celia seidel // d10 // done
Feb 9, 2015 22:15:45 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Feb 9, 2015 22:15:45 GMT -5
SHE RUNS through the fields dotted with animals that were sent to slaughter as easily as the twenty three tributes that die each year. That is almost how she sees the district; a replica of the games as we butcher animals quicker than a tribute. Or at least most of the time. Her district is luckier than six, seven, eight and eleven. They've had two people come home in the last ten years. The female from ten can onlyn hope that she won't be spending her time in the competition of death any time soon for the good of herself and her boy.
Boyfriend? No, he's been long gone by now. Celia has a son. She's named him Jordan, short and simple. How she likes it. He is around three years old, and couldn't ask for more, besides a house, of course. As soon as Celia's father had found out she was pregnant he had kicked her out because he didn't want to be living in the same house as a slut. Though he was only assuming. The night she had gotten pregnant was during a party; yes, Celia used to be a party animal (though rare in ten) and was careless about what she did or drank. The female got drunk and she found herself in bed with another older man the next morning, not her boyfriend, she knew that.
When her boyfriend found out she was pregnant with some other man's son/daughter all hell had broke loose. Arguments were made, regretful things had been said and fists had been thrown. Not from her, at her. It was a cold and long fight, but eventually the blood was shed and they broke up. She didnt know the father, or really want to. All she did remember was that he was older, like, 30-years-old old.
Her sleek black hair that rests on her shoulders is normally seen lying there with no real changes besides being pulled behind her shoulders. Her slightly pale and rough skin doesn't really appeal, to her or any others. She's taller than most others, reaching up to a five foot eleven and weighing one hundred sixty eight pounds.
Her green eyes appeal to others, but the shape of them doesn't really look that good. They're in an odd kind of oval shape, with her eyelashes covering a quarter of her eyes making it look weird. Along with that, she has a big forehead. And when I say big, you could probably land an airplane on it. Her forehead stands out, making her look like a neon light being surrounded complete darkness.
Celia cares about two things, her grandmother, and her son. Both of them are important to her as of now, and it's quite obvious why her son is important. The day she was kicked out of the house by her father, her grandmother stepped up to the plate to take her in. There were two reasons of that, too. One; they had a strong relationship and two her grandmother was more than excited to have a great-grandkid. She moved in and ever since all was well.
She is overprotective of people, getting attached and that can sometimes get into a bad thing. Why is that? Because people die. If she were to be in the games it'd be a bad experience for her if her allies were to die; since she trusted them with her life and suddenly they'd be dead. If she could, she'd plan their funerals (though she'd probably end up dying, too).
She's a quiet girl, much different than the one she was, partying any time she could and always having a drink in hand despite being fifteen years old. Though, that had changed due to the fact she now had a child to take care of. Most parents (like hers) didn't care about the fact they had a child, they still drank like a madman. And she never plans to anytime soon, because she's not like her parents.
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