Akilles Storm D2 [ done ]
May 11, 2014 19:04:22 GMT -5
Post by arya on May 11, 2014 19:04:22 GMT -5
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A k i l l e s S t o r m
DISTRICT2 | MALE | EIGHTEEN
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A k i l l e s S t o r m
DISTRICT2 | MALE | EIGHTEEN
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My name is Akilles Storm, and I just turned 18 years old. I’m a rather simple person, because I always do what I like to do. I never obeyed rules, not even as a child. Rules are meant to control you, so they always prevent you from doing the most reasonable in the moment, which of course is what you want to do. It scares me, how many chances you miss every day. We only have this one life, this one chance to do everything we ever wanted. Life is so short, and obeying rules is just destroying whatever beauty this world may offer.
I consider myself to be a rather positive person. As I told you, I am a simple man. I don’t let small things bother me. So, I’d say I’m rather easy-going. I’m a social being, and I enjoy spending time with all sort of people. Different or alike, it makes no difference. My carefree ways aren’t exactly perfect either, I mean every theory have at least one flaw. Some people have actually accused me of being immature, even stupid at times. I’m not stupid, maybe I’m not the best student, but stupid is a lie. I just think differently. As a wise man once said, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb trees, it will look like a fool for its entire life. That’s sort of me and school, we don’t match very well. I have other great abilities though. I’m strong, and I’m a fast runner. I’m social and kind of nice too. My mother is basically the only one complaining about me being immature. She says my lifestyle is childish and stupid, that I have to take responsibility. Honestly, I think she’s right. I don’t want to take any responsibility though, partying and hanging with friends is way too fun. Yeah, when I come to think of it, I’m not that mature.
But why would I even want to do that, grow up I mean? We have this one life that we have to make the most of. We have one chance to squeeze in as much fun as we could possibly manage. Why would I find a nice girl, settle down and have children? Get a good job, buy a house and work my ass of for the rest of my life? Of course I realize that I have to grow up at some point, I can’t live at my parents’ house for the rest of my life, but I’ll figure that out later. I’m still young and free.
I don’t think I mentioned me being a career? Honestly, I even look like a career. I'm tall and atheltic, like most of the guys down at the center. It's not that suprising, us being athletic i mean. I train almost everyday, and I have been my entire life. I got brown eyes, light brown, there kind of small though. It bothers me a little, especially since I've got really bushy eyebrows. They bother me even more. I consider picking them, like girls do with a pincette. I never did though, if the guys at the center found out. Gosh I'd never stop hearing about it. I'm rather aware of my looks. I enjoy looking good, so I always dress the best I can. I really like it when people find me attractive, it makes me feel wanted. I'd never tell anyone about this though.
I grew a full beard at the age of 15, I guess its some sort of connection with my bushy eyebrows. Good hair growth. Yeah, I got really thick and much hair on my head to. It's dark brown, and I always fix it before I leave my house. I make it look casual though, like I don't really care. I dress like that too, I don't want people to know that its all planned out.
Hopefully, I’ll win the game someday. I won’t ever have to worry about getting a job and living happily ever after then. I’ll just live life like never before in the capitol. Go to those great parties and be the victor. The victor. What a word of success, yes I can almost feel it watering in my mouth. One day, I’ll be the victor.
It may seem a little weird, a career like me that should be all brutal and stuff – but I adore animals. Especially dogs. I have a dog, his name is Crake and he’s my absolute best friend. We practically spend all our time together. My family doesn’t like him that much, because he barks kind of loudly. I don’t mind though, I usually just bark right back at him. He’s a cutie though.
I found him three years ago. I was just minding my own business, on my way home from training as usual. I remember it like it had been a great day, a green sunny summer day. I was happy that day, until I saw him. A grown man, not very muscular, more of the little bit chubby middle aged man typ. He was kicking something, but I didn’t worry too much about it. When I got closer, I saw him. He was such a weak little creature back then. I barely ever gotten that mad before, and I doubt I ever will. Out of pure rage, I punched the man in the face. Stupid move, I know. We started screaming at each other, he was in shock. It turned out the puppy had stolen some bread from him, from inside the house. He had lost it, just like I did. After a big fight, I paid him for the bread and brought Crake home. He has been living with me ever since, and he trusts me like nobody else.
Besides my father, he’s the only one in my family I really get along with. I got two siblings, one older sister and a little brother. None of them are particularly nice. Of course, I have two parents to. My mother works down at the bakery, and my father works in the mines. Me and my father has always gotten along very well. He doesn’t agree with my fascination for animals, but besides that our interest are similar. He wanted to volunteer in the games when he was younger, but he hadn’t gotten the proper training. He really supports me in my decision to become a career, which my mother really doesn’t. She hates the thought of me killing other kids in there, and even worse – me dying in there. I am lucky though, having to loving parents. My siblings aren’t that much fun though. My little brother, 14 years of age mostly sits at home reading. He’s such a geek. My older sister can be a little bit more fun but she mostly spends time with her boyfriend. She’s 19, so her reaping days are over.
I grew up being kind of poor, at least to live in district 2. My parents were very young when my sister was born. My mother had recently turned 19 and my father was 20 years old. My father had a low salary, and my mother a stay-at-home mom. I came along just two years afterwards, so you can see why the economics where pressured. We lived in a small cabin a big outside of the district centrum, and I loved it there. I prefer to live a little bit isolated, it’s homier somehow. Anyways, when I was about 9 years of age we moved to the house we live in now, a much nicer house in general. But it doesn’t have that isolated feeling that I miss.
When I just started school, they noticed something was different about me. It took ages for me to learn how to read. At first, they just thought I was stupid. I’m not, and I hate when people think that about me. I have some sort of disease that makes my brain mix up all the letters. It’s like a blender inside my head, preventing me from reading properly. At first, I was put in special classes for not that talented kids, but the next year they seem to have forgotten about it. Ever since, I always been sort of a problem child. It’s not that weird, when you come to think about it. They always told me I wasn’t good enough, I never manage doing my work in school, is it really that surprising that I ditched classes and such?
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I consider myself to be a rather positive person. As I told you, I am a simple man. I don’t let small things bother me. So, I’d say I’m rather easy-going. I’m a social being, and I enjoy spending time with all sort of people. Different or alike, it makes no difference. My carefree ways aren’t exactly perfect either, I mean every theory have at least one flaw. Some people have actually accused me of being immature, even stupid at times. I’m not stupid, maybe I’m not the best student, but stupid is a lie. I just think differently. As a wise man once said, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb trees, it will look like a fool for its entire life. That’s sort of me and school, we don’t match very well. I have other great abilities though. I’m strong, and I’m a fast runner. I’m social and kind of nice too. My mother is basically the only one complaining about me being immature. She says my lifestyle is childish and stupid, that I have to take responsibility. Honestly, I think she’s right. I don’t want to take any responsibility though, partying and hanging with friends is way too fun. Yeah, when I come to think of it, I’m not that mature.
But why would I even want to do that, grow up I mean? We have this one life that we have to make the most of. We have one chance to squeeze in as much fun as we could possibly manage. Why would I find a nice girl, settle down and have children? Get a good job, buy a house and work my ass of for the rest of my life? Of course I realize that I have to grow up at some point, I can’t live at my parents’ house for the rest of my life, but I’ll figure that out later. I’m still young and free.
I don’t think I mentioned me being a career? Honestly, I even look like a career. I'm tall and atheltic, like most of the guys down at the center. It's not that suprising, us being athletic i mean. I train almost everyday, and I have been my entire life. I got brown eyes, light brown, there kind of small though. It bothers me a little, especially since I've got really bushy eyebrows. They bother me even more. I consider picking them, like girls do with a pincette. I never did though, if the guys at the center found out. Gosh I'd never stop hearing about it. I'm rather aware of my looks. I enjoy looking good, so I always dress the best I can. I really like it when people find me attractive, it makes me feel wanted. I'd never tell anyone about this though.
I grew a full beard at the age of 15, I guess its some sort of connection with my bushy eyebrows. Good hair growth. Yeah, I got really thick and much hair on my head to. It's dark brown, and I always fix it before I leave my house. I make it look casual though, like I don't really care. I dress like that too, I don't want people to know that its all planned out.
Hopefully, I’ll win the game someday. I won’t ever have to worry about getting a job and living happily ever after then. I’ll just live life like never before in the capitol. Go to those great parties and be the victor. The victor. What a word of success, yes I can almost feel it watering in my mouth. One day, I’ll be the victor.
It may seem a little weird, a career like me that should be all brutal and stuff – but I adore animals. Especially dogs. I have a dog, his name is Crake and he’s my absolute best friend. We practically spend all our time together. My family doesn’t like him that much, because he barks kind of loudly. I don’t mind though, I usually just bark right back at him. He’s a cutie though.
I found him three years ago. I was just minding my own business, on my way home from training as usual. I remember it like it had been a great day, a green sunny summer day. I was happy that day, until I saw him. A grown man, not very muscular, more of the little bit chubby middle aged man typ. He was kicking something, but I didn’t worry too much about it. When I got closer, I saw him. He was such a weak little creature back then. I barely ever gotten that mad before, and I doubt I ever will. Out of pure rage, I punched the man in the face. Stupid move, I know. We started screaming at each other, he was in shock. It turned out the puppy had stolen some bread from him, from inside the house. He had lost it, just like I did. After a big fight, I paid him for the bread and brought Crake home. He has been living with me ever since, and he trusts me like nobody else.
Besides my father, he’s the only one in my family I really get along with. I got two siblings, one older sister and a little brother. None of them are particularly nice. Of course, I have two parents to. My mother works down at the bakery, and my father works in the mines. Me and my father has always gotten along very well. He doesn’t agree with my fascination for animals, but besides that our interest are similar. He wanted to volunteer in the games when he was younger, but he hadn’t gotten the proper training. He really supports me in my decision to become a career, which my mother really doesn’t. She hates the thought of me killing other kids in there, and even worse – me dying in there. I am lucky though, having to loving parents. My siblings aren’t that much fun though. My little brother, 14 years of age mostly sits at home reading. He’s such a geek. My older sister can be a little bit more fun but she mostly spends time with her boyfriend. She’s 19, so her reaping days are over.
I grew up being kind of poor, at least to live in district 2. My parents were very young when my sister was born. My mother had recently turned 19 and my father was 20 years old. My father had a low salary, and my mother a stay-at-home mom. I came along just two years afterwards, so you can see why the economics where pressured. We lived in a small cabin a big outside of the district centrum, and I loved it there. I prefer to live a little bit isolated, it’s homier somehow. Anyways, when I was about 9 years of age we moved to the house we live in now, a much nicer house in general. But it doesn’t have that isolated feeling that I miss.
When I just started school, they noticed something was different about me. It took ages for me to learn how to read. At first, they just thought I was stupid. I’m not, and I hate when people think that about me. I have some sort of disease that makes my brain mix up all the letters. It’s like a blender inside my head, preventing me from reading properly. At first, I was put in special classes for not that talented kids, but the next year they seem to have forgotten about it. Ever since, I always been sort of a problem child. It’s not that weird, when you come to think about it. They always told me I wasn’t good enough, I never manage doing my work in school, is it really that surprising that I ditched classes and such?
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