dream

( H I S T O R Y )

There's a lotta things people got wrong about me — a whole damn lotta things — but it ain't no lie when all the mommas an papas gath'ah up their littl'uns an warn em to stay away from that no good OHHHHHHHHHHlivia Warsaw. "She's a dangerous girl with a foul mouth and a dirty mind," they say when they think I'm not listenin or when they jest don't care if I am. Well, if we're bein honest, then I'll admit that these kinds of accusations are difficult to deny when yer the veritable porn kingpin of District Ten.

My momma didn't raise no loose legged sleaze queen, but ev'rybody seems to think she did, jest cause I gotta fondness fer raisin hell an hemlines. 'S been about seven years since I accidentally turned up a supposed-to-be-secret stash of pornographic photos in my old'ah broth'ah Jonah's room an discovered a facet of collective humanity that brought me somethin more akin to comfort than gutter-brained pleasure. I kept em — those pictures of centerfold girls with seductive gasps tuggin at their lips an all that sinful skin bared like their bodies weren't meant fer nuthin else. That's where all the trouble with Olivia Warsaw started, even though no one sides my broth'ahs actually found out about my love of filth until this last year or so.

I won't lie an say those scandalous photos didn't make my blood run a little redd'ah even then — 'stead I'll jest say that day was full up with revelations for me. What really caught me though, was how's I fell a little in love with the people in those pictures an the way they knew how to show ev'rythin to the whole wide world... except their honest emotions. I realized that me an anyone else lookin at images like those, we couldn't help revealin our most vulnerable moments in return for the moments of pleasure we were bein given. Those girls, with their heads thrown back an legs spread so wide, were the ones with pow'ah ov'ah me. They owned somethin of me. Standin there, slack jawed with a belly full o' scorch-fire, I was the one who had really been stripped down to the most revealin parts of myself.

People round here, they like to try an blame my daddy fer my ways or rath'ah they like to try an blame him not bein here fer it. Small towners, they ain't always so nice nor unnerstandin about things. Aft'ah all, they're the reason he got hauled off all those years ago, the Capitol choppin his tongue right outta his mouth jest cause no one in this town could find anythin better to do with themselves than spit gossip all day. He didn't do nothin wrong. He was a good man an a peacekeep'ah to boot, workin long days to try an make District Ten a good home fer us — both inside the walls of our little house an out. His friend, the one ev'ryone said killed a lady even though my daddy swore all kinds of promise-words up an down in the name of his innocence, it was his fault. That nogoodnik got my daddy all roped up in his troubles an when he ran so's they couldn't have his tongue... the Capitol decided to punish my family instead. They renamed Dorian Warsaw as a traitor an stole him from us, sayin they won't nev'ah give him back. Nev'ah.

Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream
Yeah
Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

Now my broth'ahs an I, we gotta take care of momma. Our house ain't ev'ah gonna feel quite right again an we all know it even if we won't say it out loud, but we try our best to pretend, keepin on with life as best we know how. There's somethin stubborn in all of us that makes it so's we don't fall apart, even if the whole world wants to knock us down. Our house ain't nothin grand, but it ain't no mess, shelterin the last bits of pride we got. We keep it clean. Tidy. Together enough to prove somethin. I got a room all my own, a little piece of freedom, tucked away better'n any secret I've ev'ah tried an failed to keep.

The windows of my bedroom are all blocked up an ev'ryone here likes to tease that it's cause of ev'rythin I'm tryin to hide away: naughty photographs an the deviously smutty collection of a panty snatch'ah. (It started as a game of Truth or Dare between my broth'ahs an I, Milo tellin me to sneak into the Community Home an nick a pair of Icky Emberstatt's unners. Aft'ah all the work it took me to climb up to that second story window, it jest seemed a waste not to steal a pair from each of his broth'ahs too. That's the honest to god truth about why I've got the resident Victor's tighty whities pinned up on my wall like a trophy, but that ain't the tale most people like to tell aft'ah gettin wind of my little collection.) I don't mind what the big-mouth gossips rag on about though. Ain't no one well-behaved ev'ah gone down in history, so's they can jest go right ahead an make me a legend. In that way, my room an I have rath'ah a lot in common: gotta take a look inside to see the truth, cause people cain't tell jack-all about what's happenin oth'ahwise. See, the windows ain't blacked out so's I can secret away all my dirty doin's, 's cause I'm someone who knows how to appreciate alternative views of the world... upside-down, fer instance.

'S called a camera obscura — when you project light through a pinhole into a dark room. The wunderland world outside is stretched across my walls, a riot of color an trees growin from the edge of my ceilin, the Emberstatt boys' unnerwears decoratin the branches like holiday ornaments. There, I walk on the sky. Barefoot, standin on a cloud, I ain't afeared to be innocent. I don't have to live up to rumors or even the expectations of my own family. Maybe I'm a virgin who happens to be in possession of the biggest porn collection in the District; maybe I rattle words loose an dirty to myself, but cain't talk to boys cause I'm too busy blushin; maybe I swear up a feminist storm at my history teach'ah while wearin a miniskirt an ignorin the irony. Maybe I'm a lotta things or maybe I'm not even half that. All's I can figger fer sure is I'm stuck in a place that don't unnerstand me or my fath'ah or anyone really, an yet... that don't stop me from ownin the sky. Despite my hardships so far, that's somethin worth livin fer and that's why I cain't give up no matt'ah what kinda wrongs my path gets crossed with, not while I've still got clouds to stand on. I'm stubborn enough that I'm gonna keep right on livin til the absolute greatest moment of my life. Then I want to drop dead.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama, this surely is a dream

( C O D E W O R D ) Odair
( F A C E C L A I M ) Lina Tesch

Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream
Yeah
Yeah, mama
This surely is a dream

( C O M M E N T S / O T H E R )

Sex And Candy by Marcy Playground

Warsaw Family Plot

Yeah
Mama
This must be
My dream

( S P E A K I N G ) 576DB3
( T H I N K I N G ) 3696C9
( T E X T ) 7C99D9
( O T H E R ) B297DE
( O T H E R S P E A K I N G ) CD9CF7

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Finally done! <3

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