aoife lumiere [d1 fin]
Jul 25, 2017 1:22:20 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Jul 25, 2017 1:22:20 GMT -5
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AOIFE LUMIERE
AOIFE LUMIERE
THIRTEEN
DISTRICT ONE
younger sister of Adonis, Sunshine, Arcann, Athena, and Alvis
APPLICATION BLURB: You're born out of the fire and it leaves a lasting impression, sunspots dotting your skin and flyaway hair that tickles like feathers. Running, jumping, tumbling is natural to you as you glide across city streets and mountaintops, the wind pushing you forward and into the arms of your brothers and sisters. You insist that they go with you, your spitfire energy combusting into cartwheels and back somersaults - if they finally fall victim to your schemes, your laughter is contagious. You channel this into your training but it doesn't always stick the landing; your trainer calls your father, tells him that you don't take it seriously, how your "need for attention" (you think he needs an attitude adjustment) sometimes outweighs your actual attention span. Not like your dad can do anything about it anyway - you run him ragged with your enthusiasm and he often caves.
Daytime personified, you don't realize the dangers of the night - naive, trusting to a fault, an optimist even when it's not called for. The moments that it hits you the heat runs out and you freeze. But those moments have been far and few between, and as you reach for another piece of pie the only thoughts on your mind are how long you can run, how high you can climb, how many backflips you can do in a row, how far you can throw that knife and still have it hit the target. The reality hasn't hit you yet, but you know not what that means.
---
"Aceee!" she shouts with a fistpump as her knife embeds itself into the dummy's chest, fake blood spurting out with a glug glug glug that makes her giggle. It sounds so dumb, she thinks, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow and turning to her trainer. "One more go?" she asks - and then, in a voice so soft that the man has to bend down to hear it - "We made a bet that the worst shot tomorrow pays for everyone's ice cream afterwards. And I really want free ice cream." Shh, it's a secret.
He snorts, allows her to finish her practice a few minutes after her scheduled time slot (she manages to get two more knifes into the dummy's face with a squeal of delightand slight disgust) and Aoife bounds home with an endless energy in each step. Quite quickly, her steps turn into cartwheels and backflips when the street's clear enough that she won't collide into a lamp-post or a rosebush or a heavily pregnant neighbor. She runs into friends along the way, and homework suddenly gone with the wind they gallivant their way to the shops, staring at the sweets in the confectionery and paying for two ice pops because Maisie's mom has become a health nut and Does Not Allow Sweets In The House So Why Would I Give You An Allowance For It Maisie. They spent an hour or so gossiping in the store before Aoife looks at the clock.
"Oh god I'm late for dinner. Like really late for dinner."
She scrambles, dashing across the square and on a whim dashing through the hypotenuse to the house (so what that she goes through three backyards it's fine). She gets a scrape on her knee, the slight redness barely noticeable against the multitude of freckles dotting her skin. She somersaults over a fence before dashing into the kitchen through the back entrance, immediately slowing down to a super casual walk into the dining room. Everyone else is already there. They're either not amused or just don't care.
Sometimes, Aoife thinks her family's too serious.
If she's really honest, literally all the time. Do they ever smile? Is their one emotion just "hardcore"?
Like she loves all of them to death, from Adonis' smile to Arcann's "speak softly and carry a bit stick" persona to Athena's wits - but god this family has to lighten up.
"Hiii," she says as she maneuvers her way into her seat - "Sorry I'm late yessss I finished my homework" (no she didn't) "and I did really well in training today! I hit the dummy in the eye and it fell out it was so gross hahaha." Eventually, with enough pestering, she can get them to crack a smile. If she pesters even more sometimes she can drag them out of their rooms for a jog around the district or a cartwheel match in the meadows. She's the only one to do cartwheels.
They tell her she's acting too young for her age, that she needs to prepare for what may be ahead. But honestly??? She's doing just fine - she knows how to throw a knife and build a fire and take care of the people around her. And she'd much rather be helping others and having fun than spending days practicing the same knife throw over and over and over again. Her trainer doesn't really approve - he even called her dad last week, telling him that she was "easily distracted" and "unfocused" and "has so much potential but at the rate she's going would not last seventy two seconds in an arena". She thinks he just needs an attitude adjustment.
There's no point in not having fun while training for the Hunger Games. Like, the word "Game" is in it for a reason? And isn't she allowed to have friends, or smile? Yes, she'll admit that it's a higher likelihood for her to be reaped, especially with all the Lumiere's coming out of the woodwork (she's very excited about this, which seems to be an outlier of an opinion - doesn't more family mean more potlucks? More cake is always a good thing. More pie is even better. There has not yet been a single potluck. Sigh). But she's ready and she'll be fine, and she's sure another Lumiere will pop up if she really can't do it if her name's called.
Sometimes the moments hit her and they're strong, like when she stands in a competition and her heart beats like a rabbit's and her archery goes a little haywire (but to be fair, she still placed fourth), or when her knees lock and she's swept onto the floor in Round Three of kickboxing, but most of the time Aoife's just... Aoife. Everything will work out in the end. And tomorrow looks like it's gonna be a great day - free ice cream is always a plus.
AOIFE LUMIERE
AOIFE LUMIERE
THIRTEEN
DISTRICT ONE
younger sister of Adonis, Sunshine, Arcann, Athena, and Alvis
APPLICATION BLURB: You're born out of the fire and it leaves a lasting impression, sunspots dotting your skin and flyaway hair that tickles like feathers. Running, jumping, tumbling is natural to you as you glide across city streets and mountaintops, the wind pushing you forward and into the arms of your brothers and sisters. You insist that they go with you, your spitfire energy combusting into cartwheels and back somersaults - if they finally fall victim to your schemes, your laughter is contagious. You channel this into your training but it doesn't always stick the landing; your trainer calls your father, tells him that you don't take it seriously, how your "need for attention" (you think he needs an attitude adjustment) sometimes outweighs your actual attention span. Not like your dad can do anything about it anyway - you run him ragged with your enthusiasm and he often caves.
Daytime personified, you don't realize the dangers of the night - naive, trusting to a fault, an optimist even when it's not called for. The moments that it hits you the heat runs out and you freeze. But those moments have been far and few between, and as you reach for another piece of pie the only thoughts on your mind are how long you can run, how high you can climb, how many backflips you can do in a row, how far you can throw that knife and still have it hit the target. The reality hasn't hit you yet, but you know not what that means.
---
"Aceee!" she shouts with a fistpump as her knife embeds itself into the dummy's chest, fake blood spurting out with a glug glug glug that makes her giggle. It sounds so dumb, she thinks, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow and turning to her trainer. "One more go?" she asks - and then, in a voice so soft that the man has to bend down to hear it - "We made a bet that the worst shot tomorrow pays for everyone's ice cream afterwards. And I really want free ice cream." Shh, it's a secret.
He snorts, allows her to finish her practice a few minutes after her scheduled time slot (she manages to get two more knifes into the dummy's face with a squeal of delight
"Oh god I'm late for dinner. Like really late for dinner."
She scrambles, dashing across the square and on a whim dashing through the hypotenuse to the house (so what that she goes through three backyards it's fine). She gets a scrape on her knee, the slight redness barely noticeable against the multitude of freckles dotting her skin. She somersaults over a fence before dashing into the kitchen through the back entrance, immediately slowing down to a super casual walk into the dining room. Everyone else is already there. They're either not amused or just don't care.
Sometimes, Aoife thinks her family's too serious.
If she's really honest, literally all the time. Do they ever smile? Is their one emotion just "hardcore"?
Like she loves all of them to death, from Adonis' smile to Arcann's "speak softly and carry a bit stick" persona to Athena's wits - but god this family has to lighten up.
"Hiii," she says as she maneuvers her way into her seat - "Sorry I'm late yessss I finished my homework" (no she didn't) "and I did really well in training today! I hit the dummy in the eye and it fell out it was so gross hahaha." Eventually, with enough pestering, she can get them to crack a smile. If she pesters even more sometimes she can drag them out of their rooms for a jog around the district or a cartwheel match in the meadows. She's the only one to do cartwheels.
They tell her she's acting too young for her age, that she needs to prepare for what may be ahead. But honestly??? She's doing just fine - she knows how to throw a knife and build a fire and take care of the people around her. And she'd much rather be helping others and having fun than spending days practicing the same knife throw over and over and over again. Her trainer doesn't really approve - he even called her dad last week, telling him that she was "easily distracted" and "unfocused" and "has so much potential but at the rate she's going would not last seventy two seconds in an arena". She thinks he just needs an attitude adjustment.
There's no point in not having fun while training for the Hunger Games. Like, the word "Game" is in it for a reason? And isn't she allowed to have friends, or smile? Yes, she'll admit that it's a higher likelihood for her to be reaped, especially with all the Lumiere's coming out of the woodwork (she's very excited about this, which seems to be an outlier of an opinion - doesn't more family mean more potlucks? More cake is always a good thing. More pie is even better. There has not yet been a single potluck. Sigh). But she's ready and she'll be fine, and she's sure another Lumiere will pop up if she really can't do it if her name's called.
Sometimes the moments hit her and they're strong, like when she stands in a competition and her heart beats like a rabbit's and her archery goes a little haywire (but to be fair, she still placed fourth), or when her knees lock and she's swept onto the floor in Round Three of kickboxing, but most of the time Aoife's just... Aoife. Everything will work out in the end. And tomorrow looks like it's gonna be a great day - free ice cream is always a plus.
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