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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 18, 2011 1:37:50 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Jun 18, 2011 1:37:50 GMT -5

Celena Phillips

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Getting transferred to a new factory was something that Celena knew would end up being bad for her. The worst part was that she was as close to being content with her situation. She was not overjoyed with her situation there, but being content was the closest to happiness she had ever gotten. Her old coworkers were just about used to Celena's new scars and lack of thumbs, they had even stopped staring at her disfigurations. She was sure that they talked about her when she was not there, but even that was no as blatant as it was before. But with the lack of luck that Celena had, this feeling of being almost content had to be taken away from her. The owner of her factory possibly filed a complaint to the Capitol that she was working to slow, but that could not have been the reason she was transferred. The Capitol had clearly been keeping an eye on Celena, when they saw she got too content with her situation they put her into new place. A place where people would stare and start rumors about Celena. Even though Celena had not realized it yet, the Capitol was trying to keep its districts down by using her to scare people of rebelling. She was being used as propaganda, she was what the Capitol could do to you if you disobeyed them.

Why Celena was moved to a weapons factory was not something she understood, but she was not the sharpest tool in the shed. People who worked in the weapons factory had access to weapons, therefore they could attempt a rebellion with more ease than anyone else in Panem. Since she was one of the youngest there, most government officials would notice this ploy, but since the Districts were kept dumb about politics, most failed to see this trick. Since Celena knew that the Capitol were the ones that switched her factory, her burning hate for them reappeared. She had always hated the Capitol since her time spent in interrogation, but it had almost become an afterthought at her old job. Now that she was being pushed away from society by the Capitol for the second time, those feelings were moved to the front of all of her thoughts. Everything she thought about was about the Capitol and their ways; whether she was being spied on at that moment, when they were going to transfer her again. Or the worst one, if they were going to rig the reaping just so they can kill her off in the games. As her work days went on and she watched the bullets go by, looking for one that was misshapen, the ideas just got worse and worse. Celena tried to push those type of thoughts out of her mind, but she was not able to do so. The Capitol had succeeded in what they wanted to do, frighten her.

Even compared to the people at her factory when she first got back from prison, these people were terrible to her. It could have been the fact that these people worked with weapons and were mostly men, but Celena doubted that. In District Three two things mattered at factories, how much money one had, and how smart a person was. Unfortunately for Celena, she was not intelligent for someone from her district and she was also extremely poor. She was born into a bad situation, a situation that only got worse with Celena's mother failing at teaching her daughter the difference between right and wrong. Even now Celena was not sure what what really was an acceptable way to act around other people. She had not been able to learn on the through experiences either, as she had almost always been an outcast in her grade. Things could have been different for this seventeen year old if she realized she was also to blame for the way people treated her, but she had not. She did not understood that acting impartial also came off as her being rude, therefore when people were malicious to her, she thought that they were doing so just for their amusement. Those feelings were how Celena ended up in the world of prostitution, and how she eventually was taken to prison.

Celena never had a need for other people to pay attention to her, but during her first year of high school there was a point where she had nobody treating her like she had feelings. It was like everyone Celena knew wanted her to be depressed, this was how she got into prostitution. Every time she had a customer she forced herself to think that they actually cared about her. Doing this made her feel like selling her body was a justified thing to do. Since nobody cared about her why would anyone bother to get her in trouble. Celena thought that she was able to create her own destiny, one that nobody was able to tamper with except her; this changed once she was taken to prison. Celena realized that it was not she, but the Capitol who created her destiny; that she had no control over what her life would actually be like. Life was given and taken by the oppressors. The thing that was her worst enemy was also her biggest need. The whole system was set up so there was no way for the districts to survive without the Capitol, yet with the Capitol the districts were barely able to subsist. Everything was in favor of the Capitol, and the Capitol knew and took advantage of that fact.

Since all of the tables in the cafeteria of Celena's factory had someone sitting at them, Celena spent all of her lunch breaks on buildings roof, all alone. She was used to spending her time this way, even from her time in elementary school she was alone at lunch, never with anyone who wanted or was willing to talk to her. It would have been pathetic for anyone too look upon her during these times, a girl sitting all alone, away from everyone else for no apparent reason; but Celena was just about content with it. She did not have to deal with the constant jeering of others, all she had to listen to was the constant noise coming from the thousands of factories throughout District Three. Celena thought that it was better not having to deal with anyone else, that way she could never be hurt by them. Living without being noticed must have been better than living as the center of attention. Anytime Celena found she could be alone during, she found a way to be alone; and right now, she was content eating her lunch alone on the roof of a factory.

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 18, 2011 23:16:33 GMT -5

Post by chaseee on Jun 18, 2011 23:16:33 GMT -5

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"Bring her in."

Fingernails dug into the sensetive flesh of my arm, and tears stung the back of my eyes. Biting on my top lip, I reassured myself that nothing would go wrong in that office. Be brave. Be strong, and you'll be fine. But I'm sure it won't be fine. Sneaking into a busy factory and trying to... take (I refuse to say the word steal, for then I'm sure my fate is locked) something that didn't belong to me. The crime was punishable by death.

The man beside me, reeking strongly of fish, with a name tag reading, "Big Man," in sloppy letters, pushes open a wooden door, and thrusts me over the threshold, and into a room I was not at all expecting.

I'm doomed.

Metal filing cabinets are stacked on top of each others, manilla folders and loose sheets of paper overflowing from the stuffed dressers, littering the dirty tiled floor. Pencils and pens roll freely around the room, pushed softly be the whirl of an electric fan positioned just behind the chipped, wooden desk. The room obviously belongs to someone either very busy, or very sloppy. Glancing over the man will give me the answer to that question.

He wars a button-up shirt, streaked in some sort of dipping sauce, some sort of rarity at home. The corners of his lips still wear crumbs and smears of his last meal, his mouth parted as a heavy breath escapes every few seconds, as if the man has just ran a mile. His hear, a greasy sort of bob, is black, streaked in the gray of age. It falls in bouncy curls at his shoulder, dirt and grime caked into every individual strand, or so it seems. His stomach hangs over his waistband, even when he sits. It seems to take a large amount of exertion just to lean forward, folding his hands underneath his massive chin.

"Leave."

I think he's talking to me at first, until the man who brought me in, Big Man, turns on his heels, closing the door quietly behind him. Though I saw the man as a threat before, I feel even more out of my comfort zone, trapped in a small space with a man I can't find it in me to trust. I find my heart rate accelerate, and it isn't long before moisture begins to seep from my pores, my hands becoming slippery, my eyes never once leaving the man's.

"So, tell me miss, what did you think you were doing when you tried to steal that gun?"

I wince at his casual use of the word, steal. I feel fear replacing itself with anger. A fiery hatred begins to blossom, directed at this fat man before me. Oh, if only I had a gun. A knife. He would be dead in five seconds tops. "Borrow," I correct him. "And I need it. There's been a problem at school with this girl. She's been shoving me against the wall and putting me down whenever the chance arises. I want to punish her."

The man shakes his head, a mischevious glint in his eye. "So you planned on taking our gun, and then using it on one of your peers?" He chuckles. "What's your name, miss?" Glaring, I decide telling the truth is not an option. "Samantha Flennigan." It's an obvious lie, but who cares? I'll either be imprisoned or dead in the next hour, so what's another offense thrown on top?

The man rises from his chair, forcing his overlarge stomach through the narrow gap between the desk and the wall, standing just inches from me. In a sudden movement, with a speed I never imagined him capable of, his hand has made its way to my face, a red mark clearly visible as he slaps me. My cheek will bruise. "Never lie to me. Ever." And I know I've under-estimated this fat man. Adrenaline courses through my veins as the fear returns. I know the man can sense it. "Now, Cassandra, I will let you off the hook." I can't supress the surge of releif that relaxes my stiff body, finally putting the rage of emotions inside me at rest. If..."

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I make my way to the cafeteria, dissapointed in both myself and the world in general. I feel dirty. Very dirty. One condition was that I would be employed at the factory, working full-time, receiving nothing in return. The second... was much worse.

Taking a cup of a chunky stew from one of the cooking staff, I glance around to see that nearly all of the tables are full, the large room way over capacity. Not having the energy to feel annoyed, I push and shove my way through the mass of grimy workers until I spot a sign labeled Roof. Climbing the concrete stairs, I fling open the door, a crisp wind and bright-blue sky greeting my eyes. It feels good.

Making my farther over, I feel my stomach drop as another figure comes into veiw. Apparently, I'm not the only one who had to escape the stuffiness of the factory. Uncertain, I continue over to her. Maybe she's had a crappy day too? Swinging my feet over the edge, my legs dangling into nothingess, I clear my throat. "Er... hello."

ooc; the only thing i can say is im sorry Dx

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 21, 2011 12:54:53 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Jun 21, 2011 12:54:53 GMT -5

Celena Phillips

Even when Celena wanted to be alone, she knew that she never could really be alone. The Capitol would always be watching her, whether it was with a camera or with a person, she always was watched. She guessed that they had good reasons, it would make sense for Celena to try to start a rebellion against the Capitol after what they had done for her. The only thing that the Capitol did not know was that she did not want to start a rebellion against them; all Celena wanted to do was get on with her life, to forget about the horrors that had been committed against her.

The roof seemed to be Celena's only sanctuary, even though it really was not. Most people who worked in the factory knew about it, but most people in the factory also had friends. Celena did not, so she had nowhere to sit down in the lunchroom, so she mostly had nothing to worry about. It was doubtful that anyone would want to climb up the steps to get up here, it was too long of a climb for most people; it was even too long of a climb for even Celena, yet she did it every day.

Despite the fact that she thought nobody would come up to the roof besides her, that was when the door creaked open. Celena did not bother looking at the person (or people) walking through it. If anyone, it was probably the Capitol, they were probably going to take her back to that prison and turn her into an avox. Celena did not bother turning to see who it was, her mind was sure that it was a few Peacekeepers going to take her away. That was why she was surprised when her company sat down next to her.

"Er... hello." That was when Celena had to look up. She assumed by the voice of her company that it was not a Peacekeeper that she had to be worried about, but more a teenage girl. Looking up she confirmed her thoughts, seeing that there was a girl around her own age next to her. It was surprising, Celena thought that she was one of the only girls working in this factory, if not the only girl working in the factory. It was doubtful that whoever was sitting next to her had been working at this place for a while, it was more likely that she had just been forced to come her, just like Celena. That was still a doubtful possibility, this girl was probably interested in guns and what not. She was probably odd like Celena, just in a much different way.

"Oh, uh. Hi..." She was awkward, almost quiet. She had not really wanted to speak to anyone, that was why she went up to the roof. Celena was not interested in speaking to anyone at that moment, she wanted to be a lone so why couldn't she be? This girl was probably a spy of the Capitol, someone trying to get Celena to say something that she did not want to say. The authorities probably wanted to have her back in prison, it would make their lives easier, they just wanted to have a real reason just so she could be turned into an Avox. Celena would make sure to not give them any words that they could use against her, if —in fact— the girl she was next to was a spy.

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 22, 2011 20:12:27 GMT -5

Post by chaseee on Jun 22, 2011 20:12:27 GMT -5

let's fly
up, up here we go
where we stop nobody knows
let's fly
up, up here we go
where we stop nobody knows

It's quite obvious the girl doesn't want my company. That doesn't stop me from trying to be friendly. Admittedly, right now, it isn't really about letting this girl know that I want to be her friend. It's about ridding my mind of memories that insist on haunting me.

I'm disturbed.

Scraping the last bits of stew from the paper bowl, I lick my lips, my stomach still growling. The portions they serve us here might feed a small infant. Not growing teenagers and hungry adults. But with all of the laborers, it's hard to imagine them being able to afford any food at all, let alone enough to feed several hundred people, even if they only give us a dab.

But knowing this does not satiate my hunger.

"So... which section do they have you working in?" Turning to face the girl, I feel my eyes widen, my mouth drop in an unattractive gape. Having not focused on the girl since dipping my spoon into the steaming bowl, I haven't gotten a good chance to glance over her face. It's not exactly ugly, just... disfigured. Scars entwine along the length of her cheeks, more on one side than the other. She's missing her thumbs.

I think I may have found a friend.

Deciding not to beat around the bush, which many people have probably already done to the poor girl, I jump to what I want to know. "What's your story? How'd you get those scars? Those... missing limbs?" Successfully avoiding a blush, I gaze at the girl intently, wondering if maybe she too got on the boss's bad side. Or... Could this be the work of a peer?

Not for the first time since joining the laborers in the factory, I am completely and utterly terrified.

ooc; sorry for the wait. and i know this probably wasn't what you were looking forward too, but it's all my muse would allow. .-.

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 23, 2011 0:17:56 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Jun 23, 2011 0:17:56 GMT -5

Maybe Celena had made a mistake in talking to this girl the way she did; she did not seem like a spy to Celena. If this girl was a spy Celena would be able to get away from her by jumping off the ledge. It was not like she wanted to commit suicide, but she was ready to do anything to avoid going back to that prison. Had she turned this girl off from the slightest opportunity of being friends with her? Celena really hoped that this was not the case. She never had been one to go out looking for friends, but she was sure that having just one would do her a world of good. She would have someone to talk to and someone to lean on; someone to tell her horror story of what had happened to her while she was in prison. She was sure that this girl, if she was not a spy of the Capitol, would not want to hear it. The whole story was filled with her being tortured in many different, yet always cruel ways.

On the other hand, if this girl was a spy of the Capitol then Celena would be avoxing herself more and more with every word that she said. It was awful to think about, she had just wanted to live her life out but they, the awful Capitol, were trying to bring her back to their control. She was not a threat to them in any way, she was staying quiet, she did not want to tell people about what had happened to her, but she had become skeptical for some reason that she did not know. Everyone just was so nice to her when they saw her injuries, they talked down at her, they had to be spies. People just wanted her facade to crack, they wanted her to say something that would make her be considered a traitor. They would take her and turn her into an avox; it was that simple. The few words that she would surely someday would end up causing a cut that would end life as she knew it.

But what if she was just being skeptical? If that was so she was just pushing everyone away. She did not want to do that, she wanted to have someone to talk to, she wanted someone who genuinely cared about her. The only problem with that wish was that nobody could ever care about the girl with no thumbs. She could not even hold hands the right way, how could someone like, or even love her? They could not. Celena had always been a hostile person, not one who was friends easily; now that she had gone through her interrogation and switching of factories, she was not even a trusting person. Even if a person was to somehow —though seemingly impossible— love Celena, she doubted that she could love them back. After everything that she had went through she would be sure that the person who loved her was just meant to bring her back to prison. She was living her life in fear, it was not how any sane person could live their life.

The events that had happened to Celena had caused her to become paranoid on all levels, for all she knew this girl was facing the same things she was. She knew that her thought was false though, this girl could not have been tortured like Celena was, she could tell by the perkiness of her voice. Maybe the girl next to Celena had faced some times of abuse in her life, but there was no way she had faced anything close to what Celena had. Maybe she was just a girl who had been slightly abused a few times before, nothing that Celena could not handle. She admitted to herself that it was pathetic that abuse seemed like a walk in the park, but it really was. She could take pretty much any beating; sure, she would fight back, but she would be able to handle it. It seemed to Celena that the only horror that Panem could offer that she had not taken place in was the Hunger Games; which was not something she ever wanted to take place in for that matter.

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Living in prison was awful, all Celena heard was her whiney roommate and the Peacekeepers constantly making fun of her or saying how hot she was in vulgar ways. She was used to the latter, but not with people who she used to think so highly of saying it. Her thumbs were gone, all that remained from where the scissors cut were stumps covered in bloody bandages. The fact that she had not contacted gangrene was amazing, nobody had taken care of cleaning the wound except to put the bandages on; Celena really had no clue what was worse, the conditions that she was currently in or the fact that she had lost her thumbs. Both of the two options would seem unattractive to an outsider, yet Celena was living through both of them.

"You," A guard snapped, "Come with me. Now!"

She dared not to move, they were going to avox her, she knew it. What else could they do to her now, having already cut off the only thing that made her different from a monkey. She just sat there on her top bunk, staring at the ceiling, hoping with all her heart that it was not she, but the other girl in her cell who they wanted. The Only problem with this was that she knew they were talking to her. Whatever the other girl committed, it muse have been nothing compared to what she did. All she did was sell her body for sex, that could not have been that bad a crime against the Capitol. It did not even matter, the authorities thought that it was a gigantic sin against them, so she was stuck in the place against her wishes.

"Damnit! You, on the top bunk, to the front of the cell, now!"

All that she had hoped for did not matter then. They had wanted her, and with that calling they were going to take her tongue out. She did not want to listen to them, but if she did she might just save her voice. If she could not, she would make sure to give them hell before they could take out her tongue. Without speaking she slid down from her top bunk, landing weakly on her feeble knees. She walked slowly to the front of the cell with her shoulders turned in, she did not have the strength to stand up straight anymore.

The second that she was within the guards reach he had grabbed her hair pulling at it, she screeched; not an uncommon noise in this prison. He pulled her violently towards his body, smashing her head on the bars of the cell; her knees buckled but his iron grip kept her standing up. "Always listen to your orders the first time, bitch. Your nothing more than a filthy dog, stupid whore." He let go of her hair, she fell to the ground immediately grabbing at her head with her hands.

"Stand up you dirty prostitute! Stand up now!" He spoke to her with a fury in his voice that sounded completely sincere, even though she wanted to doubt that it was not. Even though she knew her cellmate could not see her due to the darkness, she still shot a glance at her and mouthed the words 'help me', she got no help. She was going to be all alone in this venture. Out of instinct she tried to grab the bar of her cell with her hand, the lack of thumbs made it impossible to get a grip. It seemed as if all of the screaming within the prison had stopped within that moment, all she could hear was the Peacekeeper right in front of her laughing.

It was not that the Peacekeeper was laughing at a joke told by one of his friends, he was laughing at Celena. The fact that she could not grab onto something to lift herself off of the ground was comical to him. She was his joke, nothing more than a few passing comical words to the cruel guard. Though she had never done it before in this prison, or not even in a time that she could remember, Celena broke down and cried. It was not the fit that a little child would have, just tears rolling down her face, but the tears made her realize that she had nobody. Nobody in all of the prison was going to listen to her feelings, she was all alone.

"I gave you a chance to do it yourself, but I guess barbarians from district's like your's can't even take simple order." As he spoke he grabbed Celena by her hair and pulled her back up to her feet. "You're going to be a good girl when I open the door, aren't you." He spoke as if he had not said a question. He knew that Celena was not going to run; running meant death or worse, avoxing. She gave him a slight nod, but he picked it up and let go of her. She tried her best to stand up straight as the Peacekeeper put the key in the lock to turn it. She was putting up her last act of defiance, no matter how dumb it was. She was standing up to a guard, even though she was doing nothing more than just standing up and not falling back to the ground.

With the door opened he grabbed Celena, pulling her out of the cell before quickly closing, and locking it again. He had a wide grin on his face, like he was accomplishing something. "We're going to have some fun now, little girl." His voice brought a airy, yet malicious quality that Celena had not heard yet, she was honestly, scared of this man. "I'm not." She spoke in a weak, yet audible voice. It was more than the Peacekeeper wanted to hear and he slapped her in the face. "Well I am, so it doesn't really matter."

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"So... which section do they have you working in?" The voice had brought Celena back to reality. In her surprise she looked up at the girl she was sitting next to. She would have been pretty if she did not have such a surprised look on her face. The girl was surprised because she had seen Celena's scars and deformities for the first time. Escaping the flashback had not brought on relief at all; she had left a world of despair just to come into one of angst. No matter where Celena was she could not find a place where she could be content, not even on the sanctuary that was the roof.

If this girl was so surprised by Celena's scars, how could she be a spy. Clearly any spy of the Capitol would have been debriefed about the way their target looked, so why would they be surprised when they saw what the person actually looked like. This girl must not be a spy, even though she showed that she was by coming up to the roof that only Celena ventured to. Maybe she was paranoid, but she wanted to believe that she was actually in the company of someone who was not her enemy. It was wishful thinking, but maybe she would eventually become friends with this girl. The prospect was extremely doubtful knowing Celena, but a teenage girl could wish; especially one who had almost everything that happened to them go wrong.

"Oh, um. I work in the weapons department. I thought the whole factory did the same thing?" She raised her voice up at the end of the sentence in an attempt to be friendly. she assumed that this girl was not a spy of the Capitol, so there was no harm in talking to her. This girl was probably rejected by the rest of the factory workers, all of whom were male. It was like a hierarchy, all men above women; it was simply not fair in her mind. Just because there were less of the women, did not mean that they were inept. The fact that she was of a different gender put Celena at a larger disadvantage than she was at with her lack of thumbs.

"What's your story? How'd you get those scars? Those... missing limbs?" These were the words that Celena had least wanted to hear once she realized that her company was not a Peacekeeper. She did not have to explain herself, but this girl had just been so friendly to Celena, it was hard for her to not answer the question. After all she could tell the girl about the scar on the right side of her face, that had no emotional investment behind it. It was just the other scar that came up to her left eye and her lack of thumbs that would bother Celena. She did not know if she was going to be able to share the her story in prison, especially with the nearly forgotten chance that this girl was a spy for the Capitol. What did that matter though, if the girl was a spy for the Capitol Celena would be going back to prison no matter what she decided to say.

"Well, first off, my name is Celena." She spoke with a welcoming tone, the story about her as a little kid would not bring back any bad memories, it would almost be something that she could enjoy telling. It was something that she would enjoy telling compared to the stories about the other scar and lack of thumbs. She pointed with her pointer finger at the right side of her face before speaking. "This one, on the right side of my face, that is from when I was a little kid. There was an accident on a field trip and my face got gashed by a machine." She did not want pity for that scar, it was something she had come to live with since the time she could remember being alive. It was part of her face, it had always been part of her face. It was nothing more than that and nothing less than that.

"My other scar, and my... thumbs. Those are from something completely different." Celena moved the bowl of soup off the ledge and pushed it far to her left. She was not going to be interested in eating from it after she told this story. What she was going to say would either be too mentally taxing or too desturbing for her to have an appetite after. "I don't normally tell people this, but I was a prostitute. I needed the money. They caught me and sent... se-sent me to prison..." Tears were becoming prominent in Celena's eyes. She doubted her ability to finish this story. It was too much for her, remembering what had happened in prison had brought a new wave of unwelcome feelings.

"I-i-i can't it 's t-too much for me... She was exasperated, but she had to go on. She had to get it off her chest, no matter how much it heart. She was just barely keeping from sobbing, everything was just so sudden. She spoke in just above a whisper, in the voice of a girl who had been abused and tortured in her life. "They tortured me, they did things to me that you could not imagine, everything that you could think of too." She was breathing extremely hard now on top of her sobbing. She gave up on trying to contain her feelings, there was no need to. If the Capitol wanted her then they could take her, she had nothing at all. Without meaning to, Celena leaned over and put her face on the sleeve of her assumed acquaintance's shirt. She thought it would feel good to open up to someone, but at that moment she felt more pain than every other emotion combined.

ooc; I'm not sure how this happened.

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Jun 26, 2011 22:58:50 GMT -5

Post by chaseee on Jun 26, 2011 22:58:50 GMT -5

Watching the girl ponder the situation, I wonder if it was right of me to ask about her past. Have I gone too far this time? It wouldn't be the first time I've pushed someone away by my curiousity. My mind breifly wanders back to my ex, Daniel, before I jerk my train of thoughts back onto the right track. I need to focus on the girl before me, not painful memories of the past.

Looking the girl over, I can see she isn't really unnatractive. Sure, she may have a few scars along her face, she might be missing both her thumbs, but looking past these physical blemishes, I uncover a true beauty. A beauty that has obviously been hidden by the Capitol. Thinking of the place, with its fancy, gleaming scyscrapers and rich food, sends a shiver down my spine. In my brain I feel a cold hatred, but in my heart I feel a distant yearning. No one wants to admit it, but it would be nice to live in the Capitol, slathered in that ridiculous makeup, receiving three solid meals every day, and then some. Oh, what a life that would be.

Attention pulled back to the girl, I see she's come out of her shell, apparently willing to speak. She starts out with her name, Celena, and I nod hastily. Curiousity wins over politeness, and I find myself just staring, gaping as she continues along with her story. It's a horrible tale really, one my mom would tell me to keep me out of trouble back home, one filled with depression and heartache. A face torn in a machinery accident. Giving away her body for money. And then the interrogation that would leave her without her thumbs. When she was finished, I found that my heart yearned for this girl, in a way that made my chest ache. She had been through much, and had gotten so little.

Something unexpected happens then. The girl places her head on my shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes. Have we learned so much of each other in the past few minutes that she trusts me this much? But no. Trust has nothing to do with this situation. I can tell she has kept these secrets bottled up inside of her for the longest time. I'm just someone she can finally share with, someone who has finally broken that unseen barrier and asked something some would never dare ask. Though I have gotten what I wanted, I have never felt more dissapointed in myself. I have drawn all of these emotions from this girl. I am the reason she's in this state of mind.

Without thinking, I take the girl's chin in my hands, pulling her face up so we look each other in the eye. Shocked in myself, I pull my hand back almost as soon as I do it, but continue gazing at her. "God, Celena, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Please, don't share anymore if you don't want to... But I guess I am here for you. This factory is shit, and it seems as if you're the only person I've actually met that doesn't hate my guts... But, yeah, don't worry about it anymore. You have a good life now, right? I mean, you're working so you have to have money? You're out of that... stuff right? And..." I trail off, not sure what to say anymore. I search my mind for anything, desperately wanting to break this awkward silence. So I say the first thing that comes to mind. "You're beautiful, Celena. You know that?" Without thinking, (I'm being pretty rash today, it seems) I tilt my head, hormones ruling out common sense, ruling out emotions. My lips meet hers and I close my eyes, scooting my behind over so that I'm closer, so that I can...

Eyes opening wide, I give a gasp of surprise and throw myself backwards, away from the girl, almost toppling over the side of the building. Scrapes cover my arms from where they had skid across the cement in my haste. I ignore them. My mouth flailing, words forming but never voicing them, I can only sit there, looking every bit the idiot I am. "Oh my god, Celena I'm so, so, so sorry!"

ooc; insta-love ftw? >.>

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/Don't/ (Let Me Fall) ≠Chase≠ Aug 2, 2011 0:11:39 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Aug 2, 2011 0:11:39 GMT -5

Even though opening up seemed like a good idea at the time, Celena doubted her decision the moment the words escaped her mouth. Why she had decided to share never came to her mind, it had all acted been spontaneous. Her head was resting on a girl's shoulder of who's name Celena did not know. This girl had gotten Celena to tell her something nobody else had within minutes of meeting her, and Celena had no clue how it happened. She wanted to pretend that the girl she was leaning on could actually understand her, but if Celena was to face reality, she would realize that her hopes were impossible. She was relying on someone who clearly was not her friend, she refused to admit it though. The girl next to Celena on the roof probably thought that Celena was a creep, intrigued enough to stay only because she was too scared to leave.

Having laid her head on the shoulder of a virtual stranger, Celena considered lifting her head from its rest, even though that meant showing her tears. Allowing this girl to see her tears would be opening up more than she already had, yet she did not want to move her head from its rest. It was not that she was not able to, but this girls shoulder was support for Celena's hurting insides at that moment, as well as for her head. But when the other girl lifted Celena's head from its pillow, the decision was made for her. The two were looking into each other's eyes at that moment, the other girls hand on Celena's chin. In embarrassment she cast her eyes downwards towards the cement, and Celena assumed that the other girl was embarrassed for lifting Celena's head in such a romantic way because she dropped her hand.

"God, Celena, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Please, don't share anymore if you don't want to... But I guess I am here for you. This factory is shit, and it seems as if you're the only person I've actually met that doesn't hate my guts... But, yeah, don't worry about it anymore. You have a good life now, right? I mean, you're working so you have to have money? You're out of that... stuff right? And..."

The girl had said a lot of words that Celena barely listened to. Though some of the words were comforting, others just brought more tears to her eyes. She doubted that the girl was actually there for her, the words that were said were empty. A good life was far from what Celena had, hearing someone think she did just made her feel even more despair. The truth was that she had to live in the constant shadow of the Capitol. Everything she did was watched by them. She would not even be able to deny that her life was good, that would mean certain death for the thumbless-girl. Of course, she was done with the crime that had got her sent to prison in the first place. Working at a factory was much less interesting than her old job, but even Celena could not deny that her new job was far less demeaning.

"You're beautiful, Celena. You know that?" Then something surprising.

A Kiss.

A girl who's name Celena did not even know had kissed her. She had not even thought about this girl's looks, but as the girl pulled away she got a good look at her face. She was beautiful... not just on the outside, but also on the inside. Maybe she did actually care about Celena; maybe it was just hormones, but the kiss felt genuine. the girl had nearly fallen off the building surprised by her actions, yet Celena, just as surprised, was yearning for more. She wanted more kisses from this girl; she felt something though she did not know what it was.

"Oh my god, Celena I'm so, so, so sorry!" Why though? It was not necessary for her to apologize. Slowly opening her eyes, she slid over to where the other girl was laying.

"Don't be..."

Closing her eyes, she leaned in for another kiss.

ooc: it isn't instalove, it is just hormones. and are we sticking with the idea of running away together eventually.