under extreme circumstances// [elegant!]
Oct 6, 2011 16:42:24 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 6, 2011 16:42:24 GMT -5
48556A - 7A7C7D - 5C808DThe streets were calm. Nobody spoke and nobody moved. Nobody was around really. It's like walking in to a ghost town. There's nobody living roaming around the stone made roads, only confused and lost souls. With every step I took, I seemed to make more and more noise. The rocks that I'd kick to the side would clatter along the ground and come to a stop against old brick walls or fence posts. My fingers wrapped gently around the collar of my jacket, pulling it above my head to keep myself from getting any wetter. There was no point though. The hole wasn't doing anything to keep the rain from my hair. My hat was already completely drenched, just weighing my head down by this point. It was supposed to rain all day. And it had. That usually meant nobody would be around. My kind of day.
Plus, the time may have had a factor on the emptiness of the street. Most people are asleep by now or at least getting there, exhaustion from a long day of work kicking in. As for me, even if I wished to, it would be impossible. So I roamed around instead, avoiding any Peacekeepers who were usually the ones to enforce a curfew. I was turning seventeen soon enough but apparently I couldn't handle myself. Maybe it was due to my frail frame. Either way, I wasn't afraid of what roamed the streets and I wouldn't let that stop me from having a good night. The waves could be heard from where I was, my eyes getting a few glimpses of the smooth ocean between houses. It was always so calm at night when there weren't hundreds of boats going along their usual route, hoping to get a good catch. Out of the fishing boundaries, it was probably always quiet like the night.
I never liked the idea of fishing though. That's why I jumped at the chance to hand out the newspapers to those who had a coin to afford it. It meant I could stay away from the sailors who would kill you if you stepped too close to their boat. It was their life. Their boat was like a child to them and if you threatened it, you shouldn't even try running. Most of them can throw a trident pretty damn hard and far. Some fish are too big for a line after all. But nobody is too big to be killed by a sailor. Those that have spent their whole lives near the water are the ones you have to watch out for. They probably have nothing but water swishing around in their head as the old age and hot days on the water have eaten away at their mind. Insanity isn't rare amongst those who have dedicated more than sixty years to fishing. Insanity isn't rare amongst District Four at all.
Neither is the common crime. My pace slows right down as I approach the small store that sells District Four's signature bread. It's always been one of my most favourite spots to hit up. Many years ago, when I first started to steal to make a living, I'd only come here as it was far enough away from home so I didn't make any officers suspicious but close enough to the water that I could have a quick escape if need be. I have always been proud of my running, both the speed and endurance. Which is surprising considering I rarely have enough food to feed my hunger let alone enough to give me energy for running. I've gone long enough without being caught though. And hopefully, tonight would be the same. My family finished the long roll of bread just last night and that's all we had to eat from. I only had enough coins in my pocket to afford the soap bar we were desperately in need of. The dirt that was lightly dusting my jawline was proof of that.
Back doors were almost always open. I don't know why the shopkeepers are that stupid but with a twist of the knob, the doors usually open inwards, revealing everything that I may need. But all I wanted was a bit of a full roll. Just enough to feed us for a bit. Too much would alert the authorities and the shopkeeper. Then they might start locking up their back doors and I'd be out of luck. It was a tough business, really. Stealing required just as much work as fighting those who tried to steal did. I took one last glance down the street to see if there were any Peacekeepers before making my way up to the back door. The metal knob was cold under my hand, probably due to the night air. With the common turn of the knob and a slight push ... it didn't open. I tried it again, using my shoulder a bit more. Still no movement.
Great. I thought to myself, looking around the door for any signs of an outdoor lock. Some idiots had that on their homes. How was that supposed to stop people like me? But this shop had nothing. It was locked from the inside or something. The front? My legs reacted to the thought almost immediately, carrying me down the stairs and towards the road that the front faced. The sound of my footsteps was louder now that my adrenaline was pumping. It sounded as if my heartbeat could probably be heard too. This wasn't normal, really. Not rare though. I had faced this once or twice. All I did was turn around and find another store. Which probably would have been the best decision. Had I just left this shop and went somewhere else on my way back home, I wouldn't have ended up having to explain myself.
I heard the footsteps just as I pushed the front door open. And even if I tried to hide, it was too late now. A loud beeping came from the building, ringing in my ears and vibrating my whole body. Stepping back down the stairs as quickly as possible, I searched for the source of the footsteps. Shit.
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