Anuket Tide :||: D4 :||: FIN

[grim]

Seventeen|District Four|Female
FC: Kate Bogucharskaia
Code:Thomas

[grim]

Born from the weeds that scale the depths, you are pale, your face an ivory white. Your father, and mother both fishers, whipping away with their rods, hours upon hours of sweat dripping from their skin. Hours upon hours of bore, every working day, tomorrow is not guaranteed. At least not in this damned world. Your hair burns dark like the charcoal black coals. Flowing down the center of your back, like the midnight streams down a mountainside. Your frame tall and built. You were much like your father, a lean man. You weren't thick, just solid. Your height was rather huge, standing at six feet. You had hoped that you maintain this height, and in your convenience. You hadn't grown in a very long time. Your mother and father both had hair that was dark, same as yours. But yours had so much more vibrancy, so much more strength. It made the people around you stare, many had accused you have using some kind of Capitol enhancement. Though truthfully they knew there was no affording such things. Staying busy enough to walk another day was hard enough.



Your face was speckled with that of a different tone. Many brown spots infecting most of your face, and the tops of your shoulders. Your mother called them freckles, your father blemishes. Either way you weren't content with their being there. You wanted to have skin as pure as the roaring rivers. Anything but an ash cloud taking up most of your face. Wasn't it enough that you had to breathe in this toxic air everyday? You had trouble breathing due to your shit for lungs. Your inside was fragile, incapable of fighting off such stressful conditions. This landed you with many medical problems. Bills that can not be paid, and appointments that cant be made. You spent most of your life suffering, and occasionally excepting some kind of herbal treatment from your aunt May. Your hands were scared and calloused, many years of gutting fish. Though your family wasn't rich, they were determined to have their daughter know that of her future career. They made you tend to the poles, and taught you how to use it, and be safe around it.


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You are from humble beginnings, not much like the rest of the residents. This made you grateful, kind, understanding. But it also made you competitive. You were forced to fight for your life, and doing what you had to, to protect those that you loved was the only option. You could be cruel, hateful, violent. You simply didn't have to, at least not yet. But you understood that there was nothing that you wouldn't do, and this scared you. Your curiosity was both a gift and a cures. You were not afraid to go looking, but sometimes staying hidden was a better alternative. This fighting spirit has landed you in trouble many of times. And your endless curiosity has left you desiring to leave the gates. What could possibly out there? what were they protecting you from? Your loneliness occasionally over took you. You had no siblings to call your own, nor a single cousin. Your aunt May was barren, incapable of child birth, and your mother and father had never produced another child after yourself.



You had witnessed you parents grow apart over your childhood. Slowly their hatred grew for one another. Though it was hatred flamed from that of love. They were deeply in love with each other, but this love has become different then before. They no longer lust for each other, they simply long for each others company. Even you couldn't sense their drive any longer. This has made you lose hope. If they couldn't stay together how could anyone? They were your only motivation for the kind of future you wanted. Children, a husband, a house to call your own. But all of that was no longer relevant. How could you bring another child into this god forsaken world, there was cruelty behind that action. Something that you believed should be punishable by death. District four was an unforgiving place, not even the strong lasted long here. Death and guilt lay just around the corner.



You saw no use in speech, when communicating with the devil was a task you didn't want to attend to. Everyone was willing to hurt you, betray you, abuse you. There were no longer anyone that was trustworthy. So trust was rare to come by, at least in your mind. There was no trust to be given, it was taken long ago. By those that didn't deserve, and those that wanted nothing more then to see you squirm. You loved your family, and funds were to low for them to split. And in a way this brought you comfort. Your father could never truly leave your mother, because he didn't have the means to come to terms with it. And you don't think he would have the stomach to watch his ex-wife and only daughter starve to death anyhow. It hurt you knowing that he wanted to go start a new life with his little tramp. He found her naked in the sea, and now his love for her is stronger then that if your mother. Though your mother and father have countless years together. Men are repulsive, always searching for a new toy to leave abandoned in their room of many.



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You grew up in a house of four. Your mother, father, aunt May, and yourself. They all showed so much love toward you, so much care. They wanted nothing more them to give you the same chance at life they had. It wouldn't be fare for you to be born into a disadvantage. Life was so simple back then. Your only worries where that of your imagination. When the next pirate ship would attack, when the last fairy would leave back into the forest. Your mind visualized so vividly, and perhaps this was the cause of fear, fear for seeing the world as it really is. You ran from ogres, chased after nymphs. And tumbled through a world of magic. Now there was much more to worry about. Food, money, warmth. Live fell from the top of a glorious cliff, and has landed in the pits of hell. Why had those years of wonder left so abruptly?



It seemed as if hate was now a form of currency. Children hated other children, and adults hated other adults. It killed you to know that there was nothing you could do to help provide for your family. Fishing was something that you found little enjoyment in. You ate food that you hadn't done a damn thing to earn, and this made you sick. You wanted to feel as if your help meant something. Your parents gratitude for your efforts were always so graceful, but you knew there concern. They knew that it did little to nothing for their expense. It spared nothing more then a few coins. Some day soon you would help, you would do something to end you parents working. Whether that meant training even harder, or entering that damn arena, you couldn't stand by and watch them hate each other.


You had been a sweet girl, morals and kindness, but how would anyone else react to your situation? Your father is cheating on your mother. You would think in her time of need he would be there, but he was just another man. They wouldn't ever forgive you, not for what you have done. And that is why no one is to ever know. Your pale arms drip with the blood of someone else. You had ended the pain, you had ended the suffering. It was one less mouth to feed, and one less burden to carry. She deserved this more then anything, she was the first rip, and she was the reason for your families tear. You were all slowly ripped apart, and you had fixed that. But was it the right thing? You didn't understand, why it was so wrong. You were simply cleansing the world of one of its many injustices. As you sit near the creek, rinsing the blood of your fathers dead mistress from your hands, you begin to laugh. You laugh because there was nothing keeping your family apart any longer. You have finally contributed to your parents hardships. But no body could know, but you knew, and you could finally be at peace. Her body drift along the rivers pull, and you watch as she disappears. Forever to be lost somewhere outside of those gates. You were your families savor, you were their salvation.

[Arrow]

accepted!