we are porcelain ♥ iago

we are porcelain ♥ iago Oct 19, 2013 3:42:28 GMT -5

Quote

Post by clover ❁ on Oct 19, 2013 3:42:28 GMT -5

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8373/8365456275_f37c91d1c9.jpg'); border: 0; padding: 10 10 10 10 px; border-radius: 35px 35px 0px 0px; width: 450px;]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-left: 30px solid eeeeee; border-right: 30px solid eeeeee; padding: 10 10 10 10 px; width: 390px;]

"WE'LL BE COUNTING STARS."

[/color][/URL]
lucy peverell[/i][/color][/size][/url]

[/center]
[/td][/tr][/table]

In my dreams, I saw a great lion. He walked out across a field, brave and unafraid - his mane flew backward in the wind, and I thought perhaps nothing had ever been so magnificent. In my sleep, I looked up at the stars and made a wish. (In the arena, might I be just half as brave as the creature that stands before me now? And then maybe my siblings can watch and say that Lucy didn't even bow her head in sorrow or fear?) When I awoke, I went to the window right away, trying to hold onto the dream before it slipped away completely. Although Peter says I forgive too easily and Susan says I believe too willingly and Edmund declares I hold on too stubbornly, I know I am partially a fighter. (I'm just worried that the side of me that wants nothing more than to hide until the darkness finally conceals everything will win over the Lucy who cares to win the war.)

Now, I make my way downstairs, sick of the silence. Whenever I was unsure of something back at home, I'd climb into my sister's bed beside her or find one of my brother's sleeves to tug. Here, I have nothing but my own company to keep me from going insane in the long nights that reach out silky fingers toward the day. As morning breaks, I am more than glad to see the others. I am a little too eager to make friends here - for someone destined to die at their hands, I ignore the fact that is wrong to be endlessly wanting the companionship of those around me. "Would you like to play with me?" Edmund impressed upon me years ago that it isn't right to suggest games to those older than eight, but I always was the baby of the family. (I think that part of being Lucy is being childish, and refusing to grow up any faster than I absolutely must.) "I- I'm very good at hide and seek. I'm Lucy. Sorry... who might you be?" I smile my very brightest smile at the first boy I have encountered and hope he returns it.

template by chelsey

[/color][/center][/size]
[/td][/tr][/table]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/5f83d52ff5c1d50c1e5836f113c19111/tumblr_mukn7rYF3K1sbtpwzo1_500.jpg'); border: 0; padding: 10 10 10 10 px; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 450px;]

[/center]

we are porcelain ♥ iago Oct 19, 2013 23:50:24 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 23:50:24 GMT -5

I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

•••

{I feel numb most of the time}
{The lower I get the higher I'll climb}
{And I will wonder why}
{I get dark only to shine}

•••

Morning brings another sunrise, and one thousand, four hundred, and forty minutes with it. My father was always impressed with my counting

[/color]; he supposed that my bookkeeping would be a boon for the entire district if I kept to my courses in school. Enjoying order and a proper schedule has positioned me away from the hanging thoughts of blood and death. I wake in my bed and have twelve minutes to shower, another six to get dressed, and still two more before I have to find my way to the elevator. After a few days the numbness has worn off, and I’m resigned to the slow and steady march toward my day in the arena. Better to admit there is no turning back than to be hung up on thinking someone else will save you[/color], I think. Kids like Shadow or Sticky hang themselves with thoughts of failure before it’s even happened. But perhaps I am too clever for that.[/color]

In the hall I’ve stopped to tie my shoe, only to be greeted by a little voice. It makes my hairs stand on end, and I look up at the cherubic face. Would you like to play with me?[/color] Trying to place it, I shake my head. At first I want to scold her for even thinking she has a right to speak to me, the ignorant little twat she is[/color], but I close my mouth again. I- I'm very good at hide and seek. I'm Lucy. Sorry... who might you be?[/color] Lucy. District twelve. Her reaping doesn’t stand clear in my mind, but she’s wide eyes and smiles. It crawls under my skin how cheerily happy some of these kids are just days before their deaths. I stand and clear my throat. I have had enough fun teasing, poking, and prodding the little ones. I could do one better with Lucy.

“Hello Lucille,” I say, elongating her name with a grin. “My name is Iago Izar-McClaine. It is… a pleasure.” I cock my head at her suggestion of a game. “Hide and seek? I am not familiar. Maybe we call it something different in District 11…” I place a finger on my chin and pretend to rack my brain. “Would you show me how to play? I have been so bored with all the training lately, it would be nice to have some fun.”[/blockquote][/size][/justify]