I don't remember the revolution.

I wasn't there for a lot of it.

When I was young, my twin brother and I lived in District 12 as orphans. 4 years before the bombing, we were adopted by a couple from the Capitol who were unable to have their own children.

I know, they could've just adopted from an orphanage in the Capitol, but no. Capitol people were all about being different; having rare things, looking one-of-kind with your own style, etcetera.

So Garric and I were shipped off to the land of the rich and strange. For the next 14 years we'd grow up to be misfits; kids who were forced to look and act like those around them, even though they weren't even part of their group.

So now Garric and I have been transformed head to toe so that we'd meet our "parents" expectations. Our dark brown hair is streaked with bright colors, are skin pierced and tattooed. At least we were allowed to choose our tattoos...

When the revolution ended and the Capitol lost, all the citizens' privileges and delicacies were revoked for their actions. Our parents were forced to move from the colorful streets of the Capitol to the forest in it's outskirts. They were outraged; not being able to go to the salon, or have food delivered to them at a snap of their fingers.

Though our parents had no idea what to do, we still managed. Garric and I pretty much ran the house in order to keep us all alive. We had been doing the same routine over and over until one fateful day, when everything changed.

A/N: I've had this idea since forever, and now I've finally done it. I'm not sure if it'll be completely accurate though; it's been awhile since I've read the books.

Anyway, as usual, check my profile for more info, ask me anything your heart desires, yada yada yada...

*Yawn* I feel like barfing and I'm really hot and uncomfy, so I'm like popcorn wasted. We went to the movies today and saw Mockingjay (why I finally gained the willpower to write this) and I gorged myself with popcorn, pretzels, and M&Ms. And now I'm paying for it...

Also dudes, expect some L x Light yaoi comin' your way because I am on a Death Note kick and I'm craving a sad, characters-experience-a-lot-of-emotional-turmoil, tears everywhere, sickeningly sweet type of fic and gosh diddly darn it I'm gonna write one.

Peace dudes, wish me luck with life and all that junk...

(Nnnnnuuuuuggghhh I'm so junk-food-wasted, fuck... I have lost the will to move...)

~Unique Pines