D4 :: Scout Krigel

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D4 :: Scout Krigel Jul 19, 2015 6:48:36 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Jul 19, 2015 6:48:36 GMT -5

ONE.

i wanna be on the front line
knotted up suit ties
talkin' like a headstrong mama

Florescent lighting never looked better, the sister of sunlight on her warm, freckled skin. Girls like this have a way of tricking a room into believing it's more comfortable than it is, transforming hardback government issued chairs into something plush and a closet-sized office into a king's quarters. The air brightens mysteriously and everything just smells better for no good reason at all. She's sixteen and her only job is being dangerously underage while smiling like she has no idea she's a national poster child for jailbait.

"— but what does it matter what I do with my life," and while her voice is a song, her words remind the school councilor sitting across from her that she's no angel, although she's certainly falling, "I'm a Krigel. We're famous for death, not the whole living thing." Flipping the sun-bleached blonde beach waves of her imperfect-on-purpose hair, the way she tilts her head is almost enough to make a person forget that she talks like she has twice as many teeth in her mouth and every one of them sharp beneath the sugared veneer. "What do you want from me?"

"I'm here to help, Scout. It's mid-semester and you have failing grades in most of your classes —"

Sighing the same way that summer does as it promises to be sweet and easy in the first few days of bliss before the inevitable heatwaves hit, she makes a show of stretching her arms above her head, arching her back. "F is just a letter. I know lots of those." Humming the alphabet under her breath, she settles back into her seat, twirling her hair and laughing a little as the corner of her mouth hooks up into a smile. "Do you really think it matters if a Krigel fails a history class? Krigels are the history class." That tiny laugh turns into an all-out giggle and her whole face scrunches up — button nose crinkling and dimples popping into her cheeks.

"Your future is important —"

"My future is now. I'm already living it. That's why I have better things to do than a few homework papers." Languidly rising from her seat, she bats her fingers through a mug full of dulled pencils and half-dried out pens sitting on the corner of his desk. They clink. They chime. But only for her. "I don't wanna be late for lunch, Mr. Carruthers." Fluttering her fingers in a dismissive goodbye, she slips out of the room before there's any chance for objection. The silence is an undeniable improvement in conversation, but the room dims without her. Already the greige painted cinder block walls miss the reflected glory of her youth. They would beg her back, if only there were words to make her stay.

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D4 :: Scout Krigel Jul 19, 2015 16:57:39 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Jul 19, 2015 16:57:39 GMT -5

TWO.

sweet blooded and i'm stranded
see if i can stand it
drinkin' in the shallow water

The light of the bonfire runs its greedy golden hands all across her skin in the dark, trying to claim the young girl by scorching mine mine mine into the constellation lines of her freckles. "Skin stars," whispers a boy from school, trying to tug her closer to him as he skims a finger across her cheek. Because she doesn't know his name from a single glance, she doesn't care and slips free of his attempt to snare her with a twirl dedicated to the rambling guitar melody stringing itself through the air. Long hair whirling out like a shield, he can't look away, but that's not enough to keep her with him.

Disappearing into the shimmering crowd of the party, she hooks a bottle of clear liquor out of one hand ("Hey!" An angry shout promptly cuts itself off with a starstruck stutter. "Was that Scout Krigel? Hey! Hey, Scout, I don't mind —"), takes a sip, and re-gifts it to the next person she passes by. ("What the —" Everywhere, grins. "Awesome. Where are you —") Toes testing the tide, she dances through shallow water before throwing herself into the unsuspecting arms of the best looking boy on the beach... maybe the best looking girl as well. Harper Libertine grins as he lifts her up and spins her around in two or three dizzying circles. Quickly pressing her lips to the underside of his jaw, he plants a much sloppier kiss on the crown of her truly royal head and their twin laughs slur around their edges in equal parts.

Libertine is a name the Krigel girl knows how to talk to, famous enough to be associated with and struck by tragedy to the point of knowing all her secrets without her having to admit them. When their fingers twist together it's a cradle of comfort for everything she's never said about Nat, for the way she holds her breath at Reapings as she inwardly screams NOT THIS KRIGEL with the panicked racing of her selfish heart, for how far away she feels from everything around her, always. In this moment she escapes the feeling of being untouchable. The fame is a blessed revelry when she's not thinking about the future and how it's coming for her, but the downside to being the cousin of District Four's reigning Victor haunts every silver lining.

Tightening her hold on Harper, she waves at a Krearns girl and blows a kiss to a passing La Torre. "Race you," she challenges her friend, letting go and breaking into a sprint toward the docks. He follows with a laugh and at least half the people around the bonfire turn to watch. The whole world is hungry for her, licking their lips as she passes by. Everyone wants her smile, her skin, her blood and not necessarily in that order. People will give her anything she wants, because she is beautiful enough to make them daydream, because she is a Krigel, because someday they will ask for twice as much in return and if she doesn't give it to them, they will take it by force.

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D4 :: Scout Krigel Jul 20, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Jul 20, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -5

THREE.

m a g n e t i c
everything about you
you really got me now

Chewing on the end of her pencil, she leans back to scrutinize her work. The childish doodles look up at her with grins and speech bubbles full of cheerful words of encouragement that aspire to be life lessons, but don't know how because the girl that wrote them is only sixteen and loved too well to know struggle. What little she understands of loss she only recently learned from her cousin Nat, who some might argue she's become closer with in death than in life.

It was too strange, too unexpected for him to return home in a box. Leon lived inside the television for a while once too, coming back a surreal king of a world that still feels pretend and his little brother was supposed to be the same, but he died. He died and Scout doesn't understand how that's possible. Even after seeing the perfect stillness of his body in the casket, she thinks it isn't real.

Her whole life, even in the quiet years before the family was reborn through Leon as sons and daughters of fame, she has been treated as someone precious. Toes like these hardly touched the ground as a child, carried around proudly in the arms of her father until her brother Declan was big enough to give her piggyback rides. Their younger sibling followed her around with equal adoration, the willing victim for her every game of dress up in their parent's clothing because this has never been a face anyone says no to. Not until Nat — not until his cold, stiff mouth looked up from a box of death and said:

No, I haven't come home.

The Krigel cousins haven't ever been close enough for Scout to know why she's crying right now, swiping at tears as a hiccup twitches through her chest. For sixteen years her fears were pretend monsters confined to closets and the shadows beneath her bed, easily scared into submission by a chest-pounding war cry from her brother. Now, the monsters have actual swords for claws and when she has nightmares about her head being hacked off, no one comforts her by promising it isn't real.

Knees to chest, she curls forward and erases the last few panels of her comic strip, carefully reconstructing faces and altering dialogue. She remakes their smiles to be twice as wide and their words into everything that has ever been wonderful, because this is how she wants her story to be. This is how it has to be and the only one who's allowed to say otherwise is Scout herself.

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