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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Nov 6, 2010 21:02:17 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Nov 6, 2010 21:02:17 GMT -5

Gage Cooper
.|Here's my Bio|.

Oh I've been going through a hell of a time
Making sense of all that you left behind
When I arrange it into columns and lines
I always think it's adding up, but it never does.

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Your eyes never truly open to see all the things around you until you've witnessed enough hurt and pain. The kind that makes those innocent ones cringe from the sight, or the kind that makes you want to let all the bile forming in your mouth go. My eyes were innocent, ones that only ever read about the horrible lives people lived. The fiction books were the only things that opened up the dark side of the world. That was until all I saw was hurt, through the eyes of my old co-worker.

She always had a look of confusion, as if she didn't know what to feel. When our lips touched for the first time, it seemed like all she would've felt were conflicting feelings. When she said love, the same look was in her eyes, showing the emotional pain she must've been going through. None of that could compare to my pain though, both physical and emotional. My arm was still tied up in a sling, the bruises still covering my whole body. The results of a horrible accident, that I really had no control over.

The doctor kept explaining to me that it was my fault. I was the one that walked off the side of the cliff, and hit the ledge. At first, I didn't actually understand her, because I didn't remember anything about the accident. Then, once the injuries were more prominent, I remembered. But I still can't remember that it was my decision, or why I even would do that. The events before that are so hazy in my mind. The girl, who's name is one of those memories that left, caused me so much pain. What kind of pain though, and why I had it is a mystery still. And it sucks because I know I'll never get the memories back.

The path from the hospital to the forest has acted like my third home for the past month. The hospital, being the second, has me under an exercise period, so I can get back the strength I had before I decided to fuck my body up. They hope to make me stronger than I've ever been, which really isn't that hard. And I can't say I hate the exercise. The energy that I have, the extra strength. It's a huge gift that I get from just jogging down the path for an hour, and working out in the gym they have for an hour or two.

It also provides a way to communicate with the citizens that walk down the path too. They keep me updated on the current news of the Capitol, the Games, everything. The Games are a difficult topic though, seeing as one of the tributes is already gone, and another still remains. Nobody really knows if they could be talking to a sibling or friend of one of the tributes. Still, it provides a way for me to try and be more social. The accident did alot more than break my bones, bruise my body, or ruin my memory. It made me wake up, and try and get more friends.

That's why I stop when I see the beautiful girl just a bit away. My heart has only ever felt attraction once in it's life of beating, but that girl has left no impression. I can't even remember her name, let alone her face. So, when my heart starts beating faster, I know I have to meet this girl, to try and get the feeling of attraction once more. But I can remember that girl. She was my co-worker or something. The memories confuse me, and the only way to stop would be to talk to the girl. My feet carry me over to her. My tongue runs across my dried lips, preparing them for the speech that is to come.

"Hi. Name my is Gage." I stammer, and then put my head into my hands. This is why you were never social Gage.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Nov 20, 2010 14:31:28 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Nov 20, 2010 14:31:28 GMT -5

-Dashica Starr-
My bio's right here, if you need it.

Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself
From saying something that I should've never thought
Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself
From saying something that I should've never thought of you

I'm worthless.

There are so many job opportunities for someone to go and find in District 3, and I have yet to even set foot into a factory. I really don't know why this hasn't happened yet though. What, I don't want to go back and work in the factory again? Already, the quality of food is decreasing drastically, and here I am - walking along the road that leads to the outskirts of town - towards the forest. I'll be honest, I've never been there. So why am I so interested in seeing it now? I have to get a job, not wander around pine trees and whatnot.

I don't know why though, but my feet are just carrying me there. It's a good thing that I have warm enough boots to do this though - it's flipping freezing out here. The wind is chilling my very bones as I trudge along the path towards the dense forest ahead. I heard that some guy actually jumped off a cliff around here or something. Strange; why do people try to kill themselves anyways? It's simply a waste of time to do that; instead, you could face your problems head-on. Or something of the sort. I haven't actually done that yet.

It's been three days since I lost that job. Yesterday was my last payday actually - at least the filthy boss was nice enough to actually pay me for my troubles. The secretary gave me a glare as I walked out of the room. I knew she never liked me. In fact, many of the workers sneered at me as I started to exit. I never knew I had that kind of effect on people; hated, loathed. Did they think I was a... a whore or something? Nonsense, just because I wore a slightly smaller skirt than the rest of them does not mean that I'm a slut. Although the rate that my family uses up our paychecks, I'll end up becoming a slut sometime soon if I don't get a fricking job.

My feet finally hit the dirt, and I know I'm near the edge of the district. The area is foreign to me, filled with greenery. It's actually peaceful here - not like the hustle and bustle of people rushing from their lunch breaks back to the factory (I'm going to miss being able to actually stay at my office for lunch. That cafe had always been an inviting place though - I haven't been there in years). The air smells wonderful actually, rid of all of the pollution that exists here. I take a deep breath, exhaling after I've breathed in a large amount of that amazing smelling combination of Carbon, Oxygen, a bit of Argon here or there.

I haven't seen anyone else here as of yet. Perhaps this trail is just never used? Hmm. That wouldn't be logical - there are traces of footprints embedded into the soil, which is why I can sense somebody behind me. As I turn, I'm face-to-face with some guy my age. Oh. Great. I don't like to talk to guys my age; they're too horny and really only want to go on a date with me... or something of the sort. I simply stare at him as he stammers out his name. Wait... what was his name? I realize that I hadn't even bothered to listen to the boy, his hands now stuffed into his pocket. A small wave of regret washes over me. I feel bad about zoning out, but the area here is just... It's overwhelming with its beauty. But I have to answer him anyways.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh......... Hi!"

I end my statement with a quick smile. But now I'm just... standing here awkwardly. Sooner or later he's going to understand that I didn't catch a word that he was saying, causing ton of dread to pile up inside my stomach. This isn't good. Not good at all.

Okay Dashica, what the hell are you going to say to this boy?

I DON'T KNOW!

Stop complaining, now think girl. THINK.

Umm.. okay, so we're in a forest, and people don't-

"SO.... Doo you come here often?"

The rather stupid remark leaves a slight blush on my face, as I stare at the boy, waiting for something to happen. Most likely he'll just leave. But I don't really know how this kid ticks - maybe he'll decide to stay. I don't really mind either way, just as long as I can somehow incorporate his name back into the conversation.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Nov 28, 2010 16:04:24 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Nov 28, 2010 16:04:24 GMT -5

Gage Cooper
.|Here's my Bio|.

Confusion is the only thing that can be seen in her eyes. Her words come out slower, only backing up my thought that she doesn't know what's going on. It takes all my strength to keep the grin off my face. Being in the hospital has limited my options of fun. Sure, walking in the forest can be great. It's absoloutley breath-taking, and generally empty. But never can I actually do the things I used to. No more machines, no more wires, and no more making people's lives hell.

Yeah, it definately doesn't seem like I was much of a shit stirrer before the accident. It was always work, and never play. But there were those times when I could get a little jab in, making the person stop and think about everything. It was a little jerk move that allowed me to let go of all my worries. The doctors are out of the question. I can't just piss them off, unless I want to have something else wrong with me. After all, they do have full control of my body, and it's future state. Then there's the other patients. I'd be the sickest man alive if I tried to piss of sick people. They have enough to worry about. They could be dying, or maybe just in pain. There's no need to add onto that.

But this beautiful girl that stands before me is definately one of those people I can play around with. But don't take that wrong. Not in a sexual way. Sure, I know about what the normal teenagers are probably doing when they are off from work. "Hanging out" in a dark, hot room is not my idea of fun. I've never even thought of doing any of that. Maybe that's what the girl is trying to get to? Do you come here often? Seriously? Not many people get to watch T.V for long amounts of time, but I've seen enough comedies to know that "do you come here often" is one of the worst pick-up lines in existence. And that's coming from me, the one who doesn't even understand the full meaning of a pick-up line.

Perhaps it's best to just play along, and try and find out what she actually wants to do with me. She could just want to get away from me, and just pretend she never met the broken boy on the path. But something in those eyes says she needs a friend. Maybe she didn't want for her eyes to share that, but the look of loneliness is definately there. In my times of boredom, while stuck in bed, studying human habits is the one thing that I can do and be entertained by it. To say that I'm a master of understanding humans wouldn't be that far off. Her eyes watch me for an answer, showing that she herself doesn't know what to do with this situation. Looks like it is in my hands after all.

"Not often enough. Beautiful, isn't it?" I'm talking about you dammit. I grin, showing the one thing that most girls find attractive. My smile has always been nice. Warming, comforting, safe. It says "I'm not one of those jerks that just wants to sleep with you". At least, that's what I want it to say. I might as well keep playing around though. You never know how it could turn out. Then all I can think about is what might happen with us. I just met the girl, but already I'm seeing her in the place of that Morven girl. I'm definately not minding the thoughts too. She isn't that bad to look at. The way she's tightly bundled up in warm clothes is nothing else but cute. Then all I can think about is impressing her.

I take off before saying anything, right over to a tree. "Here. I want to show you something. I've never showed anybody this before." I beckon her over, and then jump up to the first branch. Having only one hand already proves to be a disadvantage. I guess I can show off my strength more, as I pull myself up by one arm. The new exercise program definately has helped. I would've struggled for years otherwise. The branch is sturdy under my feet, so I continue up further, all the way near the top, and then I look out at the scenery.

District Three spreads out across the horizon, it's beautiful glass factories dotting the neighborhoods. The smoke puffs out, creating a weird smoke illusion, giving off a shimmering light. The sun reflects off all the glass, making everything look like a sunset. The day may be cold, but it's still beautiful. The smallest bit of snow rests on the tops of the building. It's absoloutley amazing, but only one thing could make it better. So, I look down, hoping to see the girl climbing the tree too.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Nov 28, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Nov 28, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -5

Oh, great. He's one of those jerks who want to sleep with me.

This thought pops spontaneously into my head as soon as the boy smiles at me. Sure, hopefully he meant it to be sincere, or something along those lines. But the only thing that I got from that little exposure to his pearly whites was that he seems like he's trying to please me in a way, and I don't like that. I've been with too many other jerks to really care about his smile in the first place. At times, they'll draw you in. But soon, the smile becomes worthless as you realize just how much of a douche they actually are.

True, the woods is rather nice, astounding even. But that doesn't necessarily cause some girl to fall dramatically in love with some guy just because they both happen to like looking at a flipping forest. Then, the guy starts walking towards a tree, telling me to watch him. He's trying too hard. I don't like guys who try too hard. End of discussion.

But then he climbs a tree with one freaking arm, and I must admit that he's pretty strong. But being strong doesn't mean that I'm attracted to you. I mean, if that were the case, wouldn't many people here be attractive? Well... Maybe not - this is District 3 after all; we're not known for our muscular prowess.

I can barely see him now... But I spot a glimmer of his hair near the top of the tree. Wait, does he expect me to follow him or something? These boots aren't made for climbing. With a sigh, I take them off. The black fabric will get ripped against the tree bark, and I really like these shoes. Staring at my socks for a tad bit, and making sure that my scarf is securely wrapped around my neck, I head for the tree.

Step-by-step, I'm slowly climbing up the flipping tree. I'm nearly halfway after a while, looking upwards to notice that the boy is far above me. You've got to be kidding me. If I get out of this alive, I am not climbing a tree. Ever, again. My hands are blistering from the rough bark, and I'm getting a few cuts and scrapes from my arms being pushed against the tree. I even think I see a bug or two crawling along. Gross.

Finally I end up on the same level at he's on, and I look around. The city... It looks both breathtaking and horrific at the same time. The snow is making everything look nice and pretty; dainty almost. But... There's just so much smog that I get a bad feeling that we're all going to die due to some lung problem. Mentally, I make a note to come out here more often.

For a while, I just stand there, looking at the horizon. At times, I don't know whether to exclaim in disappointment or wonder. I mean, it's beautiful, but the thought of my family working there for such a long time... It makes me rather depressed. I have to move them out of there somehow, get them more money, just do something. I can't stand not... Not doing anything to help them.

I look at the boy, and smile a bit. He really is something I guess. Being able to climb up here just to show me something that he felt was really cool. I look downwards, and start to make my descent. I really do appreciate him bringing me up here - now I'm positive that I'm going to get a job, no matter what it takes;

and then my foot slips, and I'm falling. A scream slips out, but then the momentum of gravity takes over, pulling me downwards towards my grave.

Shit.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Nov 28, 2010 19:59:45 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Nov 28, 2010 19:59:45 GMT -5

Gage Cooper
Here's My Bio

I watch as she slowly makes her way to my level. This moment is definitely one that I'll remember for a while. Something I'll probably end up writing down in my journal. Not because the girl actually seems to be enjoying herself in my company, but rather because I can see us being friends. I'm starting to think the accident did more to me than just break a few bones and screw with my memory. It changed me into somebody who actually wants to step out of my shell, and talk.

The bark feels rough under my hands, surely going to leave small cuts on the skin. Great, adding to my huge collection is lots of fun. The cold wind whips my hair around, chilling the skin that is exposed. I breathe in the fresh air, closing my eyes to enjoy all of this. My worries disappear, letting me just relax for a moment.

Then my mind can only focus on Morven. I don't know why I keep thinking about her. I can't even remember her first name dammit! But I'm still remembering the kiss, the moments together. I still remember the feelings I had for her. And then I remember the moments before falling off the cliff. The one word that sent me running. Whether it was out of fear or surprise, I don't know. But I'm suddenly shivering over the memories, until my mind replaces the face of Morven with the girl. It brings me back to reality, looking right at her smiling face.

Her smile captivates me, forcing me to hold onto my breath. I guess I did have it in me after all. I can be a social person if it comes down to it. Then she's slowly descending, and I immediately start to follow. My eyes follow her as she makes each step on each branch. This day can only go uphill from here, right?

Until she slips. The branch snaps sideways, allowing her to begin plummeting. I'm jumping off my branch before she can go anywhere. My hand grips onto another branch, swinging my broken arm down towards her. Her wrist fits perfectly in my grasp, and I exhale with relief to know she didn't hit the ground. Then the pain comes, and I finally realize I used my broken arm. A loud scream leaves my throat, causing everything but death. The metallic taste of blood is all I taste, but I ignore it. I did tell the doctors I wouldn't scream anymore. Looks like that was blown out of the water. My grip stays strong though, holding her up while helping put her onto another branch. Jumping down from branch to branch, I finally hit the ground, and then reach up to pull the girl down.

She fits in my arms perfectly as I pull her down, and gently set her onto the cold hard floor of the forest. I'm cradling my arm before I know it, letting out my breath in short bursts. Then, I'm embracing her, holding onto her tightly. Part of me feels confused, wondering why I'm showing so much emotion so fast. The other part is begging for more. "Are you alright!?" I speak through my gasps for breath.

OOC: Consented powerplaying people. Dash needs to liiiiiveeee (:

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Dec 3, 2010 22:50:28 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Dec 3, 2010 22:50:28 GMT -5

{{:Dash

LIVING/THINKING - 866775
SPEAKING - D9A6BD
FLASHBACK - 842F4F

Life sure does suck, doesn't it?

I mean, we go through all of the motions of living; going to work, learning new stuff in school; but why? Why do we even bother? We're all going to die anyways, some sooner than others. Take the games for instance - twenty three kids die every year, no matter if they were goody-two-shoes, or simply jerks. All of them die.

Looks like I'm about to join them. Fear rushes through my veins as my hand wildly flail, attempting to grab something - anything to keep me from falling from such a height. It's so high - much too high for a rather nonathletic girl to really survive from. Another scream is let out as I feel myself actually falling now - I'm going to die.

Oh my god, someone help!

Grab something! Anything! Grab that bran- okay you missed that one, grab this one!

Still, I start to tilt backwards, not being able to grab a single thing. My feet are now completely in the air - only milliseconds are left before gravity truly takes hold of me; dragging me downwards into a seemingly endless drop towards doom. It's astounding how short of a time it would take to land on the ground, especially compared to the effort it took to get up here in the first place. Still, I look around, desperate to find something to hold onto as I start to fall downwards.

Falling towards my doom.

Maybe a tear falls from my eye, perhaps my scream was so loud that it got the boy's attention. But I simply don't know what happened, for everything goes back. I sure didn't recall any family members or anything, nor do I think about anything really. It all just fades away.

I vaguely feel a tight squeezing against my hands, as well as my feet moving downwards, scraping a rough surface, causing slight jabs of pain to enter my consciousness. Maybe a scream entered my mind? For all I know, it might have been either the boy or myself, maybe even the wind.

I can tell that I'm coming around now - I can sense it. I'm lying inside something warm, pressed against my sides, almost as if... something's holding me? Slowly, I open my eyes to see his face. The name pops into my head suddenly. Gage, I think inside my mind. Hmm, perhaps I was somewhat listening after all.

What? He... He caught me? How? His arm... It was broken. Yes, I could swear to my grave that his arm was in a freaking scream. Plus, there wasn't blood dripping from his mouth earlier... What happened? I feel a sense of unease. It's almost as if something sinister occurred. I have a strange sense that he saved me... But how? It's just not reasonable, you know?

It's not. There is absolutely no reason as to why he would be able to catch me without doing horrible damage to his bones. Sure, I may be light (yes, I know how much I weigh. I make sure that it's under a certain amount by... Well, unconventional methods), but I'm not so light that he can catch me with one freaking hand. But I'm not questioning it just yet, I'm just grateful to be alive.

Alive... Holy crap I'm alive! A surge of adrenaline rushes through me - enough so I can at least open my eyes and watch as we finally reach the floor. My hands shakily grab at the cold grass as I collapse onto the floor, my frame racked with sobs. I could have died. My family wouldn't have known where I was - they would have assumed that I had gone out to look for a job. But now, they won't have to worry, for I'm alive.

He saved me.

The thought pops into my head so suddenly that I almost miss it. Yes, he did save me, this was for certain, but I didn't really think about it until now. I did think about how he did it, but I guess my mind didn't really comprehend the fact that he rescued me from certain death until this exact moment. The brain is funny like that sometimes - making you realize something after the deed has been done.

Suddenly, I'm wrapped in a tight embrace, gasps of breath are the only thing audible as the two of us simply stay in this position for a while. I assume that I'm not the only one who has absolutely no idea as to what's going on right now, so I don't push him off right away. After all, he saved me; I rationalize that he deserves at least something for his troubles, even a hug would suffice.

However, the feeling in the air is slightly similar to the aura that I felt when that boss lured me into that meeting room. A sense of unease fills my body, and the growing sense of discomfort simply multiplies by large amounts in my body.

It had been a cool day out, so I had been wearing one of my "longer" skirts. Sure, it was just above my thigh, but it gave me attention, which I craved dearly. What else would get you a job here. As soon as I had entered the building, I had been told that the boss had wanted me to assist him in recording a meeting. Now this had surprised me - although he did acknowledge me, not many words were shared between each other. There was never a good moment to really get to know him.

But still, I went. Thoughts of promotions and increased wealth ran through my mind, creating a nervous, yet slightly ecstatic mood. My features brightened, my smile widened. But when I entered the empty conference room, my mood wavered.

He was there - standing right in front of a large table. He beckoned me to come closer with his hand. I had quickly followed his instructions, hoping to show that following orders was a particular forte of mine.

Looking back, I should have just asked where the others were. Perhaps I would still have the job. Maybe he would have simply decided to ignore me later on, or try again at a different date. But hindsight is always something that will never change what happened. So I went to him instead.

Words were exchanged. I could feel the... mood in the room, making me feel pretty damn disturbed. I wasn't used to this. Sure, with pubescent teenage boys, this was common. But not with middle-aged men. No. Slowly, I had backed out of the room, but he had followed me, pinning me against the wall. He demanded... something, or else.

I took the "or else".

I don't want to make him feel bad. I mean, he actually is a tad bit on the cute side - aside from the blood and all. But I just... I don't know if I'm ready for this yet. Slowly, I stop returning the embrace, and simply sit there, unmoving. I gaze at his face, the arm - everything. Sentences slowly come forth as well, making their way out of my vocal chords in a hesitating manner.

"Are... Are you alright? I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. It's just..."

I trail off, not knowing what to say. Shock is slowly overcoming me, and I simply don't know what to do anymore.

So I start crying instead.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Dec 6, 2010 17:32:01 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Dec 6, 2010 17:32:01 GMT -5

--Gage Cooper
Record here.

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Words can never explain the pain you have when you feel that you caused somebody to cry. She left my arms, somewhat more distant than before, as if she was remembering something. Her words fumbled out, as if she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to say them. My arm gets a stab of pain at the mention of it, making me flinch. I can't just let it take over my face though. Then she'd feel more sorry.So I wipe the blood off my chin, pretending nothing actually happened.

The way she stood there quietly, seeming to be deciding what to do made my heart warm up in sympathy. The tears didn't help one bit, making it feel more like a painful warmth. The warmth of realization that there's nothing you can do to help. I want to pull her back into an embrace again but I can tell that's not what she wanted. She wanted out of it, for whatever reason. I had to be done with emotional Gage though. I had fallen too easily, and remembering what happened last time I did that, it's just not worth the pain. Nothing should be.

"I'm sorry for-for...everything. I'm- I'm just not very good at...love." And there it goes. All my feelings I once had disappear within seconds. Yes, something could make this moment bad. And it's that one word. Love. It probably would hurt me less to be reaped, than to hear that word. I can feel my heart break, inside my chest. It remembers. It remembers the moments when my parents actually acted like they loved me. "Yeah, well so am I." I mutter, and then step to the side. My body launches itself into a full run, right out the door, and then out of the lab. And it brings me to where I went when my family left. When love left me before.

The mountain ends abruptly, showing a beautiful sight below. Creeks and waterfalls blend nicely with beautiful forests. It looks like heaven, but it once was where I pictured my death. And once again, the thought of me crashing into the hard rock ground below makes me shiver with excitement. Excitement shouldn't be what I feel though. I should be afraid. Afraid of what my mind might make me do. My left foot moves forward, out over the large emptiness. Here we go Gage. This is what love makes you do.

But nothing compared to the pain of love.

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The memories flood back. The memories of my accident, the one that I gladly couldn't remember. Now, I know that something does compare to the pain of love. The pain of friendship compares to it. The pain of wanting to comfort this girl compares to it. Sure as hell does. "I'm alright. It's just an arm. I don't need it much. Actually, yes I do. But don't worry about it. It'll heal, like it already started to do. Can I bring you to the hospital maybe? Miss...I'm sorry, I never got your name." I smile sheepishly, cradling my arm. It actually does hurt more than I let it seem to be. The bone definately left it's socket, leaving me with a throbbing sensation of emptiness.

"Are you sure you're alright? I have no problem ending this da-" I cut myself off, placing my hand over my mouth. Good fucking job! This isn't a date! "Sorry. Not a date. I don't think this is a date. This isn't a date. Unless you want it to be. Wait. You know what, I'm just going to shut up now." Sighing, I run my hand through my hair, messing it more than it already is. Damn, I must need a break from all of this romance stuff.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Dec 14, 2010 21:36:35 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Dec 14, 2010 21:36:35 GMT -5

LIVING/THINKING - 866775
SPEAKING - D9A6BD
FLASHBACK - 842F4F

A soft sob erupts from my vocal chords. It's a choked sound I guess, filled with shock. Tears are created as well - the salty mixture drips off of my chin, landing in a small pile on my scarf (which is ripped now. So much for that). I turn away from the boy for a bit in an attempt to control my emotions. Or something like that; it's rather hard to think properly when tears start streaming from your eyes and sobs erupt from your vocal chords.

I sit like this for a while - legs crossed, hands on my lap, staring downwards at the ground. Snowflakes begin to dance in front of my vision, and my hair has been covered in a thin layer of frosty whiteness, which seems to make my hair cooler and wetter at the same time. The tears slowly begin to stop, and I reach for the follicles. I feel the cold snow that's piled up onto my head collapse into one compact fist-full of ice as my hand squeezes the cells together. I don't really know why I did this - perhaps it was simply an odd way to wipe the drizzle of snow from my head. Slowly, I force myself upwards, gazing at the drifting snowflakes, which dance towards the ground in a lazy-like pattern. For a second, I smile; but then I hear his voice.

Crap. I forgot he was there for a second - I don't really see how, seeing that he just shucking saved my life, but eh. Whatever. I turn around, gazing into his eyes as he finishes his first sentence. They're a nice, warm brown color, which reminds me of the mud that develops after a hard rainfall in the woods (well, people come back from the forest, so I'd know what the mud looks like by the wet dirt on the bottom of their shoes). I find myself being drawn to them almost, like it's rather hard to look away or something...

No Dash, this is not the time to be gaining a mini-crush on your savior.

...Fine. But you must admit, he's pretty hot.

... Meh.

My eyes slowly trace over his features as he starts to speak again. His skin is very smooth I think, pale as well. It would be rather attractive I guess, in some lights. I don't think it would stick out much - many of us in 3 are pale, sickened by the fumes from the factory. But his skin seems to have some sort of glow to it - in my opinion at least. It could just be snow radiating off our faces for all I know.

His eyebrows are rather bushy and have somewhat of a confused look to them. It actually looks a tad bit funny, so I smile a bit more, feeling the slightest bit of blood rush to my cheeks. Inwardly I groan - now is not the time to get a blush, Dashica Starr. I cough a bit in my fist - perhaps it's an attempt to prevent him from seeing the light shade of pink that's appearing on my cheeks as I hear him say "date". Or maybe it's because I'm imagining what his lips would feel li-

STOP GIRL. SLOW DOWN THERE.

He looks a bit frazzled now, attempting to make me forget that I heard him say date or something. I actually think that it was kind of cute, in an odd way. Meh, I don't know anymore. But what I do know is that he really needs to get his arm looked at. He's incorrect about arms - the healing process will just take even longer now that he sort of broke it again (my bad... heheh...heh).

He runs his hand through his hair, an action that I just find to be absolutely adora-

WHAT DID I TELL YOU? No. Just, no.

B-But he's really cute and he seems nice enough-

No, Dash. That's what you said about Tommy and Peter and Michael and Rebecca-

Rebecca? I didn't date Rebecca... I don't even know a Rebecca, unless if you mean that bitch who's in the same class as I am. I'm not even bisexual.

SHADDUP, IT WAS A SLIP OF THE TONGUE.

I realize though, that I've probably been here arguing with myself for a while, but Gage (It's Gage, right?) has already finished what he was trying to say. Shit. Now I have to answer him. Stupid train of thoughts, disrupting my ability to listen.

Excuse me? I was just trying to hel-

SHUT. UP.

"Oh, no. I'm perfectly fine. Sorry about that. Um, I really think that we should get your arm checked out. I mean, I'm not a doctor or anything, but I'm pretty positive that you hurt it pretty badly...

So I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't be a good idea to have a date right now, per say, but... Maybe we could meet up sometime? Just... The two of us? I'm Dashica by the way. But you can just call me Dash - most people do.

Uhh... Shall we walk back to the... hospital now?"

After internally smacking myself with a giant whale, I hold out my hand in a half-assed gesture for him to grab it. I mean, I don't want to seem... Desperate, or rushing through things too quickly. But for starters, he might... I don't know, collapse from pain or something like that, and I really don't want to be stuck dragging him somewhere. I'm just not built for things like that. My hands are too small, my muscles are too weak, and I haven't moved machinery in years.

But if he needs magical touch-typist powers to save his life, then I'd be of some use to him. I guess. Yeah.

[[I'm sorry, I don't know what she's talking about at the end]]

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Post by ∂αмєη on Dec 22, 2010 17:03:39 GMT -5

Gage Dean Cooper
You want to know about me? Okay?

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Gage's Speech : : : 669966
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Concern is all I can decipher in her beautiful brown eyes. Well, maybe a bit of conflicting feelings, some that seem to put her into a state of confusion. After a long silence she speaks, her voice like medicine on an open wound. "Oh, no. I'm perfectly fine. Sorry about that. Um, I really think that we should get your arm checked out. I mean, I'm not a doctor or anything, but I'm pretty positive that you hurt it pretty badly...So I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't be a good idea to have a date right now, per say, but... Maybe we could meet up sometime? Just... The two of us? I'm Dashica by the way. But you can just call me Dash - most people do. Uhh... Shall we walk back to the... hospital now?" Dashica. Dashica. I smile, letting the info solidify in my mind so I will never forget. Dashica. Dashica. Then it clicks. 'Maybe we could meet up sometime? Just...The two of us?' Did...did she just ask me out?!

I freeze on the spot, suddenly unable to react to the questions that she asked, suddenly unable to react to the facial expressions she shows, suddenly unable to reach the girl in front of me. Everything gets fuzzy, as if it was never real, just a figment of my imagination. I can't hold onto reality anymore. It slips from my hands, all of it and it's realityness. Just gone from my hands, bringing me down to my knees on the cold hard ground. Maybe I heard shouts. I wouldn't know. Blood starts building in my ears. I can feel the thick liquid inside, preventing any more sound from entering into the deep crevasses that usually interpret the sound, transferring it to my brain to decode. Suddenly, things aren't getting better. No longer am I on the road up the mountain to the hypothetical house that I once occupied. No longer am I climbing my way up to be the old Gage again. Now I'm falling. Falling. Falling. I hit the ground, my face scratching against the rough gravel resting on the ground. I can feel the blood leave my face, the pain accompanying it. And I know what's going on.

This isn't the first time I've had these episodes. I was in the hospital, laying in my bed when the first one hit. It was the day after I first woke up, or so the doctor's told me. I felt like I had been awake since the horrible fall. That I was conscious during each moment when the rocks shattered my bones. I opened my eyes to the same lights that I saw each time I entered the world. Wow. Entering the world. It's just like birth. I see the lights, blinding and new, like things I've never seen before. I can't remember why I'm here, what I'm doing, who I am. Thing is, I felt like I was new. Like I truly was new to this world. Anyways, the doctor was sitting there, a small disk in hand. "This video was sent here by somebody from the Capitol. A Ms. Ella Cooper. Do you know her?" And the same thing happened. The sudden loss of your senses, the weakness in your limbs, the feeling of your head closing in.

And it was all happening twice as hard in the forest with the girl Dashica. She wouldn't know what to do as a teenage boy hit the ground in front of her, violently shaking, blood coming out of every hole it could on his head. Even I wouldn't know what to do. The pressure built near my brain, pushing harder and harder, closer and closer. The nerves around my body started reacting. My hands flew to my head, trying to relieve the pressure, providing no support at all. No, nothing at all. Harder. Stronger. Falling. Death. Can't. Remember. Anything. Pain. Blood. Forgetting. Love. Dashica. Katie. Parents. Abandon. Hope. Dreams. Crush. Hit. Rocks. Mountain. Falling. Stronger. Harder. Black. I feel like I'm falling back, entering a dark abyss. The darkness hugs me, welcoming me as a new friend. It calls out, shouting my name, pulling me in, dragging me further. No hope of return, no wish for a second chance. Nothing more and nothing less than regret. A deep regret for the things I never did. Sharing my feelings with Katie, being there for Dashica, meeting my mother and father once more. All those things I never did, and all those things I never will do. Right? The darkness suddenly starts moving. "CLEAR!" An electrical shock burst through my chest, my skin feeling like it's on fire. Repeating. Burning. Pain. Death. The shocks continue, my heart fighting to work together with the lifesavers. "CLEAR!"

I shoot up, sitting straight to see the darkness of the forest once more. Blood is all I taste, see, hear, feel. That and pain of course. And I can only form one thought. One thought that usually is the last I'm thinking.

Dashica?

[[OOC: I don't know what just happened. He just said to me, 'Damen. I'm going to have a fit. You are going to write about it. Don't ask why, I have no explanation.' And that was all there is to it. XD]]

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Post by shrimp on Dec 24, 2010 15:32:55 GMT -5

D A S H I C A - M A U R E E N - S T A R R

LIVING/THINKING - 866775
SPEAKING - D9A6BD
FLASHBACK - 842F4F

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The hand is still stretched out, the fingers slowly freezing to death in the fridgid cold. I shiver a bit as I silently wait for him to hopefully make up his mind. Will he grasp my hand? Will he decide to hang out with me for some other time? Why did I even ask this? Because I like him or something? That's a ridiculous statement after all, I've known him for a full half an hour, you know? Yes, he is somewhat ~~very~~ attractive, but that doesn't mean anything to me... Right?

Oh face it Dashica: You're a slut. A good-for-nothing girl who falls for the typical male faster than most people in District 11 (District 12's like, rich now) would jump at a piece of food. Seriously. Why do you always fall for the typical male due to petty reasons? Well, this isn't exactly a petty reason, but I digress. You are, quite simply, a good-for-nothing boy crazy whore. Yes, a whore. You've been through more boyfriends than the Hunger Games has had tributes. You know how many tributes that is? A whopping 1344 tributes.

Of course, I haven't actually dated 1344 boys, but I've just had... A lot of boyfriends in general. All have ended in heartbreak for one of us - mainly myself. I seem to always draw the fucking short stick with males. They cheat on me, and I don't find out until every single thing has dissolved into one unreasonably bad mess. The worst part is that I always think Oh, this one isn't going to cheat on me. He's not like that. And then BAM, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I seem to always find them in compromising positions, or the rumors eventually spread to my ears. Either way, I find out about it, and it's not very pretty.

Arguments and accusations fly out of my mouth, and I know that I simply don't have a chance with the boy anymore, with the horrible things that I'm saying. Of course, most of it is justified, but I seem to be the one whose temper boils over, then wants to forgive and forget. The others aren't exactly like that. So I'm left alone, standing by the factory entrance, or sitting alone on a bench in a small park, watching as they walk away. Sometimes, I'm the one who struts off, but the pain is just as prominent. I feel betrayed.

So why am I leading myself into another mess? Is it because that I think he's different? Perhaps. Do I thrive off of the pain? Perhaps. But I don't think that's it. Maybe, just maybe... Maybe I'll finally get some security for a little bit - just for a little while. The eye of a hurricane can last for a few minutes, but the peace and quiet of one can make a person feel safe for a bit, like everything is going to be alright. However, the storm kicks in again, and they're left stranded in the torrents of rain and wind, wondering what the hell went wrong with their escape route... Or something of the sort.

I look at his eyes, hoping for an answer. But everything's silent, save for the slight wind that's battering at my freezing hands. And then, he just falls. Onto the ground, and blood starts pouring out of his ears, his nose, his... everything. Oh my god... What- What the FUCK is going on?

"G-Gage? O... Oh my god, Gage! Umm, oh no.. Hang on, alright? Gage? Can you hear me?"

He's nonresponsive. Oh my god, this isn't good, not good at all. I drop to my knees, hovering over his body, his hands plastered against his head, as if he's trying to stop the bleeding or something. If I don't get help quick, he's going to die, that much is certain. So I've got to get help - how far is the hospital? A few shucking miles? Fine. Alright, I'll do it. He needs to live.

"Gage, if you can hear me, I'll be right back! Right back, okay?"

And I'm off, my feet flying across the forest floor. My breath comes in pants, in and out, in and out. Shallow bits of air enter and exit my lungs so quickly that I don't even register that I'm breathing. All I know is that I need to get to the hospital. I need to find help. I trip on a root, fall flat on my face. But I just scramble upwards, not really stopping to stop the blood flow that's trickling out of my nose. My scarf flies behind me as the wind picks up, howling with intensity, screaming with evilness... If that's a word. Whatever.

I eventually burst into the hospital, my vocal chords echoing nonsense, and I can only point and say "Gage, blood... Oh my god," before hysterically dropping on the floor in a heap. A bunch of doctors immediately rouse me up, demanding to know where Mr. Cooper (Gage Cooper?) is. So I dash out the door, beckoning them to follow me. It seems like it's taking even longer to reach him when I see his body lying there, a pool of blood turning the snow around him a dark pink. I hear shouts as they try to revive him with electricity or something, but I can only watch numbly as they shoot the jolts into his heart.

And suddenly he jolts up. I scream in relief, and soon start crying. I rush over to the boy, pushing some medic out of the way to reach him.

"You.. You just fell and you head and... The doctors used this electric thing and you DIED Gage Cooper. DIED. Don't... Don't ever do that again!"

That's really all I say before the hysterics kick in again.

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a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh] Jan 20, 2011 18:47:48 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 20, 2011 18:47:48 GMT -5

G A G E x D E A N x C O O P E R

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I have grown in a life where nobody really cared for me. I had family, I had friends, I had just about everything you could ask for except for love. Except for the one thing people would give everything for. I couldn't though. Nobody would take my love. Well, actually, I have had people who care about my favourite color or my favourite food. Green and macaroni and cheese. Greatest things ever. Still though, nobody cared how I felt, what I wanted and how I'd wanted to achieve it. To say I had grown used to the life is an understatement.

That all changed. It's like when a little kid opens up a present and finds the cutest little puppy staring up at him with curious eyes. I'm the little kid that has opened up to find something that I'm not used to and something that doesn't seem very used to me either. But the relationship will grow, that's for sure. The relationship would definately grow between those two curious creatures, the relationship would change for me and anybody who tried to care for me. I had my personal opinions on each one who tried to enter my life, most of the time it being a negative opinion. But things would change. Things would grow to become better, or so I hoped.

Katie and I still haven't improved but at least we haven't been changed. The silence that filled the room during our meeting told me that things would never be the same. It was all my fault too, but that's another thing I'm used to. It's always my fault. Even if it makes no sense. I could be half-way across the freaking country and my parents could be blaming everything on me. It's likely too. They never loved me. They never will, they never can. I won't let them. They turned me into what I am today. They made me do the things I have done. They made me reject the words from Katie like a lactose intolerant rejects milk. They made me into this beast that can't go for a freaking minute of happiness without hitting the ground and bleeding profusely. Love has done that. And I'd do it back one day.

Even if my heart didn't want it, my brain would make me turn my back. I couldn't take it again. Could I? My thoughts are quivering like my voice probably would be. Uneven, uneasy, worried, scared. Definately. I'm not stable. I understand that nobody is but I'm more than somebody. I'm something instead. Like I work on clockwork instead of organs. That would explain why I just can't initiate anything from the beating organ that should be in my chest. I kissed Katie, yes, I'm sure I did that. Did I mean to kiss Katie? I don't think I did. I don't know the reasoning behind it. I have never been one to have emotional attraction, let alone physical. I would never be able to do that. So, maybe it was impulse.

That could be what has guided me along the whole way through my 'new life'. Impulse. It makes sense. Do what seems right at the time and then worry about it later. Great life policy Gage. Go screw your life up even more. I wasn't even supposed to be in this position. I was supposed to be a hard worker in the factories, not somebody who chases many girls and expects for them to care about him. That's fitting for one of the jerks that picked on me at school. Not for me. Not for Gage Dean Cooper. So, impulse has changed all that. It has changed what I do, why I do it and how I do it. I used to work because I had no life and I'd do it all the time. Now, I care too much, letting out all my emotions because I can and it is only ruining things for me and for others.

Impulse. That must be it. Guiding me everywhere. Making me smile at Dashica just before the hysterics must have hit her. I push myself up, maybe because of impulse again. Moving myself over towards her. Wiping the blood from my face with one hand, pushing Dashica's hair back with the other. "Dash, it's okay. I'm okay. You're okay." I try and tell her, but I see the paramedics coming towards us. Doctors, ambulance stretchers, worried passer-by's. They are all watching, some moving closer to inspect. "Dashica." Maybe impulse kicked in again. Maybe I felt like it was the right thing to do, moving forward and gently kissing her on the side of the face. I pull back, the heat on my lips feeling numb as it reacts with the cold air.

And then the doctors arrive, pulling me up onto the stretcher, laying me down and strapping my body to the board. And maybe Dashica was treated the same way. Maybe impulse made her do something else. All impulse has done for me is made me care.

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