Pentys Lexig | District One | FIN

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{ Pentys Earough Lexig }

{ Thirteen Years of Age }

{ District One }

{ Vasiliy Makarov }


{ Odair }


{ Chilling }

{ Willing }

{Ambitious }

{ & }

{ Controlled }

{ Career }
Bio gifted to Cato

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Quadrys Daireng Lexig

Pentys Earough Lexig

Septys Nohve Lexig

Octys Raesar Lexig

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F I T  F O R  A
K I N G


PENTYS EAROUGH LEXIG


Car Alarm
Shut the fuck up boy, 'cause you ain't been harmed
Since the days of growing pains
And if this is a phase
It sure ain't lunar boy, 'cause you've been this way
Since the days of cartridge games

He told me that I had eyes like Christmas dinner, but filled my nights with something empty, a feeling of laying there and wondering when I'll find myself instead of him and I carved within that heart on the tree. Surely I had the capacity to leave him, to make my life increasingly better and secure the ultimately safer chance to spend my childhood with Septys and Octys both, but not once did I even ponder fulfilling that possibility because I had everything I could have materialistically asked for. 

I can't recall a single day where I went hungry, dirty, or even poorly dressed, and I'd like to think that it's worth it, when he hits me for being "stupid," because in the end, he'll always say that he's sorry. Many people would die to be in the spot I'm in, so I suck it up because if I don't, then I'm a whiny little bitch, nothing more than the kitchen scum that Octys wipes from our pans periodically. 

To be honest, I'm sure everyone already sees me as one- Quadrys thinks that I'm worthless, Octys thinks that I'm a whore, and Septys- hell, I don't even know what Septys thinks, but if he's anything like his brothers, it's of bad intent. Ultimately, I'm the trash of our family- the youngest that nobody wanted- and I swear, oh I swear, that I'm the sole reason there's another mouth to feed rather than newly sewn pairs of shoes to go around. "It's all in your mind," Quadrys had told me when I was younger and ran to him every time that the man in his likeness appeared during my slumber; I was too young to realise the toxic situation I was burying myself in because I was already six feet into digging our well and by that point, there was no getting out of it. 

But he was right, wasn't he? It is all in my head because he is the giant and I am the townsman, mesmerised by the power that I had given him, even when his size isn't nearly equivalent to my own. Every inch of my confidence has gone to feeding him and by now, I'm  b r o k e n  beyond repair; still, though, I keep ticking on because what else am I supposed to do? Jack has fallen down the hill and despite the fact that he's shattered into fragments of the memories that we've shared, I won't be tumbling after this time because I'm too damn strong for that shit. 

So here I'll remain, windswept ashes and browns strewn about on my forehead and a grimace that can kill plastered to my face like a mask, because I've done my work, and while he remains high up on his throne, the castle will come crashing down soon enough.

It always does, after all. 

Throughout my entire life, I've taken every hit for him, picked every lock for him, done every. freaking. thing. for him, and so far, the only thing I've received in turn is bruises lining my ribs like spiderwebs and a pocketful of coins to spend on a new bracelet that I saw in the window of a shop while passing by. Yes, it is true that I get a roof over my head and people to call my family- which is a luxary, even in a wealthier district such as one- but even that gets old once both have lost their charm and all I'm wishing for is to get away from anything that reminds me of either. 

My brothers hate me, my father is mentally dead, and the place where I could once say I love you with a kind heart no longer holds that homey luster that it once had. It pains me to think that I stood in this same area as a small child and took my first steps into my mother's arms only for her to take something much more notable within the following years. Shivers, I can feel them running down my spine whenever I imagine the amount of hatred she had to have held for Quadrys in order to kill herself over him. Sick, it's nothing but sick what she did, leaving us with dad, but I can't seem to find the place in my heart to blame her because if my son was a narcissist who got off on stealing make-up and women's clothing, I would probably end my life all the same. It's a shame that he looks so very much like her because it's damn ironic that he possesses the same lips as the women who said that she hated him. 

Ha- if only humour such as that pleased him; our house would be a laughingstock and Octys would be the king. After all, everyone always favoured royalty who rarely spoke and mostly replied in sarcastic remarks that would, in a normal world, get their ass handed to them on a silver platter. It's just a matter of how tasteful words are patterned because, to be honest, if they're as bland as the bread that I tried making one summer afternoon, nobody is going to be consuming any of that. 

Of course, I'm only thirteen, though; cooking isn't the main thing I should be concerned with because I could be sent off to fight for my life during the times where my family needs me most. Mostly to do chores that everyone else refuses to do because they all freaking hate me. I mean, I could fair reasonably well in the games- I can run like the wind and my body isn't particularly out-of-shape- but not a single ounce of me could handle the capitol aspect of it because if eyes are the windows to the soul, I am a god-damned abandoned house. 

I mean, it's not that I look bad, it's just that I'm not pretty, like Quadrys, or doe-faced, like Octys. Hell- even my cheekbones are nothing compared to Septys and what does that leave me with? Absolutely nothing but lips and Stockholm syndrome; It's depressing, really, when you think about it. I've lost the childish glow that I once had to his fingertips and all I've received in return is a mask of maturity, something that not even he bares on porcelain cheek. 

But I couldn't care less because more than likely, I won't ever grow up to do anything important like save somebody's life or even win the games. I ask myself why everyday and I've come to the conclusion that while I'm certainly not favoured by my brothers to any extent, I'm the youngest and they're sure as hell not going to be sending the last thing their mother gave them to its untimely death. Not to mention, Quadrys seems to have already planned out his 'entire games experience.' It's disgusting that he seems as if the only thing he wishes to do is get reaped because it'll "prove his superiority" or some shit like that. I mean, if he can somehow manage to get out alive, I would love to have a new house where I can sit wherever I please without being reminded that my mother took her own life there. However, that is next to impossible, and while I wish that I could get away from the only person who I've come to fear during my brief time on this planet, I absolutely would not be able to stand losing yet another person who shares the same last name as me. 

He may be an asshole, but he's our family's asshole, and there's no giving away life if we have the choice...

Even if it means doing things that aren't always the best for us or others. 

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Fin.

[gamemaker kelsier]

Hi hon!

My issue here is just that Pentys here is far too mature sounding for the tender age of thirteen.What you have written is stunning but it reads more like that of someone nearly three years older than thirteen. I was wondering if you would be willing to age him up a couple of years or possibly even mention in your bio that he is incredibly mature for his age.

Of course this is not a must, I just think the character would come across as more realistic this way.

Thanks,
Ele

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I've lost the childish glow that I once had to his fingertips and all I've received in return is a mask of maturity, something that not even he bares on porcelain cheek.

I've fixed it, I think. I couldn't change his age because of reasons pertaining to his brothers, so I added in that he had to mature more quickly to keep up with Quadrys ^^

Hope that works! <3

[gamemaker kelsier]

thanks!accepted!