Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass]

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Dec 11, 2011 19:25:54 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 11, 2011 19:25:54 GMT -5

The snow was falling steadily in large puffs, piling up on the thick, bare branches of the trees. Inches upon inches, snowflakes sticking to one another until the branches were all about five times their original height. Though it was midday, the forest was absolutely silent. A peaceful silence, nothing like the eerie quiet that usually happens when a predator is lurking around and all the birds go silent. There was nothing sinister about the blanket of white that covered the ground and was still getting deeper.

There was no peace inside of Dominic’s head, though. He trudged slowly through the snow, dragging his boots to create deep ruts and build up piles of white in front of his legs as though he were plowing a trail. Emerald green eyes darting back and forth, scanning every bit of land before him, searched vainly for something to distract himself. Jana will leave you soon, there’s no doubt about it. The boy cringed down and back as though he had been struck in the stomach, quickly turning and heading off in another direction. ’No, you’re wrong. She’s not gonna leave me. She loves me! She said so herself!’ He shoved his hands into his pockets as far down as they could go, his eyes keeping their gaze on the ground in front of his feet. He was already breathing quickly from anxiety, but the cold air was just making it worse, nearly hyperventilating. You think she’s going to stay, you don’t know for sure. No one’s actually stayed with you, remember? And even when they do, you kill them. Just like your father. You killed him, remember?

[/color] Hot tears stung the back of his eyes. The trudging quickly turned into stomping through the snow as fast as he could. ”I didn’t kill him!” He shouted frantically, breaking into a sprint. ”I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him!” Warm, salty tears streamed down his face as he ran, the little residue trails freezing against his skin. Snowflakes whipped past him as he ran, arms pumping to and fro.

Coming across a well-used logging path, Dominic’s boot suddenly struck a patch of ice, his foot shooting out from underneath him. He fell down hard on his front side, forehead hitting the ice and everything suddenly went silent and black.

Dominic wasn’t going to complain about the pain; he had peace in the darkness and the first few moments of when he came back around. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he lay on the cold ground for a few minutes, falling snow collecting on him. ’What’s the use?’ The thought had entered his head so many times, but it had never been answered. Using his gloved fingers, Dominic scraped lazily at the ice, wiping off the loose snow. If you just lay here, no one will care. You’ll do everyone good by staying here and freezing to death. They’ll be much happier knowing that there’s no crazy psycho running around. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to focus on the burning pain the cold was putting on his cheek that was on the ground. The schizophrenic knew that the voice was right. No one was ever happy when there was a possible killer in the area. He had killed his dad, who was to say that he wouldn’t try to strike again? Once he had tried hurting Jana, and when he was near Themba’s daughter, he had tried attacking her, too. Such an innocent little girl, and he had wanted nothing more than to just throw her against the ground and bash her head in. Sobs slowly began to shake Dominic as he lay on the ground, curling up into a tight ball on his side. ”You’re right…” He admitted in a small, trembling voice. ”I’m better off just freezing to death here. I want to die. You’re right, I’m better off dead.” He kept his eyes closed, shivering from the cold and the continuous sobbing.

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Dec 11, 2011 20:31:06 GMT -5

Post by cass on Dec 11, 2011 20:31:06 GMT -5

>>>Nom Nom<<<

The day was cold, but early. The trees were bare long lifeless branches that curled like gnarled hands, it looked scary, but perhaps a normal sight for District seven. I wouldn’t know, I had after all never been to this pathetic place, I lived in the Capitol, it was my home. A home that was warm and welcoming, not bitterly cold and sights that made you want to throw up. Ugh, to just look at all those filthy beggars made me feel sick. Cold bit at my exposed skin and left my nose red and my cheeks flustered, I longed for the warmth of my Capitol house, not the miserable room I had been given at the Justice building. It was a dull room that had nothing, it was bare and empty. It made me feel homesick.

Stop Gambling, it will end with no good I growl as the words echo in my mind, I was tired of my mum always telling me that, the words were sadly the truth, maybe if I hadn’t have been so hot headed with my gambling I would be at home with my family. Maybe I would be sitting in front of a fire with all sorts of foods from all the different districts. Maybe i should have listened to her, instead of gambling and running into debt, then ending up in the grey suit because I couldn’t pay it off. Wow wasn’t I stupid.

I continue to walk; my displeasure grows as large flakes of snow begin to tumble out of the sky and on to me. I hated the snow; it made me feel cold and sick. I couldn’t show my beautiful abbs in the snow, I had to wear big bulky clothes that made me look fat! Just to keep myself warm, what was with that? I snuggle deeper into my coat, hoping it would protect me from the ice. It didn’t work. I growl and rip my jacket off as snow lands on my neck and melts, making me shiver. I chuck the jacket onto the ground in my anger and jump on it, making sure it is soaked in icy water.

I stop.

[/color] “FUCK!” I hated my anger problem, UHHHH, it made me do such stupid things, like destroy my jacket, when I need it! I glare at the jacket, as I begin to shiver from the snow that begins to pile up on me, it melts quickly on my thin clothing and soon it soaks into it, leaving me shivering, cold and soaking wet. My teeth start to chatter, I wanted to sit down and just lie down, keep myself warm, but I needed to move find somewhere warm. With a big effort I take a step, I stop; I didn’t want to take another. It was just too much effort, it was too cold, I didn’t have a jacket, i was shivering my ass off, I was stuck in a stupid district. Why should I take another step? Because you could die if you don’t’. A voice said in my head, it sounded suspiciously like my mothers.

It sure made sense though. I could die and well, I didn’t want to die. I kept walking. The world seemed to stop existing as I walk, it was all numb, or that could just be my body. I felt frozen and I was really cold, I didn’t know where I was, and some nagging feeling told me I might actually die out here. That if I didn’t find something warm soon I could die... it was only a small part of me telling me that, so it was easy to ignore. The snow seemed to grow thicker with every step I took, it seemed to reach higher up my body then before ~~or that could just be me tripping~~ the sun slowly rose, but was quickly covered by the mass of clouds that carried more snow. Slowly all my thoughts disappeared except one. Your cold. As if I didn’t know that already!

Then a track suddenly appeared in front of me. I would have jumper with excitement if my knees hadn’t have been frozen solid in place. I look up it to see a guy walking... OHHHH, he had a nice warm jacket, I needed it. I start to follow him. The road was very slippery and to my great delight, the guy in front of me slips. I laugh it was funny, I watch as he face plants into the ground and I can’t stop the laughs that rack my body, it warms me on the inside, and i soon find myself on the frozen ground laughing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/color][/size][/size][/blockquote]

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2011 22:25:44 GMT -5 by cass

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Dec 20, 2011 12:45:09 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 20, 2011 12:45:09 GMT -5

Dragging his fingernails against the ice in a slow manner, Dominic muttered to himself, sniffing and crying. The frozen ground was burning the side of his face, which felt good in an odd way. It made him feel very much alive when he was in pain, but there was only so much he could take -- mentally, that is. Physical pain he could deal with, but mental was another story. Just stay here. The boy had nothing else to do, so he did as he was told.

The falling snow continued to land on him and create little snow banks; he almost hoped that enough snow would fall so that he would disappear underneath all of it. 'That way I'd be alone and wouldn't hurt anybody. And no one could hurt me.' That was soon forgotten, though, when he heard laughing. Laughing. Not a chuckling, but hysterical laughter. Confused, Dominic sniffed and forced himself up, wiping off the bits of ice that clung to the reddened side of his face. Emerald green eyes scanned the area until he spotted a guy on the ground in absolute hysterics. He didn't have a jacket, either. "What... what are you doing?" Dominic asked, sniffing again. The cold mixed with his tears were taking a horrible toll on his nose. "You'll freeze to death without a coat on and laying down on the ground."

((Gah, sorry for the shortness. Dx I don't know what else to put. D: I'll have a lot more to put when he gets mad at Nom Nom. ^^ ))

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Last Edit: Dec 20, 2011 12:45:46 GMT -5 by semper

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Dec 22, 2011 22:25:39 GMT -5

Post by cass on Dec 22, 2011 22:25:39 GMT -5

>>>Nom Nom<<<

The laughs just kept coming; they wouldn’t stop until the air stung my throat so bad that the hysterical laughter turned into a coughing fit. It was painful and coughing made it worse. I groan and lay on the frozen ground panting, even in this horribly freezing cold weather I was covered in a slight sweat... I couldn’t help, but notice how my awesome bronze skin shone so prettiful against the sheen of sweat and how the snow glanced of my tight shirt, that had been hidden under my Peacekeeper jacket, and how the soft snow, to me made my muscles even more impressive. Boy did I look sexy.

I look over to the boy, that had been lying on the ground after his little accident. He know stood disrespectfully in front of me. How rude of him to just stand there. How rude. I open my mouth, to voice my dislike when I realise the guy was looking at me funny, his expression... worried? I didn’t know. I didn’t have a chance to think any further before my eyes travelled to his reddened face. Only half of the guys face was red, he looked like he was sunburnt, but had only gotten one half of it done. Before I can help myself I’m laughing again, the contorted laughter escapes, as I try to stop it.

But it was so funny! He looked like a half cooked patty of meat. I snort in my effort to control myself and end up causing myself to double over in laughter again. Slowly I take a deep breath, but I was pretty sure it was the coldness that was seeping into me, making my teeth chatter uncontrollably, that made me stop laughing. Once again I found myself eyeing the guys warm jacket, I wondered if it would fit over my abbs. I needed to try.

“Give me your jacket.” I demanded, reaching my hand out a snagged it and easily pulled it off the little guy. I snickered at him and his stunned expression. The jacket radiated heat and eagerly I shove it onto me. I let out a sigh of relief as I am wrapped in warmth, it felt so awesome and warm. I snuggle into the jacket, and eye the guy, wondering what he was going to do about it. He looked awfully cold, but I ignored it. I was after all far more important.“Dude, stop staring, you should really go do whatever it is you idiots do during your day. Scoot!” I make a shooing motion at the guy.

I don’t know what made me do it, and still do this day I don’t know why I did. I think it was because half of his face was red, and deep down I know what I had done would be good for the guy. I slap him across the face. The side of his face that wasn’t red. It was now. I grinned evilly at him. “There now you are a tomato.” ~~or a rare piece of meat~~I wondered how he would react to that.

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2011 22:31:15 GMT -5 by cass

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Jan 3, 2012 10:28:59 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 3, 2012 10:28:59 GMT -5

The other boy was still laughing. But why? What had Dominic done that was so hysterical? Sure, he had fallen on the ice, but no one had been around to see that... or was that true? The other guy must have seen him fall -- or he was the one who made you fall.

[/color] Dominic's emerald green eyes, shining with the remnants of tears, narrowed and locked their gaze onto this dark-haired boy. Who was he to laugh at him? Who was he to somehow trip him? The green eyed boy's jaw tightened.

"Give me your jacket." No sooner had the words registered in his head did the other boy reach out and just yank the jacket right off of his back. It wasn't just any jacket, it was the one that Jana had given him when they ran away from her father and brother. The force of the yanking knocked him sideways and he stumbled to get his balance back, the sudden blast of icy air chilling his skin. He obviously doesn't like you. He must have made you trip, and now he's laughing at you and stealing your jacket. And insulting you. What are you going to d-[/color] Then came the slap.

Dominic's head snapped around to the side, the frozen air making his cheek sting more than the slap itself. He didn't mind the pain, though; he was used to it. The fact that it had come from another human being, though, he couldn't stand that. Anger was quickly welling up inside of him. First he tripped you, then stole your jacket, and now he slapped you. He doesn't like you. Kill him, kill him![/color] A snarl came to Dominic's mouth.

"Don't tell me what to do!" The boy howled angrily, curling his fingers as if they were claws and launching his entire body at the other boy, trying to claw him and tackle him to the ground at the same time. Acting on impulse was something he was very good at, and whenever it happened it was usually because he was angry. Which was now. Even though he had killed his own father, Dominic knew he wasn't a good fighter. The only thing that made him good was his persistence to keep going at it whenever he was beaten down. Then you better keep going at it until you fucking kill him.

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Doesn't Really Feel Like Christmas At All [Cass] Jan 6, 2012 3:58:16 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jan 6, 2012 3:58:16 GMT -5

"Don't tell me what to do!"

This made me growl, did this wacko not know who he was staring, did he not know that the hot body and sexy muscles that stood in front of him was in fact a Peacekeeper, obviously not that little irritating voice whispered to him. I step aside as his flailing arms try to hit me. Not only was he failing, but he looked like a baby bird trying to take flight, but realising it was no use and still it tries. It was quiet funny when you put it that way.

I snort with humour as again I easily sidestep the boy’s attempts at attacking me. I knew I could easily end this and yet I felt compelled to let the boy try again. I guess I was feeling sorry for him and wanted to give him a chance. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Hell no, I wanted to watch the guy fail.

I mean this day had turned from horrible to fun; this one guy had made me laugh so freaking much. I was actually having fun. I mean stealing his jacket was cool, but slapping him on the face then him attacking me, what a blast. I could easily take him down and through him into a cell for assault, but I wasn’t going to. This was too much fun.

This fight reminded me of a long time ago, a time when I was younger and ignorant, but i have changed now. It was a time when my self-fish, now-it-all father decided to teach me how to fight. The man was brutal and didn’t give a rats arse about me. If he hit me a tripped me it was “you’re not a prick, so get up” I would cry from the taunts and call for mother. But all i would get would be a sarcastic reply from her.I look back at the guy in front of me and snarl, I didn’t see a boy, but I saw a sight that made me growl and yell a battle cry before lunging forward. My father.

“See it aint so good when you are losing, you son of a bitch!” I scream, my fingers curl into a fist and slam into the guys face. I the pain is jarring and I grit my teeth against it. This didn’t usually hurt so I assumed that I had hit the guy pretty hard. I stumble backwords, but the guy in front of me was a determined little creep. I didn’t see my father, but a boy who justkept trying like I had. And just kept failing.

I whack him in the side as he charges again. Could this day get any worse?

I didn't want to answer that so I ignored the question, even though I had asked it to myself. I look around myself, my brown eyes scanning the treeline that surrounded me, to be honest I didn't even know. Ideas did cross my mind, but they weren't my own, they were the words that mymom had spoken to me when I had attempted to run away. What are you hiding from? Why are you running. Stop and fight back be brave you idiot! It made me scowl to think that my hated parents had finally decided to make an appearance in my life. In my thoughts! It made me hate them even more.They were destroying my life.

I didn't understand, how can they do this? I haven't seen them for fucking ten years! and still they manage to destroy my life. I glare angrily atthe boy. The anger was building in me and I needed a punching bag to realease it all. The twerpwould be perfect. I snarl before lunging forward for another attack.

OOC: I'm soo sorry that it is soo short Dx

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