A Drama King (Open)

It was a hot, busy weekend afternoon in the Capitol, and Vida and Sabriel ventured outside of the small church, as they occasionally did.

As usual, beautiful, tall, armless Vida wore the loose robes of a future minister, which disguised her lack of arms, though it didn't make it invisible. Sabriel wore a dark blue frock dress, her long black hair loose and hanging in a shiny curtain down her back.

As the sister walked down the street, Sabriel's hand pressed against Vida's back to help her balance and guide her gently, a young man suddenly bumped into Vida, sending her reeling, and the poor woman would have fallen if it hadn't been for Sabriel.

"Hey!" Sabriel snapped as Vida staightened, shaken but unharmed. "Watch where you're going, as-"

"Sab!" Vida hissed, embarrassed enough without her sister causing a spectacle.

Fait Accompli.

Fait sat placidly on the glorious weekend. Tomorrow she would have to return to her horred private school. She detested the place. Honestly couldn't stand the whole institution. School, waste of my precious time. She thought to herself. She found it hard to disguise her distaste for the school. It was an old, crumbling boarding school that she spent five days of her week. Five days of utter torture for her.
She was a slight girl with pitch black hair and a quite palid complextion. In fact the contrst between her snow white skin and unnaturally dark hair gave her the look of Snow White. That added with her extremely clear, sappire blue eyes made herlook like the most heavenly ghost or a fallen angel. Of course in a normal person this would deliver many friends and a possy of admirers. Men falling at your feet. Guys want you, girls want to be you sort of thing. This was not the case for the thin seventeen year old Fait.
She had always been more into her shell than the rest of the girls her age. This meant that she tended to fixate her attention to the older woman of the Capitol. Mostly she was outgoing and quite exuberent when she was around them. That was why she loved them. There was not a chance of immaturety with them. Her living in the Capitol was something she would never learn to like though. The only thing that keot her from leaving the retched area was the lack of the claustraphobic clouds that plagued the Districs. Fool's lands as her father called them. She did not believe this though. She had made her own opinion long ago when her family had travelled all 12 Districts. Her father had mode quite sure that she would not see District 13. Ever. He worked in the Govenment and was a very predudice man.He never accepted anyone. Unless he had to that was. He had never really accepted Fait either but he was never home anyway so no harm. Or so he thought.

She was reveling in the heat of the huge sun warming her face over the tops of the sky rises and cars. The air was thick with smog. So bad that she had to close her eyes. She heard an exclamation of "Hey!" and opend the. A young man had just ploughed straight into an unsteady lady. One she knew had no arms. What would she steady herself with? Luckely another young lady was standing beside her. She had one hand on her back and was scolding the clumbsy man. Standing up with a yawn and a stretch Fait lazily accross the busy road recieving a splended array ofmbeeping, yelling and cursing. To her it sounded like soft music. She heard everthing as music though. That was one of the many reasons for her seclusiom. She loved to just sit and listen. She also saw colours with sounds and tasted different tastes with different sounds. Right now she grimaced at the sour taste and swamp green. As she reached the squabbling group she straitened her face out. "Can I help you?" Her voice was like a song. So sweet and willowy. She looked at the group again. What a boring day. She thought again to herself.

Looking at the crowd of rapidly growing teens Raielle decied to go over there and see what was happening.
Getting closer she saw Nik her cousins friend "hmmm wonder what happened" "hey Nik she called out whats up?"