Celestina Pamplemousse | Capitol {FIN}
Oct 18, 2017 11:17:23 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 18, 2017 11:17:23 GMT -5
[googlefont="Fascinate Inline:400"]Celestina Pamplemousse
Glamour. Fashion. Lorenza Aita of District One was that type of icon for me. She also had the same crazy personality as I do. Therefore, I decided to take on her appearance. With the plastic surgery abilities of the Capitol, I’ve modeled my own looks after that of the past tribute that I adored. I already looked quite similar to her, with the same dark, wavy hair and beautiful brown eyes. Of course, I couldn’t just take the good parts of her appearance, either. I adopted her flaws, too. I wanted to be just like her. Therefore, I have the same birthmark under my right eye, which I could tell, at her reaping, that she was trying to hide. It was clear she didn’t like it.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get rid of all of my own flaws with my body modifications, either. I still have a scar on my lower back from a life-saving surgery that I had when I was a child, which I hate, as it’s visible in my swimsuits. Regardless, I’ve learned to cope with it, and don’t complain too much, as I look significantly closer to Lorenza than I imagine anyone else ever has or will. I adore my new appearance, and I’m very glad that I spent the money to have the same sort of figure as Miss Aita had. I’m curvy, and I dress similarly to how I imagine she would have, although I never knew much about her life in District One, since it was never really shared with the people of the Capitol.
I like to think that I'm a lot like Lorenza was in personality, too. She demanded to die naked, showing that she had a rather fun, adventurous side to her. I'm like that as well, although I'm not sure I'd have demanded to die naked. I would have still wanted to go out in a fun way, though, nonetheless. The girl seemed like the that would party, which is something I love to do, too. Sometimes, I have a bit too much in the way of alcohol, but I wouldn't consider myself to be addicted to it.
The plethora of friends that I have know how fun-loving I am. I have the job of a fashion designer, but in my free time, I like to do whatever I can to enjoy myself. My closest friend, by the name of Warbeck, is a lot like me, so we spend a lot of time together. Sometimes I even think that I may have a crush on him, as he's quite attractive. He's one of the people that I would do almost anything for.
I love to draw. My hobbies are usually more adventurous-seeming than that, but drawing is the one thing that I can do to calm myself down. When I focus on it, I get a lot done. Sometimes I can even get some clothing designs finished for work if I really put my mind to it. When I get upset, it's the one way of relaxing myself that I have, other than talking to those I care about. I often wish I could just spend time with my family to make myself feel better, but we've started to grow apart, causing that to not really be an option.
My family used to be very kind towards me, but ever since the seventy-sixth Games, and my growing obsession with plastic surgery, partying and 'doing the fun thing', they've started to grow a bit more bothered by me. We don't spend nearly as much time together as we used to, and there's a lot of arguing. Perhaps that's why we aren't as protective of one another as we once were. The only person in my family that I feel still really cares about what happens to me is my younger brother, Casper.
As I was growing up, Casper and I spent a lot of time together. I assume that that's why we're still close with one another, even if I'm not close with the rest of my family. We would always play together. We'd watch the Games together, too, and each choose a tribute that we thought would win from the start. I remember being correct about who the victor was going to be, once. Although, I also remember being completely wrong before, and the tribute I thought would be victorious was the first to die. Regardless, we always had fun times together, and I never want those memories to fade.
I'm not entirely sure why my sights honed in on Lorenza at her reaping. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or perhaps her appearance. Whatever it was, though, she's changed my life, whether it's for the better or the worse. I look just like her now, causing people to do double-takes on the streets. I'm happy, though, and that's what matters. Whether or not people approve of what I've done, it's how I am.
