Post by ACADIA JAKOV on Jun 12, 2012 11:56:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #ededed; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] acadia jakov Name: Acadia Jakov Age: 28 Date of Birth: September 4 Sexuality: Hetero District: 1 Occupation:Past Victor of 85th Hunger Games-Mentor Family: Mother-Gertrude, Father-Sampson Affiliation: Against Face Claim: Penelope Cruz Acadia's eyes scanned the field. Her heart was racing. Her hands were shaking. But then she spotted him. One more. Taking a deep breath she raised the small dagger and aimed carefully, watching his every movement. He glanced around and stooped to repack his lunch. She bit her lip and gripped the knife so that she could release it properly. Time felt like it was standing still. Only a week ago she'd been at home with her family, training for the games she'd adored her whole life, dreamed of winning. And now here she was, and her heart felt broken. Closing her eyes Acadia threw her arms forward with everything she had, and released the knife. He fell. And then she heard the booming voice in the sky say the thing she'd dreamed of her whole 17 year old life. "Congratulations to our winner of the 85th Annual Hunger Games, Acadia Jakov!" Acadia woke up suddenly from the dream, sitting up to find herself sweating and clenching her teeth, her hands balled into fists as she tried to catch her breath. She looked around the dark room. From the far bay window she could see the street lights outside, which meant it was still early in the morning. After a moment she swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked across the plush white carpet towards the bathroom. She knelt by the side of the trash and threw up bile, feeling the familiar nausea subside she stood up and washed her face. She wished the dark circles under her eyes were erasable. But after 11 years she still hadn't found a solution for them. Sleep was next to impossible. She looked into her vast closet, trying to think about what to wear out of her choices of expensive outfits and promotional costumes she'd worn to past games. Finally settling on a plain black, floor length gown for the mentor pre-reaping meeting she slid the cool satin over her head and smoothed it. She noticed it fit looser than before. But eating was a struggle as well, even when she had every type of delicacy at the ring of a bell. Walking out of the room she sat down in front of the gold-framed mirror and worked on fixing up her hair. She'd wanted this. She'd dreamt of this lifestyle, of the glory of winning, being able to mentor her younger peers. But she hadn't known the cost of surviving the Games. The tormenting nightmares and guilt and the faces. Oh their faces never went away. She remembered exactly how and where she'd killed the 5 tributes she'd personally executed. Two boys. Three Girls. All younger than her. Acadia had to let her hair fall as she dropped her hands to the desk to steady herself. Because this was it. Empty memories in a vast mansion where no one wanted to live aside from herself. She didn't have anyone. Her parents died. Both from a deadly virus outbreak a few years back. And she did not want marriage or children. Never children. Because she knew the cost of the Games, and it was not worth living with. Standing up she left the master suite and descended the grand staircase and decided to start breakfast herself. The chef was probably asleep and she knew she shouldn't wake him. She measured out the ingredients for hash and began cooking, watching the food fry monotonously and trying not to think about today. More talk about new techniques for mentoring, more angry discussions about what to tell tributes and what not to. "Withhold some clues so that they develop their own style!" "No you must tell them everything so that they survive!" "Yes but if we all tell them everything that would be terribly boring." And so on. She hated it, she really did. But this was her life. She'd volunteered for the games. Volunteered her life for this. Although it wasn't exactly what she'd thought she was signing up for. A life of going through the motions, living in reverse and trying to run away from a never ending bombardment of nightmares wasn't exactly her cup of tea. Cracking a few eggs into the pan she watched them sizzle and let out a long breath. But it's what she had. Must I? Check out District 1 folks! Stef. 19. Aeliana, Flynn, Marionette, Ajay, & Rafaan. |
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