Waging war until nothing's end.

Cecelia Selkirk of District 8. Semi selective indie thg. Mother. Victor. Mentor. Winner of 56th Hunger games.

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Rebel yell..

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“Its break time. They’re all in their quarters…well, those of them who have lived this for so long they don’t know how to be human are. Everyone else is doing whatever the hell they want.” More new blood…from…one of the middle Districts from her accent.  Her face was familiar too…a victor perhaps? That was usually where he remembered people from… “Welcome to the hole in the ground.”

[bravxcxcelia]

Well that explained a lot, she sighed in relief, good so their were plenty of survivors perhaps she’d see some friendly faces. “Yeah thanks, didn’t catch your name there..” she offered her hand to the stranger though he seemed oddly familiar. “Cecelia Selkirk,” she mused. Victor of the 56th hunger games, she didn’t include that title..it was one that she didn’t want to be reminded of. The quell had turned her life upside down..she had gone back and for what? For this? “victor.” she finally muttered.

[bravxcxcelia]

Rebel yell..

They were in the middle of a war, one she wished not to be apart of, simply because she has children to look out for. Don’t get her wrong, she believes in everything the rebels are fighting for but she cannot associate herself with them knowing that her children’s lives could be threatened. With the damage in eight, Cecelia had no choice but to move herself and her three children to 13. Now she was apart of the war regardless if she liked it or not. Their welcome wasn’t exactly warm..the grey jumpsuits were a sight for sore eyes as she grimaced at the monotony of the underground district. They had been shuffled off to quarters where they would stay. It had been a few hours since the settled in, she had changed into the jumpsuit, it was all they had. Exiting their bunk, the woman looked around curiously, unsure of where to go she wandered to the cafeteria. “Where on earth is everyone?”

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✘Cecelia Selkirk of District 8. { bravxcxcelia}

✘Semi selective indie thg.

✘ Mother. Victor. Mentor.

✘ Winner of 56th Hunger games.

✘Mun is 18+, semi-selective, active.

I am Cecelia Selkirk, and this is my story….I grew up in 8 the youngest of four children, all boys except me. I learned to become one of the boys in order to survive. I was never much into make-up or dresses or pink and glitter of the sort. I always was roughing it, scraping my knees, getting into punching matches with Havoc and Bruiser. When I turned sixteen I was reaped into the 56th annual hunger games. My father who was a recovering alcoholic started abusing shortly after..leaving my brothers to protect my mother from his violent wrath. No one volunteered for me, no one even objected. I left them that day, horrified and disturbed by the thought of death being so near. I won my games by luck and primal instinct. I never wanted to kill them..but they pushed me there..and things got ugly. There was a girl I had made a pact with, Lilybird, she was only 14, young enough to be my sister..I promised that we would get out of the games together, an empty promise that I knew I could never keep..she was like a sister to me. She was from 6. One night we got separated..I called her name over and over but never did she answer. We had a secret hiding place that we stayed hidden from the careers..a small fortress of rock and lumber. When she didn’t return I was even more worried..I went looking for her and that’s when the canon went off. She had been murdered in the most horrific way by the career pack. Enraged I hunted them..each and everyone until I remained the last one standing, nearly hypothermic, covered in dirt and blood, the capitol had their winner of the 56th hunger games. Now I am 35 years old with three children of my own, two girls and a boy. My husband left me years ago for a younger, more sane woman..I never liked the bastard much anyways. The best thing he did was give me my kids, who became my life and soul. My eldest, Opal is strong so much alike myself she looks out for the younger two always making sure they are on time to school and eat their breakfast..she’s their second mom. My son Damask nearly died when he was three, the collapsing of the school nearly took his life. After that incident I decided to home school my children. My youngest, and most fearless, Lilybird, I named her after the dear sweet girl who had touched my heart all those years ago..I see my friend in my daughter. Kind and pure. I will do anything for my children..anything and everything to protect them. During the 75th hunger games I was reaped again along with the rest of the victors..I left my children in the care of my estranged aunt..I hated to leave them..yet again at the mercy of the capitol, i was subjected to be their monkey and dance when they wanted. I thought I died that night…leaving my children nothing..on the brink of death I was taken to the capitol where I was altered, into someone I don’t even recognize anymore..someone terrified and feral. they had messed with my mind..so much that I almost drowned my son in the bath tub..and burned Opal’s arm..

I am not the woman that I used to be…fear has warped and changed me into someone I can barely recognize.

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"Are you going to stand there and continue to mentally belittle me? or are you going to say something worth while?" she could be blunt when she wanted too. And this was one of those times. Never though was it meant to be vindictive or ill mannered.