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✾ petra dianne ral -peacekeeper- ✾ done~ Mar 6, 2014 19:22:10 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Mar 6, 2014 19:22:10 GMT -5

P E T R AD I A N N E R A L
the city never sleeps at night

x x x x

The wind is angry tonight. It nips at my cheeks and numbs my hands. I can barely feel the fingers wrapped around the ledge upon which I have perched. It's exhilarating, a small block of concrete between me and a plunge to my death. I fear not the evil which most spend their life trying to avoid. (No one makes it out alive). I take in a breath, burning my lungs and making my eyes water. I slowly bring my feet out from under me, letting them dangle over the ledge. And I smile. A warm type of smile, one that lights up the room. Free of prejudice, not yet having time to be corrupt by hardship. A genuine smile. They're far too rare these days.

I suppose there's a reason for that.

I can barely see the stars, as they fly about the cosmos. The bright lights of Capitol drowning them out. As if they were much more important than the beautiful lights which were more than striking against a navy background. (~~How accurately that represents the egos of those below)~~ The "capitolites" were more than cringe worthy. At least, in my opinion, a woman who has given up any chance at a family to protect them. Thinking too much of them will ruin my night.

My lip grinds against my lip, the bitter balm upon them almost gagging me. I spit, watching it fall several stories before ~~hopefully~~ landing upon some unsuspecting innocent. I am not a cruel person by any means. I wouldn't go to any extent to harm another for my own amusement. But, if one of my actions causes a small... hilarious inconvenience, I won't deny myself a laugh. Frankly, I don't care if that makes me a bad person.

The night had long since turned a bright blue before I finally moved, unable to stargaze any longer, my interest had all but faded. I push myself upwards, bare feet dancing over smooth pavement. By no means a modest person, I am adorned in normal nightwear. A shirt, far too big for someone as petite as I, and dark shorts that barely covered the tops of my thighs. I wouldn't catch any eyes, being much less than a bombshell within the Capitol. And it was too much work to dress for my nightly expeditions.

The coffee is soon boiling ~~(a constant of my diet. especially the nights in which sleep evaded me)~~ and eggs are frying upon a metal pan. My hair, naturally a light ginger and now dyed a deeper red, is pulled back into a tight bun. ~~(my line of work requires such~~ ~~precautions)~~ I fear not being late. Taking my time is something I do well, preferring to savor the moment. I've seen far too much death to be naive enough to believe one can live forever. Or that one can not die tomorrow. And so i live as though every day is my last. One's final hours cannot be spent on such petty things.

Besides, I am no new member. I've faithfully served the peacekeepers, for many a year. I've gained the captain's trust, and I hope his friendship. I'll always be there when things get tough, even if a few minutes late. They're my comrades, who I've trusted with my life many a times, and they likewise. I'll be damned if one of them dies if I could have done something about it.

I'm talented. My small stature provides me no real strength, and I've never considered myself anything other than of average intelligence. But none of that truly matters. Not when as fast or agile as I. My younger years were often spent in a gym, my body folding over itself. Fingers tightly wrapped around silver rings as I carefully spun and flipped, carefully cultivating control over my body which still remains to this day. As I grew older, my interests faded in simply using my body for sport.

My heart is possibly the largest part of my body. Quite contrast to my petite size. It's bore proudly upon my sleeve, my eyes dancing with words carefully contained. Diplomacy is a... lesser skill of mine, though my mouth is far tighter than some who I hold dear. My fondness for some is common knowledge, having yet to receive any sort of reciprocation, I am left to be simply a matron for my squad mates.

I do not mind this role, even adoring it at points. I'm not feared, perhaps not respected. But I am loved. And for that I am eternally grateful.

The dark shorts fall upon carpeted ground, delicate feet maneuvering around the dark wear. I lift the shirt over my head, catching the bun and allowing ruby curls to fall somewhere past my shoulders. My hands trace the deep curve which starts at the sides of my breasts and ends somewhere about my hips. It's not smooth, the skin hugging the various bones which make up my figure, sinking into the places which the bones were absent.

This is by no means my own doing, as many here in the capitol seem to think. ~~(i tire of their constant inquiries of my diet).~~ I would much prefer to be... curvy. My hips something more than a slight incline from what should be a waist. How I yearn for the ability to wear shirts that hug ample breasts and pants that reveal curved thighs.

Instead, I am cursed, the food I take seeming to go nowhere onto my body. Cursed with fingers unnaturally cold and toes that never seem to be anything but numb. And I'm left to wonder why some in the Capitol seem so determined to imitate this hell. ~~(the grass is always greener on the other side. or... so they say).~~ The water by now has warmed, I allow myself a quick shower. The lukewarm droplets snaking down my back and onto the tiled floor. I let out a sigh, my back meeting a wall stained with mildew. ~~(i've never once been hungry, but a peacekeepers pay, even one involved in "serving the people" is significantly less than those whom we protect.)~~

It's over far too soon. I am nothing but fashionably late. Pulling the captains' strings is fun in moderation, yet I know that my punishment might be something worse if I dare to step completely over the line drawn. A toe or so never hurt anybody.

So I dress. Navy blues and bright whites taking up most of my closet space. I dress comfortably, not to impress. Most of my wardrobe larger than they should be. If I want to be noticed it will be for my stunning personality.

No wonder I'm still a virgin.

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