Stroll (open)
Dec 22, 2011 16:00:33 GMT -5
Post by lukete247 on Dec 22, 2011 16:00:33 GMT -5
Crispus Decimus wandered aimlessly through the streets of the Seam. Normally, he would be at the tiny, broken down house he called home. However, his brothers were working in the mines, and his father had taken Gaea, his little sister, to her friends house. Life sure was hard in the Seam, and he wished he could do something about it. But, of course, he couldn't. But he couldn't do many things in the Seam anyways, or District 12 either, so he didn't care much.
At least the scenery wasn't as blank as usual. The snow had added some sense of tranquility lately. He had a small flashback then, of when he was little.
'Honey, come here!' 'I'm coming, Mom!'His mother had led him outside that day, to be amazed by the dazzling spectacle of snowflakes.
That was his first snow, and he would always remember it. Not because of the snow itself, but the memory of his mother. He missed her so much, and so did the rest of his family. He sometimes felt like they didn't care as much as he did though.'Hey, Crispus!'Crispus sighed. Should he ignore whoever had called him, or turn to talk? Conversation wasn't his strong suit, but he turned anyways. After all, his mother had taught him to not be rude to others.
At least the scenery wasn't as blank as usual. The snow had added some sense of tranquility lately. He had a small flashback then, of when he was little.
'Honey, come here!' 'I'm coming, Mom!'His mother had led him outside that day, to be amazed by the dazzling spectacle of snowflakes.
That was his first snow, and he would always remember it. Not because of the snow itself, but the memory of his mother. He missed her so much, and so did the rest of his family. He sometimes felt like they didn't care as much as he did though.'Hey, Crispus!'Crispus sighed. Should he ignore whoever had called him, or turn to talk? Conversation wasn't his strong suit, but he turned anyways. After all, his mother had taught him to not be rude to others.
