Clouse Greenfield D4 M

[drevilsin]

Name: Clouse Greenfield

Age: 14

Gender: M

District: 4


Clouse just wanted to bask in the sun until it went down. He loved the way it hit his skin, providing him with a gentle tan. He wished he could spend hours watching the way it went behind the sparkling ocean water when it set. He loved it all. However, he needed to get to work.

Setting down his fishing pole, Clouse began to hook up some worms as he began to think about his career. Did he really want to go down the path of a fisherman? His looks definitely suited one, with his wavy blond hair and smile that made all the girls’ hearts melt. His toned muscles and 5’11 frame contributed to that as well.

He was the type of boy all girls fell for, but he did not feel so confident about his looks. To him, he would never be perfect. His smile was always off, his hair wasn’t just the way it needed to be. He wanted to be perfect, but he never felt like he could achieve it. “Why is there always something wrong with me?” He repeatedly asked himself. He spent countless hours in front of mirrors just trying to fix himself up. But he additionally spent just as much time outside basking in the sun’s warmth. “If I could just fix myself,” He always thought, “Maybe I could just be out here forever.”

His father had started teaching him how to fish as soon as he was able to walk at the young age of 3. When he held his first pole, he knew he was destined to become a fisherman. From that point on, he never said no to any fishing job his dad offered. For every hour he spent in class, Clouse spent another in one of his father’s boats. Years spent reeling in large catches had brought strength to his arms, legs and back. But Clouse also knew how to be gentle, and he knew force was not always the right path to take. His twin brother, however, was a bit different. His whole game was revolved around being the biggest and the strongest. He’d long ago stopped fishing, his attitude having led to many a broken line. Now, he wanted to go into the games and win for the glory. He was from one of the districts that was supposed to win, obviously, but that hadn’t happened recently, not since the 67th games, and before that, who knew?

Clouse did share some similarities with his brother, however. Being identical twins, Clouse shared the same features as him, including his rounded nose and slanted bushy eyebrows. However, Clouse’s missing fingers distinguished them, at least for a while. “I guess I won’t have to suffer losing fingers in the games.” He always joked while showing the stubs of his left ring and pinky fingers.

He got the permanent injury in a fishing accident at the age of 11 where his fingers got entwined in a fishing net, cutting off all blood circulation from the fingers. He spent several hours with the net around his fingers, until his brother realized the best thing to do was cut them off. Clouse was proud of what his brother did. “Mustering the courage to chop off your own sibling’s fingers is a hard thing to do,” he thought. His brother, however, wanted to look just like Clouse in case anything went wrong in the future, so he cut off his left ring and pinky fingers as well. He also may have seen it as a sign of strength, something to make him look more rugged.

The brothers looked identical to one another, but their attitudes distinguished them. Clouse, like his twin, could be labeled as the courageous type. He always wanted to show that he was able to do anything to achieve his goal. His determination always made others respect him, which he liked. He wanted to be the one others looked up too. He wanted to be the role model. One example of this was when Clouse was just thirteen years old.

He was walking down one of the many streets in the district when he spotted a sign for a fishing competition. During the first qualifier for the competition he failed incredibly. He was told to use a line with which he was unfamiliar, and as he reached back to let it fly, it caught on the waistband of his shorts. After all was said and done, Clouse wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing – the fact that he’d fallen forward on his face or that his shorts now had a tear straight down the middle of his rear end for all to see. Even after this, however, he didn’t give up like most would. He instead worked countless hours and days afterwards to be able to secure a spot in the next qualifiers. Not only did he secure a spot in the qualifiers, but he went on to win the qualifier and then reach the top in the finals. That moment made it clear to everyone that knew Clouse that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, because he always achieved it in the end.

Though he was known to be determined and courageous, Clouse was also the type to be labeled as a coward, as he couldn’t bring himself to hurt anyone, and that is where his brother and he were the most different. Clouse knew he could never fare well in the games, as he would, as his friends and family put it, “Run into someone and freeze up until they kill him.” He hated the thought of murder, having to personally end someone else’s life always made Clouse feel sick, and he knew just how scarred he would be if he had to bring himself to do it. His brother, on the other hand, would have no trouble showing off his worth, and while this made Clouse admire his brother, it also made him fear his twin just a bit.

So Clouse cleared his mind of the dark thoughts and cast his fishing line into the ocean as he sat down on the pier, waiting for his next catch.

[ghosty]

ooo i like him :D