Gwynn Bellum-Viciantale [D6] [resubmission]

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Name: Gwynn Bellum-Viciantale
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 6
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Codeword: odair
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Gwynn Bellum-Viciantale

{AGE}
15

{GENDER}
Female

{DISTRICT}
6

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The box around her is dull. Colorless. But to her it was roomy. It felt like home. Yeah it had dust here and there, but each fleck of dust had a story to tell, a reason for being. The girl really took no notice of the place around her. She sat there quietly, not disturbing any ’living’ soul. Who knows what was going on in her head; all we know is that she looks quiet at peace. Her head in a book, and occasionally a smile forming at her lips. She had no idea of what people actually thought of her. and when she was reading, when she was here in this box… she didn’t give a rats ass. You would think that she was just reading, but if you really looked closely, looked at her eyes, her body language, you can tell that there is something different about this girl. But what? You can wait and see.

This what she sees... {In my head}

“Bobby? Bobby? Bobby- come out now!? I-It’s not funny anymore… Bobby…?" the voice trailed off as the woman rounded the corner, her steps were small, her heart racing. “bobb-“ she froze mid-sentence as her eyes travelled over the body on the floor. She screamed.


“Gwynn? Gwynn?” the voice interrupted my thoughts, like a knife slicing over my wrist. I look up shocked to see Bobby standing beside me, a Knife sticking out of the side of his head. His eyes look haunted, and disturbed. Yes he had called my name, but his gaze looked at the mirror beside me. I stand up. Slowly but elegantly I walk over to the mirror, trying to spot what this boy sees. Looking onto the cracked, dusty mirror. My eyes, like deep brown pools stare back at me. They are clear of all emotion. They stare back at me blandly. I was always good at that. Keeping my face free from emotion. Except when I am on stage. When I am on stage my face is the light of the party. When I am on stage… I can’t even explain the feel of deep passion….

I see movement deep within them as I think of all the times I had performed in front of so many people, all those time I had made the crowd laugh… cry… smile. They were all unforgettable moments, moments I didn’t want to forget.

I close my eyes for a moment remembering the times.

“Gwynn!” The boy yelled as he fell to the ground. I screamed. I screamed at the bugs that started crawling out of him. I screamed as his skin tore like paper. I just screamed.

Then I was quiet.

“It’s all just a dream. A scary dream” I whisper quietly to myself, not daring to open my eyes. I hold them shut; telling myself it’s not true. Hoping that I was right.


Slowly I open my eyes. I was still facing the mirror. I took a deep breath and turned around, relieved to find nothing, but my book lying bent on the floor. I turn back around, and observe myself some more. I look at my body. frail, thin and deprived. I wander what I would look like if I lived in the capitol. Would I be beautiful? would my cheeks have some color? Would my olive skin look lushes and beautiful? would the hollow look in my eyes disappear? All these questions, but yet I’m stuck with dull brown hair that lies dead, dry down my back. All ribs visible. A pale lifeless face. And hollow dead eyes. Sometimes, just sometimes I wish I could live the fantasy that all these characters from these books do. Like Cinderella, or snow white. They all had live I would die for.

I bend down to pick up the book, and turned to a different page of the book, to a new story.

I flip through the pages, until I stop, the page reads The yellow rocking chair.

The sun shone brightly, you wish. The sun never shone in Brooklyn. It was a cold deserted town. The girl sat in the middle of the playground. Swings moving slightly as the wind swirl hastily around her. she never looked up. She just sat there. Head down. Her hair wiped across her face as she raises and heads for the parks gate. Then she stops. The whole world seems to stop and stared as she pulls out a folded piece of paper. She stared at it. Her eyes welling with tears, that leaked from the corners of her eyes slowly. Then out of nowhere she lashed out and tore the paper to scarps and walked away, as though nothing had happened.


“What do you want? Why are you following me!? Just get out of my life!!” the sound of an unfamiliar voice filled the room. I glanced into the mirror, but I didn’t see my reflection, but the one from the book. She was pointing and accusing finger at… something that I couldn’t see... At first she looked angry, but then her anger faded into fear, and before I knew it she was crying, cowering in fear as she tried to back away from her unseen fear. I stared dumbfounded, chilled by what I was observing.
“Look away…” soft voice said behind me, I felt the familiar soft warm hands of the person behind me guide me away. I let them. I let them take me away. A looked back at the mirror but I only saw my reflection staring back at me, my mouth set in a firm thin line.

A smile forms on my lips as I turn to face my long-time friend. She smiles back at me. And for the first time I realise she wasn’t reflected in the mirror. I feel some questioning thoughts surge through my brain, but I push them away. Who cares at the moment? My best friend was here, that’s all that mattered. I turn to look at her. And I remember all the fun we had had together…

I first met her when I had just finished on stage, it had been my most depressing show. I had made a big mistake and had looked like a fool. I had gotten really upset and refuse to talk or look at anyone. So I had come here. Come here to get away from all the mocking, teasing stares. I had cried a lot that day. I had never cried like that before. My body had shook with the sobs that had taken control of my body. Then she had come. Just appeared there, beside me, and I had instantly taken a liking in her. She seemed familiar, at the time, but I hadn’t recognised her, like someone out of the book I have read. She helped me get through it, telling me it was alright, and that everyone makes mistakes. I never talked about her to anyone. Never. After a while, whenever I was in trouble she was there,, helping me through it, you could even go as far to say as she was like a mother to me. Someone I could trust. Love.

Thinking back to the book I have read… I began to understand where the preconisation had come from. She was exactly like a character from my favourite book….

You see in this book there is this boy who as lost both his parents, he was always miserable, crying moping around, until one day this woman popped up she was just there to reassure him in the way he needed, a friendly hug.


I had given the book a lot of thought trying to figure things out… when I realised that the book was fiction… it had given me the chills that next time she had come. I had screamed at her, abused her, but she still stayed, stayed until felt better, until I felt loved. It was all so confusing.

But now standing with her I felt the doubt return. I heard footsteps and looked back at Mary to see her fading away. I held my breath as Theseus walked in. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach as he smiled at me. His smile was friendly.

“Are you okay? I heard someone screaming?” He asked as he walked over to me.
This brought the rare smile only be could to my pale lips.

“Fine.” I say. Ending the conversation he nodded and gave my shoulder a little punch before he walked out. I watched him leave, I didn’t want him to leave. I loved him… but not in the way most would think… But as a brother. He was always there for me, and I for him. we had this relationship… nothing romantic, but warm and friendly, and I just wanted to be in his company, but I couldn’t. so I turned back to the cracked mirror, observing myself for the last time.

That’s what I see…{outside my head}

Yeah so that girl you thought looked so peaceful isn’t very peaceful it turns out. She stands in front of the mirror trying to hide from her next phase of crazy events. Some people call her crazy, I just call her normal.

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so I'm bringing this bio back from a while ago, I would have just asked a librarian to move the old bio.... but that was on my old account, so I thought I would just repost it, if anything needs changing please please let me know cause I have a feeling it is really bad >.<

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