Red Jay::D9::FIN
Jun 6, 2013 8:49:28 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 6, 2013 8:49:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] Lost and scared...Losing what he most desires... ...TURNS HIS LIFE AROUND.... Red Jay
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[/color]{Gender}[/b][/size] [/color]Male[/size]
[/color]{District}[/b] [/size][/color]Nine[/size][/color][/left]
.: A P P E A R A N C E :.
The boy sits in his corner, playing gingerly with his fingers, ringing them around and around each other. He almost looks lost you could say, his piercing blue eyes wandering around, looking at nothing. It is almost as though they see nothing as they search his surroundings.. His eyes are as blue as ice, cold and hard, but in the depth of his cold blue eyes, flecks of golden honey lay softening his icy stare, softening it into something more innocent, something that fills you with warmth. Dragging your eyes away from the boys you start to study his hair. It is a soft brown, locks of soft hair falling to just above his small shoulders. His hair is elegant and still glows with youth. His fringe parts away to the side and is carelessly flicked across his forehead away from his eyes. The soft browns are mixed with dirty blondes and a darker brown that shine like a halo when he steps out into the sun. A small angel, you think to yourself, a small smile playing on your lips.
The boy still rings his fingers around each other as your gaze moves to study his face. He has a sad face. His eyes reflect how he looks. Lips turned down at the corners. The longer you stare at the boy, the stronger the ache in your chest becomes. You watch as his eyes, ever so sad, move restlessly. You watch his small hands move around one another, uncomfortable. You watch has small tears leak down his cheeks leaving salty trails of water streaks down his small face. Everything sense, nerve in your body screams for you to run to the boys side. To comforts him, to tell him not to cry, that everything is going to be alright. But you don’t move. You just stare, stare as his small body, no larger than a fully grown dog, starts to shake, the tears spilling faster and more urgently from his eyes. But you do nothing, nothing but stare as this boy as his tears turn the earth around him to mud.
[/color].: P E R S O N A L I T Y :.[/center]The boy still rings his fingers around each other as your gaze moves to study his face. He has a sad face. His eyes reflect how he looks. Lips turned down at the corners. The longer you stare at the boy, the stronger the ache in your chest becomes. You watch as his eyes, ever so sad, move restlessly. You watch his small hands move around one another, uncomfortable. You watch has small tears leak down his cheeks leaving salty trails of water streaks down his small face. Everything sense, nerve in your body screams for you to run to the boys side. To comforts him, to tell him not to cry, that everything is going to be alright. But you don’t move. You just stare, stare as his small body, no larger than a fully grown dog, starts to shake, the tears spilling faster and more urgently from his eyes. But you do nothing, nothing but stare as this boy as his tears turn the earth around him to mud.
I have never been the social type, I like to keep to myself. I thought that if I kept to myself there will be no reason for people to single me out. I would be safe. But I was wrong. I never went to social events, I never played in other peoples groups. I never made myself visible, slipping away in the shadows, just how I like it. Just how it should be. Me tucked away from the rest of the world. But nothing ever goes to plan. Not now, not ever. All my life I told myself I was nothing but a shadow, that keeping me away from the eyes of my District would keep me safe. That was until I lost the ability to see… But I’ll get to that later.
I had never been the angry type. Not liking the attention that anger brought. But ever since I have lost my sight… Well everything seem to make me want to scream or cry or hurt. I feel these sudden waves of anger that surge through me, begging for me to let them out. I hate it. I ate the fact that my body craves for attention. I hate it. My family hasn’t taken me losing my sight very well, they shower me with their pity, and they caress me and praise me with their soft voices. It’s like they don’t think I understand what has happen. It is like they think that they need to protect me. I didn’t need my families protection, or pity, all I needed was to be a shadow again. To be there but not be there at the same time. All I needed was to have my old life back… I cry myself to sleep at night, praying that god, or whoever it is up there, will answer my wish and give me my life back.
I am pretty intelligent for my age, before I lost my sight, I used to sit in a corner of the house a read for hours upon hours, getting lost in the world that the book would open up to me. I used to imagine what I would do if I was in the situation of that character. When I ran out of fictional stories to read I used to open up the dictionary and learn words and their meaning, happy to have something to do. My family used to look at me like I was a freak the question of why I was reading a dictionary shone in their eyes. I used to give them a small smile before digesting more and more words. But as you could guess… another thing that I cherished was taken away from me.
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I never used to be blind. I used to be able to see as clear as crystal. I used to be able to indulge in the colour of the sky as the sun sinks behind the horizon, at the colour of flowers in an open field at the beginning of spring. I used to love watching the stars at night, pointing out to myself the Southern Cross, or the big dipper and all that kind of cool stuff… But now… Now I see nothing, nothing but darkness. The funny thing is that I used to fear darkness, I used to fear what might be creeping out there waiting, waiting for innocent children like myself. I used to fear the thought of being alone in the dark. Darkness scared me, and really, it still did.
How did I lose my sight you may be wandering. I was around the age of ten. I was out late at night, scared shitless, as I have said before, darkness was one of my greatest fears. Anyway I was heading home, as usual keeping in the shelter of the shadows of the large leering buildings, which seemed to peer down at me, watching me carefully as I picked my way through District Nine. My feet had barely made a sound on the dirty pavement as I headed down the pathway which I knew would lead me straight to my home. I never expected anyone to be down there, waiting, waiting for some poor little soul like me, but there was. He was tall, bigger than anyone I had ever seen. He had the hood of his jacket up, concealing his face. “Stop right where you are, little boy.” His voice had been cold and threatening as he took a few paces towards me. In panic I had stared to back away, trying to get as much distance as I could between myself and the man.
“Hey, I told you not to move.” He said, his voice becoming louder, piercing the night air. I froze. My eyes never leave the spot where his face was concealed. “Now that’s a good boy,” He had said in a voice that sent shivers of uneasiness down my spine. He had kept moving towards me and now only one pace separated us.
“What-wh-What do you want?” I had said in a small voice, trying to hold back the tremble.
“You.” He had said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. At that his hand had snaked out pushing me against the wall. He touched me. Touched me in places that I didn’t like. A screamed threatened to burst out of my throat as his hands searched my body. “Scream and this will hurt more than it has to.” He had said, guessing my thought.
I screamed.
That’s all I remember. When I woke up I was still in the alley way, I had thought it was still night time, as all around me it was dark, so so so very dark. It had took me a few minutes to realise that the sun was out, that it wasn’t night time. Fear had shot through me, and I had desperately scratched at my eyes hoping that if I rubbed them long enough it would all clear. That I would be able to see again. But no matter how many time, or how long I scraped and rubbed at my eyes, the darkness still surrounded me, consuming me.
I had cried. I had cried for hours and hours until one of my family members had found me. They had screamed and ran to my side begging me to tell them what had happen. I said not a word. I kept it all to myself. I never told them about the man, or about what he had done to me. I never told them that he had touched me, and hurt me. I only told them that it was dark so very dark.
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{Other}[/color] Part of the Jay Family Plot
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