abby cake; district 12; fin

[Gavin]

Name: Pound Absinthe Cake!
Age: Twenty-two!
Gender: Male!
District/Area: Twelve!
Appearance:

basically snow white

Personality:

la la la la everything is wonderful

History:

cake.

Codeword: odair
Other: wip~

[Gavin]

name » Pound Absinthe Cake. But I'd like it if you called me Abby!
age » Twenty-two!
gender » Male!
district » Twelve!

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone I never met

a p p e a r a n c e » hair as dark as ebony & skin as white as snow

I don't look much like my family.
Well, I sort of do. I'm not blonde like the twins, even though our facial coloring is similar, I just- I don't know.

My hair is dark. It kind of falls in my face a bit. And I'm pale- like, ridiculously so. And my eyes are blue and..weird.
I don't really think about my appearance much.
I'm pretty tall, too. And I heard I sort of hunch in on myself when I stand. I've never noticed myself doing that, but I don't notice a lot of things, so it's probably true. And all my shoes are burned at the tips from being too close to the fire. And I don't care much about my clothes, it's pretty much just whatever I can find. I've never focused on appearance much. Maybe that's related to the whole not-settled-in-my-body thing?

I trip a lot. And I tend to drop things. See above not-settled-in-body comment.
Really, though. I cause a lot of accidents. Whoops. Fire is about the only thing I handle well- and I help out at the bakery, of course, but it doesn't always go well, so I don't work as much as I should. It's a good thing I wasn't born into the Seam, because I would not do well in the mines. There is nothing good in that situation.

You’re only free when you’re asleep, baby
When you’re asleep, baby
We choose to be misled
We’re instructions that want to be misread

p e r s o n a l i t y » soft&warm&innocent

Here's what I like: people, baking, bad jokes and fire.
Here's what I don't like: being alone.
It's as simple as that! Oh, and I like dreaming, too. Daydreaming, mostly, even though night sleeping-dreams are nice too. Anything that isn't the real world is my favorite.
It's not that I hate it here too much. It's just better and more fun and shinier in other worlds. I used to try to convince myself I could actually go other places. I don't do that anymore. I still think they're real, though. Real in their own way or something. Maybe eventually someone will find a way to get there. That'd be really nice. I'd like that a lot.

Oh, the fire. Right.
My whole family loves it just like I do. Sometimes we burn things together. Mostly it's an alone thing, though.
I like to feel the fire on my skin. It makes me feel real. It makes me feel grounded in my body, like for once I actually belong here. Most of the time I feel like I'm supposed to be somewhere else, like I slipped through a crack in the universe. I know it's not true, though. I'm not as stupid as people think.
I like standing in the ashes and thinking about how there was something there and it doesn't matter what it was because everything burns the same. It could be trash or a legal document and that doesn't mean a thing because it all just ends up in the same pile of ashes. I don't know why I love that so much.

I don't like being alone for too long. Well- I do. Just sometimes I get scared, because I feel like I'm losing reality. I don't know. Does that make sense? I hope it does.
Anyway. So I like to have someone around, even if we're in different rooms or something. I can't stand total isolation. The only thing that makes me okay with being completely alone is setting a fire and watching it burn. The smoke is really soothing and it's like it settles me back into my skin again.
Fire grounds me in my body, and dreaming does the opposite. And I love dreaming, but sometimes I get too far away from my head-does that make sense?- so I take special pills to stop dreaming that we get from a dealer at the Hob. I don't like having to take them, because they're expensive, but my mother says I have to take them sometimes because I wake up screaming. I don't remember doing that. I guess that's one of the scary parts.

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

h i s t o r y » how you got to here

I've always been kind of drifty, everyone tells me.
I'm one of the oldest in my family. And I have a lot of siblings. My parents have their hands full, between us and the bakery, so I've always had to help out with my little siblings. I hope I did a decent job. I know I'm not the most ideal person to watch kids, but I did pretty okay. They're all a lot more street-savvy than I am.

I spend a lot of time in my head, like I said. And I always have!
When I was younger, my parents say they worried about me a little because I didn't really play with other kids. I wasn't sad or anything like that- I just preferred to be thinking. Does that make sense?

A few times, my parents have mentioned me moving out. I'm not going to, though. There's a few reasons, including that I'm bad at being alone and that they say if I'm alone I'm going to get attacked or something. My parents think I'm more naive than I am. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm plenty naive. I'm just aware of it. And I'm not stupid.
People say I am. I know they do. I've heard the whispers when I'm walking in the District. "There goes the oldest Cake boy, the stupid one" or something like that, I don't know. I don't exactly mind. It's just a little annoying for that to be all people know me as.

Growing up I've always been not really all here. Do you get it? I've always felt untethered to the world.
I grew up setting fires. My family-like I said- we all do it. We used to have these gigantic bonfires out behind the house- we don't really do that so much anymore, I'm not sure why. I do like doing it by myself, though.
I was ten or eleven when I first set a fire by myself. I don't even remember why. Just, the matches were right there and there was a pile of kindling and all of a sudden I was breathing in smoke and it felt so good. I felt complete. Like the fire was pushing me back in my body.
So now, when I'm scared or I'm alone I burn things.

codeword:


comments/other: first rp in a long time. i'm sorry. that is all i can say.
lyrics; "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)"-Panic At The Disco; "People Never Done A Good Thing"-Patrick Stump; "Soul Meets Body"-Death Cab For Cutie
fc; phil lester

narrating [FAF5AA]
thinking [769099]
talking [AAE6FA]
others talking [331700]

[Gavin]

Done! Within two and a half hours 0_0

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