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Tugging At Heart Strings//Open May 13, 2011 15:28:16 GMT -5

Post by ishouldbedead on May 13, 2011 15:28:16 GMT -5

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Walking was Bay's main muse when it came to her art. Her hair tight in a bun on the lower right side of her head, she set out in the early morning to find a new idea for something. Anything to block out the Hunger Games. She passed homes and a couple shops before coming to the square. Some run down, but still beautiful building lined the streets surrounding the Justice Building. Bay's eyes fixed on the area she stood in every year for the Reaping and shuddered.

Block it out. Too many kids. You'll never get picked. Remember that, always.

Bay sighed and walked to the side of the Justice Building, finding the small square she and Marcine, her late cousin, carved into just weeks before his Reaping. A tear rolled down her pale cheek as she remembered his laugh and smile. "I love you Marcine. I miss you." Bay pulled her pad of paper and sketched an idea for a shelter that would come in handy for the Hunger Games, granted she or anyone she knew ever ended up in the Arena. She tucked away her pencil behind her ear and put her pad in the simple sling bag before kissing her fingers and placing them to the square.
Bay stood and walked down a side street to the bakery. The aroma nearly knocked her off her feet every time she walked in. Her stomach growled especially loud and the baker just smiled. "A little hungry? he asked and Bay could only manage a nod, her mouth was salivating so much. He wrapped Bay's weekly purchase of 2 loaves of bread and passed them over the counter as the auburn haired girl passed the money across to the man. Bay simply nodded and headed back off towards her home.

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Tugging At Heart Strings//Open May 29, 2011 9:53:31 GMT -5

Post by insigniatic on May 29, 2011 9:53:31 GMT -5

SHEKAINAH BRUOMER

beauty; will it ever be given to me?
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There were too many memories… too many pain and confusion in the Justice Building that the mere thought of it could send shivers down Shekainah’s usually strong body. She closed her eyes, trying to shake off the memory but it seemed to pop out more vividly than ever. There she was, waiting patiently. Knowing that in the thousand of children around her, there was no chance she would be picked out. She looked across the faces to her friend, not knowing that it was the last time she would see those blue eyes of his.

“No,” she said aloud, snapping her eyes open. It was hard to believe that she was here, years later. It was hard to believe that she was standing in front of these cold gray walls, not because of the reaping, but because she wanted to be here. A cold gust of wind blew, but only her hair seemed to be touched by it. Her blonde straight locks flew out and a few strands ended up covering her white, pale face. It was done. There was nothing she could do now.

Let go. Get over it.

But how could you really? If the only person you ever cared about was taken from you and killed for the entertainment of those with power? “Stop it.” She said aloud. She had long decided that nothing good came from dumping her hate on others. “I shouldn’t have come here,” she muttered, quickly turning around. So quickly, her vision started blurring as she walked away from the building. Her feet walked on and on, unaware of where they were taking her. She didn’t care anyway, just as long as she wouldn’t be facing the same place her friend had been taken away from her. She could feel herself wobbling, and her tears came out uncontrollably, blinding her. Blinding her that she didn’t see the person walking before her until they collided.

The impact threw her off her feet and on the ground. She wasn't worried about the pain, she was used to that. Instead, she felt scared of the presence of the tears on her face. No one should see me like this. She quickly wiped off the tears and was about to run away until she saw that the person was on the ground, too. Conscience held her back. After all, Shekainah knew that the bump was her fault. Controlling herself, she willed herself to stand and walk to the auburn haired girl before her. The girl seemed a bit ruffled, so Shekainah couldn't see her face clearly. “I’m so sorry about that, are you alright?” she asked, offering her hand.

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Tugging At Heart Strings//Open Jun 1, 2011 13:48:01 GMT -5

Post by ishouldbedead on Jun 1, 2011 13:48:01 GMT -5

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Bay hit the ground hard, spilling the contents of her bag across the pavement. Her body ached slightly and her hair was a mess, but she was generally alright. "Yeah, I'm fine. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." Bay apologized and took the girls' hand.

Bay looked at the girls' appearance: she had striking blonde hair and eyes that were almost haunting. But otherwise, she looked like a normal District 7 girl. "I'm Bay, by the way."

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Tugging At Heart Strings//Open Jun 2, 2011 23:34:07 GMT -5

Post by insigniatic on Jun 2, 2011 23:34:07 GMT -5

SHEKAINAH BRUOMER

beauty; will it ever be given to me?
xOxOxOxOx

The girl looked up and the first thing Shekainah noticed was the girl's eyes. They were a striking cold color, opposite the warm brown of her wavy hair. Now that she knew the girl was alright, Shek was tempted again to run away. She didn't want anyone else in her life, someone she would be forced to get to know, and maybe become a friend. She didn't want anybody else.

But I do.

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She was suddenly overtaken by the loneliness of avoiding the few people who had tried to know her. Maybe this time she could give herself a break. "N-no, it was my fault, I'm sorry," she said, a bit stuttering from the sudden change to talking to a stranger. Pulling her up, Shek noticed that the girl stood just a few inches taller than her.

The gust of wind blew again, and the voice of the girl seemed to be blown away. Shekainah blinked for a moment, until what she had heard finally registered in her mind. So she was actually introducing herself. To... to me? . "N-nice to m-meet you Bay, my name is Shekainah," she said, trying her best to smile. At least now, they weren't strangers anymore. [/left][/font][/size][/color]

Last Edit: Jun 2, 2011 23:34:45 GMT -5 by insigniatic

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Tugging At Heart Strings//Open Jun 7, 2011 21:02:39 GMT -5

Post by ishouldbedead on Jun 7, 2011 21:02:39 GMT -5

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Bay smiled, noticing Shekainah's somewhat timidness. "Where were you headed in such a hurry?" Bay asked, not quite sure what to say. She took in the full image of Shek; she wore thick clothing and was bulky, especially in comparison to Bay's small build and lack of any muscle. Her face was delicate and light, light blue eyes and light hair framed her softly rounded face. This girl was beautiful and Bay was sure she wasn't the only one who recognized it.

Bay became self-conscience quickly at realizing the girls' beauty and looked down at herself, unsure of her appearance after her emotional time at the Justice Building. She wanted to cry just thinking of that time, only 5 or 10 minutes ago, but she sucked it up and resolved not to choke in front of the new acquaintance and swallowed hard.

Sorry for the long non-reply. I've been busy.