Post by jimmy garner d6m [arc] on Oct 15, 2015 14:38:18 GMT -5
Wynn Sawdust current home district seven ; lumber produce past home district one ; luxury goods he is eighteen years of age he is male long lost-twin brother of tybalt capulet, tribute of the 70th Hunger Games he is a step of all the sawdust family lover to renly myreen hates being called sawdust, however not many people know he is actually a Capulet so he keeps that information quiet
Post by jimmy garner d6m [arc] on Oct 15, 2015 16:37:20 GMT -5
"I am not who I see I am, I am who I believe I am.."
The cackling of a fire as it chewed on the bones of my parents had filled my ears ever since that day. Ever since that day of the fire where they had become ash and dust I haven't seen any of my real family in person. Part of that is because they're all dead, but the other is that I was shipped off like a crazed animal. Let's rewind, cover all of the happenings that were in my life before the fire.
At first, there were only four Capulet's living in the same home. Now there are three including Tybalt in a place far much more away from me as Tybalt had originally been when he was breathing, moving and walking. Being a real human in which that concept is foreign as my twin brother has fallen to the ground and has refused to continue breathing and refused to move. His heart couldn't handle the pain, and mine didn't either. So why am still here? Is it to keep the legacy going that has fallen and won't ever see the day that there'll be so much more people with Capulet blood; unfortunately I am the last one.
I remember Tybalt quite a bit, despite having it been eleven years since the day the four had dwindled down to two, and one year since it had dwindled down to one. One person left of the family I had lived with for seven years and I'm not sure if I should be gulping the name I originally inherited or to spew it out like a furnace spewing fire. I had sworn to myself that forgetting is the best treatment, forgetting about the family I had originally come from. It worked for a long time- it really did. It worked so well until the name "Tybalt Capulet" had been rung throughout my ears like a bell to remind me of the family and life I had used to live.
I had watched those games like a hawk, the trains and the very movements of Tybalt as he had played the Capitol's stupid game that involved the trust of others and the roll of dice called luck and strength, those things becoming essential in the survival that was my twin brother.
Though scratch out all of the present, I'm talking about the past I lived before coming to District Seven where my life is much more different than it had been. I remember one day with a lot of detail; it was about a month or so before the fire.
"Hey, Wynn?" The brother had spoken up as he turned his head towards me while we walked, "do thou ev'r fear death?" I was fairly used to his way of speaking by now, but it had taken me a minute to register what he was talking about. It had spun around in my head a bit as it tried to tell about the meaning of what he meant. Death? Of course I'm afraid of it. Why wouldn't I be? "What kind of question is that, Tybalt?" I had asked him with a worried expression upon my face. It's a nice day; the clear sky and the fragrance that had filled the air made me calm and joyful of the place I live in.
"Because this whole country is f'rc'd to watcheth twenty-three die f'r only one to claimeth the title of 'vict'r'. " The brother had said, a small grin planting itself upon his face. "also to seeth if thou're a wimp. " A small flurry of red blush had been painted on my face. "Am not!" I had said with a scoff while frowning at my brother. I understand the humor he has, but that's just rude. "Sure you're not." He had said with a small smile on his face as grinned.
I've been wondering what it'd be like if one of us were reaped. Would the other be happy? Sad? Perhaps even volunteer for them? I'm not sure, the chances of one of us being reaped at age twelve was rare. Though those chances are very possible as it has happened before. A sigh escaped my lips while we walked around. We weren't a very energy-filled pair of children most of the time. We would just walk and talk, telling each other about what we thought and worried about. That's what I like about having a twin. It seems you can tell them almost anything.
That's something I never want to lose. That's all I remember from the childhood I had lived with my family from District One before the fire that had chewed on their bones until they were ash and my brother and I were left alone as I had been sent away to District Seven, where my home remains to be now. I have a lot more siblings then I did before and I seem to have grown to them. They're family; what more can I ask for?
I could ask for Tybalt. I could ask for the fire to have gone out faster so I wouldn't of had to leave my brother in the dust. His laughter rings in my ears as a reminder of him and all I want is to hear that laughter in person. His smile, his whole entire being is something I yearn for because I just want my family back. Not this one, this one is too large, too full of secrets.
I want the one that has burned itself to ashes where I am the only person alive. I want to resurrect those ashes so I can see my parents face once again, where they aren't just images inside my mind.
I love my current home. I really do, the people I live with and the people I know are wonderful. The person I adore and love the most that lives inside District Seven is obvious for those who know about it or have seen it.
Renly Myreen, the most wonderful person I've ever met in my life. The love of my life, more or so. I don't mind that. Not at all. For the next eleven years after the fire I had lived with the Sawdust's, a family of ten children including myself. It's quite insane, to be honest. I have changed a lot and changed many times throughout my life as a Sawdust, which I've bitten back spewing out my real last name because it's almost like a mask on my face so others don't pity me for losing someone that I barely remembered was in my life.
I went from a child who had been so hidden and closed to be filled with ego and confidence in my own self. It was sickening to see how I had been, I never want to see that side of myself again.
I now know what I should be.
I should be with Renly. I want to stay with him because I feel as if he is the only person I trust. Most might say it's just make up covering him and once I move in there's no way that I'll be happy.
But what I say is that he is the only person I want to keep ahold of.
Even when the wind scatters the sawdust placed on my name away and through the air to reveal my true name.
Wynn Capulet, just how I like it. Most wouldn't have a hard time imaging me as I had an identical twin on the screens of the capitol for a month until his breaths trickled down to none. But they don't know that he was my brother, the person I had treasured deep inside my heart even though we had been hundreds of miles away. I never saw him from the time I left until when he had volunteered and stepped up upon that stage to look out on us and the screen to not know where I am. He doesn't know where I am and I highly doubt he remembered me at all.
Though I had remembered him in the back of my mind where childhood had been a favorite of mine.
That's not what we're focusing on though, we're focusing on the broken mirror of Tybalt Capulet; myself.
Standing at the height of 6'2, I'm not as tall anymore it seems as I've now shrunk eight inches. I have brown hair which is normally swooped up or something, I don't really take care as long as it's not in my eyes. My brown eyes can seem warm or cold on how you look on them, however the others don't care most of the time.
My skin is darker than others, simple as that. I weigh around 165 pounds and I don't really do much to build muscle besides working out in the forest (which really is a lot to help build muscle).
Is there really a reason for me to go on further? Just look at my twin brother. He's on television, or was, have fun.
I just want to be with Renly right now. I don't want to be with anyone else or talk to anyone else.