'cause that's all you get from me [morgana]

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'cause that's all you get from me [morgana] May 1, 2011 9:46:14 GMT -5

Post by apocalypse on May 1, 2011 9:46:14 GMT -5

}Fredrick Bell~

I could stick around and get along with you, hello.
It doesn't really mean that i'm into you, hello.
You're alright but I'm here darling to enjoy the party.
Don't get too excited 'cause that's all you get from me, hey.

FREDRICK DIDN'T KNOW WHICH WAS WORSE;
having a dead sister, or not being able to do anything about his sister dying. Sure, the latter sounded bad, but until it really happens, anyone can realize that the first one was worse, because they both revolve around that. The past few days, Fredrick has been... depressed. He hasn't been talking much, he hasn't been smiling too often, or at all, and he's really somebody different. Really, no one knows why Olivia volunteered to go into The Hunger Games, but she did, and ever since that day, Fredrick's world got worse and worse, until it eventually crumbled at his large feet. He had never felt less powerless in his life. His sister died less than five days ago, and that wasn't enough time to revive his old self.

His mom decided that even though this was a tough, tough time, they still had to go outside and do something.

[/size] "But mom! People are gonna stare at me and try to make me feel good, it'll be a pain in the ass. Do I have to?"[/size] "Don't use that language, and yes, you have to go." Fredrick didn't argue back. He stepped out of his front door with each of his pale-green eyes looking down at either foot. But he's done this many times before, and didn't bump into anything, nor anyone, for that course of time. Fredrick's method worked, or no one knew he was. Either way, no one came up to him and gave him any pity. Fredrick thought now-a-days that people were nosy a lot, he was wrong. He then figured that people didn't care about him. I don't mind that, as long as they don't bother me. The fact was, as much more depressed and quiet Fredrick was, he was that much more mean and self-centered, he didn't want to trust anyone, he didn't want to get his heart ripped out again.

Without thinking, his feet seem to steer him over to someplace random; in auto-pilot mode. The area his feet wandered to is probably not big enough to fit more than four or three people, and is hidden behind an old building, most likely a house. His feet were stepping on - and crunching - dead yellow grass that make a sound that tickled his teeth. Above him was nothing, just the blue sky [which was always there] along with a cloud of white bird flying about. Life as a bird always seemed interesting to Fred, being able to fly, and go, where-ever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Sure, it was a strange dream - and thought - but most people wanted to be soem type of free animal, and Fredrick was inclined to fly above everyone else, feel superior, something he'll never feel again; he will always have an empty feeling in his stomach. But, unlike some people, he wasn't going to give up on life; his sister wouldn't want him to.

The area he's in is small, and hidden, perfect for a hiding-place, and so this is where Fredrick stayed. He knew almost no one can stay him, and if they did, they wouldn't come over towards him. The weather was also very hot, and his hiding-place was crammed, actually, if it was any smaller, his claustrophobia would probably act up. Pushing the thought of having a panic attack come, Fredrick noticed someone coming towards him, someone who hopefully didn't know who he was, or they might have just not noticed it was a person. But by the way she was looking at him, Fredrick knew she was coming towards him. Crap! He thought, while hoping for the best. His life was never going to be simple again.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

Last Edit: May 2, 2011 14:46:14 GMT -5 by apocalypse

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'cause that's all you get from me [morgana] May 7, 2011 12:36:19 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on May 7, 2011 12:36:19 GMT -5

Savannah Kemping

It was a morning just like any other. Savannah rolled out of bed, picking up the pad of paper and pencil she used to communicate with the rest of the world. As was her habit, she glanced at the bed on the other side of the room, on the off chance that it would be occupied. But, as always, Redge's bed was empty. He was gone, just as he had been for a year and a half. And why? Because he was running from Peacekeepers. Why wasn't he back yet? Surely it was safe by now to come get her. She wouldn't let herself even think of the possibility that he'd died out there somewhere, in the forest or something. Redge was stubborn, and he loved her. He would survive.

Breakfast consisted of oatmeal and a glass of water. Even with the odd jobs Savannah picked up at ranches and other places, she couldn't afford the kind of food she'd eaten with Redge. They hadn't been rich when he was around, but they'd at least been able to buy something nice to eat every once in a while. Since his leaving, it had been necessary for Savannah to sign up for tessera. Stubborn Redge had never signed up for it, saying that they could survive without it. Savannah had always suspected it wasn't just the food, but the risk that came with it. He didn't a higher chance of being Reaped and leaving Savannah behind. In the end, she supposed it didn't matter. He was gone anyways.

Today was a market day. Savannah had been saving up what little money she had for a couple weeks now. Her food supply was running low, but she didn't want to buy more until she absolutely had to. That way, when it was time to buy food, she'd have more money and could possibly even afford a special treat. It hadn't happened yet, but she could always dream. Just like she could always dream that Redge would come back, even if the odds grew smaller every day.

Looping a bag around her arm, Savannah left the house, double-checking to make sure the door was shut securely. It had a habit of opening if it wasn't closed just so. As she walked, the coins in her pocket jumbled against each other, making muffle tinkling sounds. It was satisfying to know that he had earned that money all on her own. It was good to know that she could support herself. Maybe I don't need Redge after all, she thought. She immediately squashed the thought. Just because she could take of herself didn't mean she didn't need her brother. She would never stop waiting for him. She couldn't give up. She wouldn't let herself.

Savannah did a double-take as she passed b an alley. There was a person there, squashed into the little space between two buildings. She could barely see him, since he was squashed into a little niche behind the building. But she saw enough. Brown hair, just th same shade as Redge's. It made perfect sense for him to be there, in a pace where it wasn't easy to be seen. He was hiding, of course. And wouldn't he be surprised to see her so soon! She forced herself to walk so she wouldn't attract attention from passerby. But as she got closer, she couldn't help it. She flew down the alley, stopping shot as she caught sight of the boy's face.

It wasn't Redge. Not even close. He looked somehow familiar, but Savannah couldn't fathom why. She let her face fall as she sat down hard in front of the boy. Not Redge. He was gone. Probably dead. And he wasn't coming back. She was suddenly angry at the boy for giving her false hope. She didn't get angry very often or easily, and even when she did, she as likely to just keep it bottled up inside, where no one could tell. But she didn't hide it now as she whipped out her her paper, a scowl on her face. She pressed the pencil so hard into the paper, it was a wonder the point didn't break and go flying into one of their faces. She shoved the paper at Not-Redge.

WHo aRE yOu?!?!?!? It said, underlined by thick, heavy slashes, a couple of which tore the page open in places. It annoyed Savannah that she hadn't written the whole thing in capital letters. When she was angry, she always wrote in mis-matched letters like this, and it always made her that much more angry.

Last Edit: May 7, 2011 12:37:19 GMT -5 by Morgana

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'cause that's all you get from me [morgana] May 9, 2011 21:13:29 GMT -5

Post by apocalypse on May 9, 2011 21:13:29 GMT -5

Is life even worth it any more? He asked himself. Sure, that was drastic, but having a dead sister was hell for him. He wondered how his family would be if he died? Would they even care? Fredrick knew that would care, he was their first son, the most responsible man in his house [besides his dad]. That made Fredrick feel good.

Fredrick was shifty in the type space, he had claustrophobia, and he probably shouldn't stay in there for too long, but he did. Truthfully, though, he was too tired and sad to panic over a tight, small space. Instead, he investigated a bird pecking at grass, followed the path of a stray cat, and his thoughts were nowhere. He finally came back to reality when he stopped moving his feet.

Have you ever heard a noise; perhaps an air-conditioner; and then it suddenly shuts off? Your ears feel weird, right? It's like you're use to that noise, and when it disappears, it almost ticks you off. That was happening to Fredrick, his large feet were crunching on the dead grass, making a sound that became also normal to his ears. But when his feet came to a stop, the sound disappeared, bringing a strange silence to his ears. That was sort of what his house was like after Olivia died; they were all used to the strumming of her guitar, and felt natural to go to bed to it. But when she left for the Capitol, everything changed. The Bell house fell asleep to silence, they lived in silence.

Some times, Fredrick wished that something would go his way, but that didn't virtually seem possible at the moment. His luck was dead, and it was rolling on the ground crying for mercy; dead sister equals ruined family. Ruined family equals no motivation to work. No motivation to work equals no money - and that couldn't lead anywhere good. As he saw a girl look at him, he was hoping it was his sister. The girl could pass as his sister, same hair shade, but that was the only feature that Fredrick could [at the moment] see. Fredrick was just disappointing himself by getting his hopes up; though part of him knew that it was impossible.

That girl came down the alley, and stopped at the sight of Fredrick, and it wasn't his sister. But why did she even come? He wasn't aware of anything he had done, and he never saw her before. But he might have possibly looked familiar to the girl, but she definitely was not a family friend. Fredrick realized that the girl had a sort of angry look to her as she took out a notepad and pencil.

Fredrick didn't know how to respond to the girl's jumbled mess; the words 'Who are you?!' were written messily, ripping the page open, giving it a sloppy look. Fredrick didn't know, Is she angry at me? he thought. But why would the girl be mad at him? And why did she care who he was. Fredrick didn't think about it too much, he responded in a quiet voice. "My name, well I am Fredrick Bell... And you are?..." Fredrick didn't stutter the words, he didn't feel an ounce of nervousness. He just hopes that the reason the girl was writing was because she was deaf.

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Last Edit: May 10, 2011 18:33:16 GMT -5 by apocalypse

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'cause that's all you get from me [morgana] Jun 11, 2011 12:00:40 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Jun 11, 2011 12:00:40 GMT -5

Savannah Kemping

Oh dear, what can I say?
I'm high here, up and spinning away.

The boy stared at her for a moment, probably trying to figure out who she was and why she was mad at him. She wasn't mad at him, not at all. Just at the world for being so unkind. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His voice was quiet as he said, "My name, well I am Fredrick Bell... And you are?..." Savannah narrowed her eyes at him. He still seemed familiar to her somehow, and his last name even more so. She couldn't place him though. Had he been in her class at school? Yes, that's probably it, she decided.

Ripping the ruined page off her pad of paper, trying to calm herself so she wouldn't ruin another one. This paper was precious. It cost money, money that was needed elsewhere. Of course, Savannah could always talk. But that was a terrifying thought. She hadn't spoken since before Redge had left. Even when he had been around, she'd barely spoken at all, and just to him. She wasn't even sure she knew how to speak anymore. What if she tried and her voice ended up sounding horrible and rough like someone who'd been smoking a pack of cigarettes every day for the last twenty years? No, it wasn't worth the risk. It was easier to just hide behind her paper.

My name is Savannah Kemping, she wrote, controlling her letters this time. She would offer no more information than that. She didn't know this boy, this Fredrick Bell that was not Redge. She studied his face, still trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. It couldn't be school. She'd stopped going nearly two years ago, when Redge left. She doubted she'd remember the face of someone she only classroom with for that long. Fredrick Bell...no, I've definitely heard that name somewhere, she thought. She racked her brain, knowing it was there somewhere.

Her eyes flew open wide as she remembered. Her fingers flew up to her mouth, dropping her paper in the process. No. It couldn't be- But it was. Fredrick Bell. the first name meant nothing to her. He could have been a Horatio or a Neil or a Nelson. It was the last name she remembered. Bell, like the female tribute. Bell, as in Olivia Bell. And this boy was, without a doubt, related to her.

So maybe he would understand then, what it felt to lose someone. Of course, he knew his sister was dead, whereas Savannah could only speculate. But if he was alive, wouldn't he have come back by now? Surely he would have.

She let her fingers drop from her face, and she collected her pad of paper from the ground, dusting off the dirt. She looked up at Fredrick, hoping to convey with her eyes how sorry she was about his sister. She knew how he felt, at least a little bit.

From a kiss of a thrill to be filled,
Can someone hear me?

((ooc-sorry it took so long!))