Lucina Luelle | Avox {FIN}

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Lucina Luelle
Sixty-Five
Female
Avox
Julie Walters

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

I suppose most people wouldn't be likely to try to run away from the Capitol and its so-called life of luxury. Perhaps I'm different than most people, though. I chose to try to flee the Capitol and its glorification of child slaughter that occurred every year. What I wanted was to get away from the people who thought killing was a sport, that everything needed to be expensive and look pretty and that it was okay to get all of our goods at the expense of the people in the Districts who were mistreated all the while. Even if it was all what I grew up on and what my parents thought was okay, that didn't mean that I thought that it was okay.

That's why, at the age of twenty-two, when I was all moved out of my parents' house, I tried to run away from the Capitol. Unfortunately, I failed, and I was caught. They turned me into an avox, which is one of their ways of punishing criminals. They cut out your tongue and force you to work as a servant to the people of the Capitol. I've been that way now for forty-three years.

My hair, now white, shows the years that have gone by. In my younger years, my hair was a dark brown shade, unlike many people in the Capitol who would dye theirs in vibrant colors to keep up with the current trends. I never wanted to keep up with the 'trends', as it would just connect me more and more with the people of the Capitol that I hated so much. I suppose one could say that I was rebellious from a young age- I would even refuse to participate in Games festivities if I was capable of doing so. Unfortunately, there were times that my parents would force me to take part, which I hated. I loved my parents, but I often hated what they were passionate about.

My eyes, a deep brown, have seen many, many years pass by. I've seen the Capitolite parties. I've watched the fashions change over the years. I've observed the people of the Capitol eating extravagant meals while I struggle to eat the minimal amounts of food they give me with my lack of a tongue. I've witnessed many years' worth of the Games, as I'm forced to watch them just as anyone in the Districts would be. Over the years, I've gotten used to seeing all of these things, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant.

I despise most people in the Capitol. Sure, I've encountered a few here and there that don't treat me like I'm rubbish, but they are few and far between. Currently, my main job as an avox is doing all of the cooking and cleaning in an expensive restaurant belonging to a rich Capitol couple. I often wish I could just poison the food I serve to the patrons at the restaurant, but I know that would just get me killed. Although I hate what my life is become, I'd rather live this life than end up dead, living no life at all.

Before I became an avox, I worked in a restaurant, too. It was my parents' restaurant, and despite living in the Capitol, we couldn't afford avoxes, so the cleaning was my responsibility, as well as assisting here and there with the cooking. As a young person, it never really registered in my mind how bad the avoxes truly had it. Now that I'm living it, I see it all in a completely different light. Some days, I wish I understood that when I was younger. Other days, I think about how, perhaps, innocence was the best option in that part of my life.

Usually, the desire I have in my mind is to give bitter looks to the people around me, but I can't do that. It's as if I'm wearing a disguise as I bow politely to the people who give me my orders. If it wouldn't get me killed, I'd throw a punch at the next person to order me around. If it wouldn't get me killed, I'd disobey them all. If it wouldn't get me killed, I'd kill them instead.

I'm used to the routine that's developed in my life. I wake up, get dressed in the clothes I've been given, making no decisions for myself. I take orders, doing exactly what they want me to do, no choices made by me. Then, I take my minimal amount of sleep that I'm allowed to have at night and make the most of it. Then, my rest is over, and I wake up again the next day, repeating the same routine. All day, every day. Day in and day out.

"Lucina, do this," they tell me.

Wait, no.

"Avox, do this," is more like it.

They have no respect for me, and I have no respect for them.

I just happen to act like I do.

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

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thank u for this omg not enough ppl make avoxes these days. loooooooooove her!!!!