Amusement of Love by Ani, Marree, and Toni
Jan 9, 2014 20:09:30 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Jan 9, 2014 20:09:30 GMT -5
Okay, so this is an AU story that is being co-written by Toni, Marree, and myself, we will be writing it kind of like a thread but at the same time not a thread as it will be a hunger games. Enjoy^^
Ebony Winds D2
“Ebony, come on, it’s time to get up” Marcus’ voice rings in my ear and I just about slap him as I roll over. He hovers over me, a glass that was at one point full in his hand.
“Did you have to dump water on me?” I hiss. He smiles and I roll my eyes, turning away from him. “Get out, I need to get ready” I bark, not looking at him. My white blonde hair is soaked from the water and I’ll need to wash it. I hear the door close and sigh in relief. Marcus was sometimes a serious pain in my ass, why did he insist on waking me up with water? I expected that from one of the twins but from him? Never. He was the one who was normally prim and proper, not one to play practical jokes on the others. I sit up and get out of bed, heading to the washroom. Why did my parents let him into our house? Oh yeah, my parents adored him, they thought he was perfect and were encouraging us to date. No way, I would not date him, not if I wanted to keep my identity as a girl a secret from outsiders. Plus, I had my eyes on another person, Thomas actually, he was my age and we’d slowly grown together.
I shower before heading downstairs, my parents, for once, have the day off of work and so my father is in the kitchen making breakfast. Normally, I just grab whatever is available and take it to go. Today though, I will get a breakfast from my dad. Interestingly enough, he hasn’t set the house on fire yet. “Morning Eb” my mother greets.
“Morning mom” I reply. Quietly, I add “It’s a miracle, he hasn’t burned the house down yet” I laugh softly and she joins me. We both know what a terrible cook my father is but we don’t say anything because it could hurt his feelings. He serves me up something that resembles eggs, I think, and sausages (slightly burned) and hash browns (over done). I smile at him before starting to eat. Usually, I am the cook in the family but today my dad insisted on making breakfast.
“Ready for the reaping?” he asks. I nod, finishing my breakfast. I hoped I wasn’t picked, I didn’t want to have to fight to the death. While other tributes from my district saw glory in winning, I didn’t. I just saw the broken shells of people who had managed to survive, Katniss Everdeen, for example, was broken beyond repair. I stand up from the table, clearing off my dishes before heading out towards the square, wanting to get there before the big crowd showed up.
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By the time I arrive at the square, there aren’t that many people there but as the minutes tick by, it begins to fill up. Many kids are eager to hear who will represent us in the games although, unfortunately, there is no one to volunteer this year from the academy. I scan the crowd for familiar faces and spot Thomas along with the twins in the males section. I hope none of us is reaped. To lose one of my brothers, even though they aren’t technically related to me, would be like losing a piece of myself. I turn my attention back to the stage where the escort, a plump woman with oddly green hair, now stands at the microphone. As usual, she gives her spiel about why we’re here before clacking over to the girls reaping bowl. She draws a slip of paper and walks back to the microphone. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until she reads out the name
“Ebony Winds” I blink for a moment before realizing that that’s my name, she just called me up. I push through the people in front of me before making my way up to the front of the stage. I try to put on a smile but it doesn’t feel right, it feels fake on my face. The district roars in applause before the escort walks over to the boys reaping bowl and plucks a name. Before she even gets a chance to say the name, a voice shouts from the males section.
“I volunteer” I know that voice. My eyes scan the crowd, hoping to convince my brain against what it already knows. I watch in horror as Thomas takes the stage. Only one of us can come out, there is no way around that. I look at him, sorrow in my eyes. I can’t doom him to die with me. I think, shaking his hand. I really want to hug him but I can’t do that here, not with all these people watching. I just have to be strong for a little bit longer, until we get onto the train, then I can give him a hug and cry to him.
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We are escorted into the justice building where I sit in a comfortable room, waiting for anyone who wants to come visit me to do so. The first one in the room is Marcus and he immediately pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and look up at him. “Be strong Eb, I know you can do it.” He says.
“Marcus, we both know that if it comes down to him or me, I’ll choose him.” I say honestly. Marcus and I do not lie to each other. He nods, not liking it but accepting it.
“Ebony, I want you to know that I’ve always admired you. The way you have been brave and have managed to put up with our unruliness, it has been an honor to have known you.” His words bring tears to my eyes but I wipe them away with the back of my arm.
“It was an honor knowing you too Marcus, look after the twins and the others alright?” I ask. He nods before the peace keeper tells us it’s time for him to leave.
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My next visitors are my parents, they stay silent but I can tell that my mother is on the verge of crying. I embrace her tightly and she pats my white-blonde hair soothingly. For a moment, I feel like I’m five again and she’s protecting me from the dark. I embrace my father and he places a kiss on my forehead.
“be brave, Ebony, we’ll be cheering for you.” I nod, knowing more than likely that they will never see me again. The peace keeper barks that it’s time for them to leave and I give them each a quick kiss before the door closes in my face. I sit down on the couch and wait, listening to the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner for my time to be up.
Ebony Winds D2
“Ebony, come on, it’s time to get up” Marcus’ voice rings in my ear and I just about slap him as I roll over. He hovers over me, a glass that was at one point full in his hand.
“Did you have to dump water on me?” I hiss. He smiles and I roll my eyes, turning away from him. “Get out, I need to get ready” I bark, not looking at him. My white blonde hair is soaked from the water and I’ll need to wash it. I hear the door close and sigh in relief. Marcus was sometimes a serious pain in my ass, why did he insist on waking me up with water? I expected that from one of the twins but from him? Never. He was the one who was normally prim and proper, not one to play practical jokes on the others. I sit up and get out of bed, heading to the washroom. Why did my parents let him into our house? Oh yeah, my parents adored him, they thought he was perfect and were encouraging us to date. No way, I would not date him, not if I wanted to keep my identity as a girl a secret from outsiders. Plus, I had my eyes on another person, Thomas actually, he was my age and we’d slowly grown together.
I shower before heading downstairs, my parents, for once, have the day off of work and so my father is in the kitchen making breakfast. Normally, I just grab whatever is available and take it to go. Today though, I will get a breakfast from my dad. Interestingly enough, he hasn’t set the house on fire yet. “Morning Eb” my mother greets.
“Morning mom” I reply. Quietly, I add “It’s a miracle, he hasn’t burned the house down yet” I laugh softly and she joins me. We both know what a terrible cook my father is but we don’t say anything because it could hurt his feelings. He serves me up something that resembles eggs, I think, and sausages (slightly burned) and hash browns (over done). I smile at him before starting to eat. Usually, I am the cook in the family but today my dad insisted on making breakfast.
“Ready for the reaping?” he asks. I nod, finishing my breakfast. I hoped I wasn’t picked, I didn’t want to have to fight to the death. While other tributes from my district saw glory in winning, I didn’t. I just saw the broken shells of people who had managed to survive, Katniss Everdeen, for example, was broken beyond repair. I stand up from the table, clearing off my dishes before heading out towards the square, wanting to get there before the big crowd showed up.
-------
By the time I arrive at the square, there aren’t that many people there but as the minutes tick by, it begins to fill up. Many kids are eager to hear who will represent us in the games although, unfortunately, there is no one to volunteer this year from the academy. I scan the crowd for familiar faces and spot Thomas along with the twins in the males section. I hope none of us is reaped. To lose one of my brothers, even though they aren’t technically related to me, would be like losing a piece of myself. I turn my attention back to the stage where the escort, a plump woman with oddly green hair, now stands at the microphone. As usual, she gives her spiel about why we’re here before clacking over to the girls reaping bowl. She draws a slip of paper and walks back to the microphone. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until she reads out the name
“Ebony Winds” I blink for a moment before realizing that that’s my name, she just called me up. I push through the people in front of me before making my way up to the front of the stage. I try to put on a smile but it doesn’t feel right, it feels fake on my face. The district roars in applause before the escort walks over to the boys reaping bowl and plucks a name. Before she even gets a chance to say the name, a voice shouts from the males section.
“I volunteer” I know that voice. My eyes scan the crowd, hoping to convince my brain against what it already knows. I watch in horror as Thomas takes the stage. Only one of us can come out, there is no way around that. I look at him, sorrow in my eyes. I can’t doom him to die with me. I think, shaking his hand. I really want to hug him but I can’t do that here, not with all these people watching. I just have to be strong for a little bit longer, until we get onto the train, then I can give him a hug and cry to him.
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We are escorted into the justice building where I sit in a comfortable room, waiting for anyone who wants to come visit me to do so. The first one in the room is Marcus and he immediately pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and look up at him. “Be strong Eb, I know you can do it.” He says.
“Marcus, we both know that if it comes down to him or me, I’ll choose him.” I say honestly. Marcus and I do not lie to each other. He nods, not liking it but accepting it.
“Ebony, I want you to know that I’ve always admired you. The way you have been brave and have managed to put up with our unruliness, it has been an honor to have known you.” His words bring tears to my eyes but I wipe them away with the back of my arm.
“It was an honor knowing you too Marcus, look after the twins and the others alright?” I ask. He nods before the peace keeper tells us it’s time for him to leave.
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My next visitors are my parents, they stay silent but I can tell that my mother is on the verge of crying. I embrace her tightly and she pats my white-blonde hair soothingly. For a moment, I feel like I’m five again and she’s protecting me from the dark. I embrace my father and he places a kiss on my forehead.
“be brave, Ebony, we’ll be cheering for you.” I nod, knowing more than likely that they will never see me again. The peace keeper barks that it’s time for them to leave and I give them each a quick kiss before the door closes in my face. I sit down on the couch and wait, listening to the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner for my time to be up.
