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reach for the window pane | {tori} Jan 15, 2012 22:22:05 GMT -5

Post by chelsey on Jan 15, 2012 22:22:05 GMT -5

ambroseaisling

district ( o n e )

"It's too late, you're too late. Reach for the window pane. Look to our childhood for screws that are lose, don't we?"

Usually, parties are Ambrose Aisling's esque, but something about tonight ringed at her pale neck. The ornate walls choked the breath out of her, the loud music screamed at her sensitive ears, the sight of people dancing clawed at her eyes. It's one of those moments, again, she told herself as she felt droplets of sweat layer the back of her neck. The painter needed to find sanity in the midst of all this turmoil, and she needed to find it quick.

By moments, Ambrose meant her claustrophobia getting the best out of her. Of course, there were medications for this, but the disease seemed to glint mischievously in the most unexpected of times. Well, it was either unexpected or unwanted.

Ambrose arrived at tonight's party with every intention of dancing her worries away - literally. Not that she even had a worry to spare, this year's Reaping was over, and she hasn't been picked ~~to her parents' dissapointment~~. But, to her own secret pleasure, she was glad that she has survived yet another year. Her Reaping ages were dying out, and soon, her parents' fantasies of "Ambrose Aisling the Victor" would die as well.

Of course, happiness is only ever short lived, and within an hour of arriving to the party, all thoughts of dancing and partying vanished.

Most of the people in the crowded room were familiar, so it was hard to escape the scene with everyone constantly greeting and chitchatting with her.

Her chance came in the form of a neon green sign labeled "EXIT," and she covered her face as she ran towards the door, hoping no one would catch sight of her.

The door led to a balcony with a spiral stair case leading to the ground. The building in which the party was held was a high one - a towering one at that. Luckily, Ambrose contained no fear of heights. Besides, the breathtaking view would've distracted anyone from the fact of how high up they were. But, unluckily, for Ambrose, this particular moment prevented her from even noticing the gorgeous sight. Her blonde, curled hair unwinded from it's previous bun updo - random strands of gold falling down to her mid back. Irritatingly, she pulled at the pearl clips that held her hair together and felt her them tumble down to it's full length. The fifteen year old's black, regal dress was wrinkled from her running - it wasn't meant for much physical activity. With her trembling hands, she smoothed out the crumples before place her hands on her hips. A gust of cold air swept around Ambrose, but she didn't shrink back from the wind, even when the hair on her arms stood up from the lack of warmth. The frigid temperature brought her senses back to her, and she inhaled it deeply, her body shuddering at the exhale. She paced in small circles, her heels clicking the marbled floors. Calm down, Ambrose, she told herself repeatedly. Nothing's trying to trap you.

The anxiety was evident in her expression, and no matter how hard she tried, the flutters from her stomach wouldn't disappear, and the chattering of her teeth would not go away.

No one's out to get you, She lamented. No one's out to get you.

"Isn't this the point of being young?"

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reach for the window pane | {tori} Jan 15, 2012 23:48:05 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 15, 2012 23:48:05 GMT -5

Callidos Mason
eighteen . single . district 1

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These were not events that Callidos Mason looked forward to. He dreaded them. The only one happy to attend was his father. His mother clung helplessly to the elder Mason’s arm as they entered the building, forced to come along to the party. Callidos nodded his head at the host as they all entered the main room. People were cluttered around a table the length of the room that was filled with food and drinks. Others lingered on the dance floor, most of them younger; the children of victors. The rest of the people were clustered together in groups. His parents had migrated over to a couple about their age who must have been visitors.

He glanced down at his suit. The dress pants felt oddly loose around his legs and his black shoes seemed a bit too tight. There was no matching jacket because he had refused to wear one. It wasn’t his fault that he got hot in everything he wore and ended up staining most of his clothes with sweat. It was bad genes. And if he had to sit through hours of this, he was at least going to do it comfortably.

Bored already, he wandered over to the food table. There was everything a person could ever want to eat, but none of it fit his appetite. He grabbed a cup from the side of one of the punch bowls and filled it up with what was inside. This party would be more fun if there was something alcoholic to drink. Callidos took a sip and let the sweetness of the red drink slip down his throat. It was sweeter than he had thought it would be. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw words of escape looking back at him: Exit.

The stairs led up to the roof, and when he opened the door he was greeted with a refreshing breeze. Callidos loosened the black tie around his neck until the knot flew apart it was left hanging undone, held in place by his collar. With his right hand he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. The breeze felt heavenly against his chest. In a moment’s time he had rolled both of his sleeves up as well. He took another sip of his punch, leaned against the railing where he had a full view of the district below, and enjoyed the silence.

Unfortunately, the silence was quickly interrupted when a girl emerged seemingly upset and headed straight toward the railing about ten feet away. She had turned right instead of left so it went unnoticed for a minute that Callidos was present. He took a minute to observe the girl, wondering whether he should say something or not. Of course saying something would mean he’d probably get pulled into a lot more than he wanted to. And it would require effort to listen to whatever was bothering the girl. But then he thought about how didn’t know how long he was going to be here for and he better occupy his time in some way.

Callidos chugged the remaining liquid and then threw his cup over the side of the building and watched it fall. There had been no way he was going to take time to search for a trash can. He stood up and slowly walked over to her she was standing. “You might want to make sure no one else is around before you start barging out of places.” He stopped walking once he was about two feet and she turned around. Callidos tried to read her expression.

[ooc: Sorry for the post quality. I'm a bit tired. xD]

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Last Edit: Jan 15, 2012 23:49:23 GMT -5 by Tori

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chelsey
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reach for the window pane | {tori} Jan 16, 2012 16:05:58 GMT -5

Post by chelsey on Jan 16, 2012 16:05:58 GMT -5

ambroseaisling

district ( o n e )

The faint sound of a plastic cup clattering against the sides of the building shot Ambrose's head up. The sound of footfall and the speaking voice only caused her to sharply turn on her heel. Her pale, blue eyes met dark, brown ones. She had been too busy trying to convince herself that no one was out to get her, earlier, that she hadn't even noticed the presence of the stranger.

"You might want to make sure no one else is around before you start barging out of places."

He must've been at least two or three years older than her. His shaggy blond hair almost covered his brown eyes, which seemed just about as alive as a corpse. He stood two feet away from her, and Ambrose could already tell he was much taller than her. The stranger was dressed in a dress shirt, pants, and shoes - all without a jacket. You're not cold? She thought to herself as she rubbed her hands against her own bare arms, the sight of him reminding her of her own lack of heat. She would've returned inside and find another place of solitude had the stranger not spoken.

"If you didn't want any barging, maybe you should've locked the door."

Ambrose took precautions to make sure her voice didn't reveal how she felt inside. The terrified look was immediately wiped off her face once she heard the stranger speak. The shaking of her hands froze, and the flutters in her stomach stilled. Her face was calm and serene, all previous traces of anxiety gone. During times like these, the fifteen year old usually finds herself tranquilized by instinct. Even with the worst of situations, Ambrose could never let herself crumble apart in front of anyone.

Besides, who is he to witness the collapse of Ambrose Aisling?

OOC: No need to apologize, your post was great. ^^

"Isn't this the point of being young?"

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reach for the window pane | {tori} Jan 23, 2012 20:20:59 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 23, 2012 20:20:59 GMT -5

Callidos Mason
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When she spun around, he was able to see her features more clearly. Her long hair was a lighter blonde close up. It curled at random points and looked untamed. He imagined that her hair had been styled differently before she found herself on the top of this building. Sharp blue eyes glared up at him in an extremely intimidating manner. Even though the sun was beginning to set, he could still see the brightness of them in the faint light. Her make-up seemed to be smudging a bit in places, but he could she had her skin was a soft irony.

“If you didn’t want any barging, maybe you should have looked the door.” Her tongue was almost as sharp as her eyes. Callidos raised his eyebrow in question. She seemed so defensive for a girl her age. She looked to be about three or four years younger than Callidos. There was a slight breeze and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up, but it was nothing too much to handle. It felt soothing against his warm skin. He had no idea why he got hot so easily, maybe there was something wrong with him.

Callidos walked slowly to stand against the rail on her other side. If he was going to have to start a conversation, he may as well at least get comfortable. “It’s not my building to do with what I want. What is your reason for barging anyways, princess?” The nickname was more a stab at how she seemed to present herself when she had company. Theway she dressed would have fit his mother's description of his ideal women to take to wed. This girl's personality was starting to fit it as well. Snappy, defiant, and somehow still well mannered. Too bad he wasn’t interested.

He did everything he possible could not to dress nice. There was no need for him to waltz around and flaunt his wealth. His father was a victor, not him. Besides, looking nice always required so much effort. Effoert he was not willing to put forth just so someone could assume they knew him by his appearance. “You certainly came out here in quite a rush. Did I miss out on something exciting in the hall?” He doubted it. But maybe it would get her talking.

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reach for the window pane | {tori} Jan 24, 2012 22:07:35 GMT -5

Post by chelsey on Jan 24, 2012 22:07:35 GMT -5

ambroseaisling

district ( o n e )

The stranger slowly walked in Ambrose’s direction - and, for a split second, she questioned his intentions. But, then, he leaned against the metal railing of the roof, his eyes facing her - this action washing away any forms of threats that the fifteen year old previously created. She watched and listened to him halfmindedly, her head was still reeling from the previous naseua. A few mere seconds to herself weren’t good enough to convince the painter that the world wasn’t closing in on her. It took her a few seconds to realize that he even spoke.

“What is your reason for barging anyways, princess?”

The bitter remark dripped with sarcasm like poisonous venom, scorching the fifteen year old’s pride. Princess?! The nickname ripped at her already wretched state of mind, her own hormonal imbalance making the scene worse than it actually was. The violent thoughts that ensued weren’t very princess like at all. She felt the fiery temper within her blaze through her body, creating a glowing red on her cheeks instead of her usual ivory pale. Who is this guy anyways? The way he nonchalantly spoke and kept himself in isolation told Ambrose he was a loner of sorts, an outcast. But, then again, he wasn’t too shabby looking of a fellow. If this guy wanted friends, then people would flock him like a herd of geese. It’s on purpose then, Ambrose concluded. Loner or not, it still was no excuse. If Ambrose was going to be called a princess, she at least expected to be treated as one. She struggled to maintain her cool face instead of pulling the full fledged tantrum that bubbled under her exterior - like lava ready to burst from the Earth's surface.

Before she had a chance to bite back, the older stranger continued playing his little game. “You certainly came out here in quite a rush.” He said. “Did I miss out on something exciting in the hall?”

On normal days, the blonde probably would’ve ignored the man or leave the place all together. Displaying her fiery temper in public would only gain her an ear full when she got home, so why risk the chance? But, today was a day with no ordinary circumstances. Obviously, the pair could both use a little more entertainment, and maybe she could poke at his own tolerance with jabs from herself when she gets a chance. Ah, hell. She thought. If you can’t beat them, join them.

“No, in fact, your royal highness found it quite dull inside.” The fifteen year old replied, less bark in this bite. She forced her anger level to drop, violently pushing it down to a stage where she didn’t waver with wrath. When her trembling halted, she hesitated on whether or not to leave the man, now.

To drown, once more, in the sea of sweaty bodies? She questioned. Or to stay with him?

He won.

She ~~hesitatingly~~ joined the stranger at the rail, a few yards separating the two. She leaned her elbows and back onto the cool metal, letting a tingling sensation crawl up her naked skin. Maybe it’d be better to amuse herself here while she waited for the claustrophobia to wear off, after all. Besides, Ambrose could use some fresh air.

Reading his expression was just as easy as reading a book. He was bored, here. Why else would she find him alone on the roof? She had a reason for coming out here, but what was his excuse? Taking her own shot at pet names, she asked, “And you’re obviously enjoying yourself out here, aren’t you, sweet pea?”