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Post by xDawnie on Jul 20, 2011 19:40:38 GMT 7
Nineteenth muse? Which is ironic since he's nineteen years old. Hahaha. I'm so witty. Anyway. Cinna's the stylist for Katniss Everdeen for the 74th and 75th Hunger Games. But this Cinna's the younger version, he's in his twenties in the books, while here he's just nineteen. Pretty and broken. He grew up with an abusive father who died when he was eight, had a pretty quiet life with his mother after that. He's always aspired to be a designer, but when he was old enough to first see the Hunger Games he wanted to be a stylist as well. He's a very sweet muse, and he actually thinks before he acts. Very shy and adorable. Very innocent and naive, loves to draw, generally tries not to attract attention to himself. While other stylists in Panem might be flamboyant, Cinna goes the more subtle route. Stylishly subtle, at least. He's represented by actor Max Thieriot |
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Post by xDawnie on Sept 12, 2011 15:36:11 GMT 7
[ a p p e a r a n c e ] He's sort of lanky, tallish with honey-brown hair and green eyes. His hair he keeps spiked (but if he's just been recently asleep it sort of flops all over the place), very pretty. He has that sort of childish innocence look about him too, which is very sweet. At this age he doesn't wear much makeup, but when he does it's usually very light - light pink lips and light golden eyeshadow, nothing else. Picture |
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Post by xDawnie on Sept 12, 2011 15:36:24 GMT 7
[ r e l a t i o n s h i p s ]
& - - with my muses
He likes Light and Al, who both make him feel very comfortable. He thinks Isis is very cute and may spend time petting her bunnies. Ellis bemuses him.[/i]
He seems afraid of Adam, Loki and Illidan, while he has great respect for Michael... as everyone does. He's okay with Eames and Zach, and doesn't know Blaise, Blaze and Sirius all that well to say. He's probably afraid of Blaze though.
He's also just met Michel, and is probably afraid he'll wreck something of his. He's smitten with the kid-twins, Kirsty and Vaanya II.
Thorn intimidates him and makes him blush like mad, Tom scares him, Siv and Dassy make him blush because they mostly wear stuff that bare their arms and he's just a blushy little boy...
He hasn't met Fiyero, Raito, Vanira, Alec, Lura and Alyssa.
& - - with other muses
He's really only met Chaos' muses.
He's taken a real shine to Kurt, is somewhat wary of Thomas, Tommy and the Spy. He likes Remus, but almost everybody does.
He feels that Zander is more or less a kindred spirit, and more or less comfortable with him (comfortable: blushing only every five minutes or so). They're currently going out... if I can say that.
He's also met Harry, who I think he respects to some extent. Cin quite likes him, I think.
Who else? I'm not sure if he's met Tommy, but he's met Maxxie and likes him because he's funny and sweet and generally adorable. He's shown Maxxie his designs and stuff, and his sketchbook.
& - - with the author
He's like my adorable kid brother.
Only, you know. Older, taller and not quite related to me.
But I love him, he's very cute.
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Post by xDawnie on Sept 12, 2011 16:06:24 GMT 7
P o s t F o r m a t
D r a b b l e This drabble takes place in Cinna's universe, - Gamesverse - in the average-sized studio he shares with his business partner, Portia, with whom he delights in creating designs and special dresses. He is currently alone, waiting for a client.
Hopefully you can get an idea of what he's like from this drabble.------------------------------------------------------------------------ And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at Babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel [/i][/color][/size] He doesn't mind being alone. There's nothing to hurt or be hurt by when he's alone, at least. It's safe when it's just him and yards and yards of unused cloth, ready to be styled.
Cinna loves his job, not just because he's good at it (and he is, very good) but because it provides him an outlet for his creativity, to piece things together with his hands and watch the cloth turn into something beautiful to be worn (even if he silently disapproves of the flamboyant styles his neighbors love to don and twirl about in) on the body, an extension of one's self without physically changing the body.
He disapproves of that as well but there's nothing he can say against the government, after all. They're always right, he reminds himself as he touches a series of buttons on the machine, holding the cloth straight as the needle flies in and out, sealing the crimson together.
The chime of the doorbell startles him. Cinna flicks the switch on the machine instantly, blushing like he's been caught doing something wrong. "Just a minute," he calls softly, knowing his voice will carry in the silence as he hunts through the folds of red and black on the work table for his measuring tape.
The bell chimes again just as his hands fold over the end of the tape. He pulls it up around his neck as he hurries over to answer the door, cheeks lightly flushed with embarrassment; he's never usually this untidy, but today's just one of those days. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he tells his client, a tall, strong-looking man with the customary neon-colored hair. His flush deepens when he notices Archon's eyes running over his body, taking in what a mess he is, Cinna thinks. It's embarrassing, to say the least.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just getting some things done," he says, already wincing inwardly at how lame it sounds. Archon nods and gives him a slow smile as he steps inside.
"Don't worry," he says, voice deep and faintly reassuring, eyes on the young stylist's face. Cinna looks away, wishing he could stop blushing (hah, like that ever happens). "Shall we begin?"
"Oh- oh, of course." Cinna tries to step past Archon to shut the door, but for some reason (is he really that broad?), the client remained in the way.
He halts. Large green eyes flicker up to Archon's face in surprise when a soft chuckle filled the silence, and then the client wags his finger at Cinna, who ducks his head again. "Remember what I said about asking, my dear."
Oh. He doesn't mind. It's manners, isn't it?
"M-may I shut the d-door?" he says (whispers, really).
It doesn't explain his stutter, though.------------------------------------------------------------------------ male | 19 years | 5' 9.5" | human | Max Thieriot
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