Living on the edge//(Roseh/Aka)Blitz

Living on the edge//(Roseh/Aka)Blitz Jul 7, 2013 0:11:33 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jul 7, 2013 0:11:33 GMT -5

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::Distrcit 6::Male::18::

My fingers close round the wood in my hand. The rough edges digging into the soft tender skin of my palm. I wince slightly, as I pull the piece of wood toward my body. I bring the piece to eye level examining the texture of the wood. On the outside it was rough, the bark that covered it, shielded it, was firm protecting it, shielding the soft vulnerable wood that lives underneath. Twisting the wood so that my eyes could study the ends I saw that the wood that hide underneath was smooth, soft.

Dropping the piece of wood by my knee my mind wanders, I people were so similar to that piece of wood. Some of us create facades to hide others from the person we really are underneath all this skin, under all these lies. Me for example, I let people believe I am a bitch, a snarky, sarcastic, asshole when really I’m just boy who is lost, who is broken, a boy who, actually under all these lies, under all this skin, layers and layers of masks, is a boy who is sensitive, a boy who want to be loved, who wants to Love. A boy who is broken from the inside out. I have never been someone who is desperate for people to rush to my side to comfort me, but I am also not a boy who people avoid. I just pretend I want to be like that, I pretend that I want people to avoid me, I feel it as a way to atone. A way to atone for the things that I have done. I don’t deserve to be around others when I am a person who is unforgivable.

I reach for another piece of wood, then another until my arms are filled with the little pieces of wood. I pull them away from the stack and drop them in a pile beside my knee, beside the other piece of wood that lays innocently beside me. Once I drop them I haul myself to my feet and head over to where I would find some matches. Instantly I find some and I bring than over to my stack of wood, dropping down again, beside the pile if wood. I didn't need any instructor to know how to light a match. I was from district 6, and I had lighted a match over a million times. Pulling a match out I scratch it head on the rough side of the box, watching as a ball of heat leaps onto the end, smiling I pull it down to the wood and watch as it lights up before my eyes.

A smile forms on my lips, as I watch my piece of work grow bigger and bigger until all the pieces of wood were alights and burning brightly, the heat of the fire flowing into my body, making me feel warm.

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Living on the edge//(Roseh/Aka)Blitz Jul 10, 2013 18:08:07 GMT -5

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Post by NoireRose on Jul 10, 2013 18:08:07 GMT -5

Importance...Listening...Info...Body...Speaking

”The flames of a fire. They dance and they flicker as if a life is inside of them. They dance as if there’s a passion and a beating heart inside”

Akasha walked up beside the boy from District 6. She had a faint smile on her face and she stared into the fire as if it was telling a story. Her story, maybe, or possibly his story. The fire burned the wood, and burned the exterior. It reached the interior and set the flames to grow and become stronger. The fire could be a friend and it could also be an enemy. Past experiences flashed through her eyes from fire. It made her smile and it made her frown. However, no tears would fall from her eyes, not tonight at least. Possibly later in the comfort of her own bed. Possibly in the arms of her killer or her friend. She would be awake for a long while, or so she hoped.

”My name is Akasha La-,” her voice slightly wavered at her last name, but nonetheless she started again and moved on, “Akasha Labinnac. District Nine Female Tribute”

Calmly, she sat down next to him and continued watching the fire move around itself and the air. ”And you are?” Her eyes made their own escape over to his face. He seemed nice enough, but then again sometimes appearances mislead people. One of the reasons that many people had fallen into her traps. There was simply something about him though. Maybe it was the way he acted or something else. It stood out to Akasha, and that’s the main reason why she came over to him. She figured that she might as well try to get to know some of the other tributes, and he looked like a person who would be good to have on her side. Somebody who she might be able to rely on in the beginning of the Games. However, later on, all bets would be off and it would be a free-for-all. No matter how much she liked that person.

Quietly, her attention turned back to the flames. There were times where she thought she saw images in the fire. A person, a face, a little child. Things that she recalled from her past; things that might be in her future as well. She yearned to survive, and her goal was simply that. To survive as long as she could in the Games that they had decided to place her in. For the past ten years, her district hadn’t gotten a victor and she hoped that she would fill that position. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to go back home and would die trying.