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Stranger // [Arctic] Jul 23, 2015 12:39:04 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jul 23, 2015 12:39:04 GMT -5

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Who knows how long
I've been awake now

There’s this girl sitting at the edge of a building, shielding herself from the rain pouring from above.

I know because I’ve been sitting here for the past two days, and I think a lot of people don’t notice the homeless unless they’re always watching, always in the same place, and it’s tough not to notice these things when you’re like me, always sitting around.

Though I wasn’t sure if she would still be here today, I brought a blanket and a thermos of coffee. The mid-summer weather is unpredictable at best, and the constant rains have made things much cooler in District Twelve, an anomaly in the weather that doesn’t make any kind of sense. That’s why this girl – whoever she is – needs the help, because if I were in her position I think I would want someone to reach out and give me a hand too.

Not knowing her name complicates things, but I walk up to the spot where she’s huddled against a wall and sit next to her. Without saying anything at all – mainly because words will screw it all up – I set down the blanket and the thermos in front of her feet and pull my legs against my chest as I sit.

Last Edit: Jul 23, 2015 12:45:33 GMT -5 by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]

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Stranger // [Arctic] Jul 23, 2015 16:00:43 GMT -5

Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jul 23, 2015 16:00:43 GMT -5

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I wasn't fond of the rain, or any kind of precipitation really, as it led to being huddled under the roof of a building without any care or notice to just be taken care of by myself. The biting winter cold was always difficult, some years I'm pretty sure there's been times I was close to freezing. People don't care however, never have and will. I'm homeless you can say. I don't like living at the half burned down place that I used to call my home because it freaks me out. The meniac laughter, his deep voice asking if I was ready and I never was, never am ready for the horrorhe had brought to my family.

I wasn't expecting someone to notice me much because homeless people were always overlooked and not really thought much about from others in the district. So when the boy that had been sitting in the district square for the past two days had confronted me, I was more than surprised. More scared than surprised.

My eyes were covered by a glaze as I had been focusing on things other than the life I live, because to do that it means realizing how much my life sucks and it'd be better to be dead right now instead of living. I had been dreaming, in a different world with my family that doesn't include the murderer that left ashes on the ground for his signature. I was brought back to life by a sudden shiver running down my back and through my body due to the cold, and I'm surprised I'm not even used to it.

Looking around slightly I'd see a male that's attractive, almost too attractive to be from twelve. But that's beside the point, looking down I'd see a blanket and a thermos laying on the ground nearby my feet. I'm taken aback, not even sure if they're for me.

"Are those.." My voice cracks, or maybe it's just me because I'm so happy, almost hoping so much that they are, my words seem to fall out in the form of surprise. "Are those for me?"

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Stranger // [Arctic] Jul 26, 2015 17:12:54 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jul 26, 2015 17:12:54 GMT -5

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I've been awake now

Mom got all kinds of annoyed this morning when I strutted out of the house with a thermos and a blanket, because I never really tell her what I’m up to.

”Now you get cold, in the middle of the summer? You better not be about to ruin my blanket. And don’t lose my thermos!” I remember her saying when I slipped out the door, fingers smudged with coal dust from the doorknob. Everything’s got coal dust in this place, even my clothes, and there’s a smudge here and there on my arms and hands.

This girl looks a little more worn out by the weather than anything else, and she looks so lost to me that it takes her a second to even understand what I’ve done.

”Are those… Are those for me?” she asks, and the look of surprise on her face is enough to make me feel terrible for her. People shouldn’t have to have a reason to help their neighbors – that’s what Mom always says - but this girl’s got a look that says nobody’s helped her out in a real long time.

”Yeah, of course,” I say, smiling reassuringly. ”What’s your name?”

Sometimes – more than a blanket or a cup of coffee – a simple conversation can brighten up a person’s day.

Last Edit: Jul 26, 2015 17:13:27 GMT -5 by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]

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Stranger // [Arctic] Jul 26, 2015 21:54:42 GMT -5

Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jul 26, 2015 21:54:42 GMT -5

Bidelia Mynatt
I wasn't really expecting for him to say yes, however he did. That was a blessing in itself. I thought he was just going to walk away after that. He didn't. I was even more surprised, maybe even blessed to say that someone was actually interested to stay in conversation with me. However this is no time for surprise girl, you'll seem weak. Though you look weak in your actions, your speech and how you were oh so surprised someone actually gave a damn if you were to live. It's probably a bet. Nobody really does, it's all a show and act with no finale.

However nobody gives a second thought for me. Nothing. They don't care, nobody does. I'm just a regular homeless teenager in District 12 freezing to death, slowly and surely. The games are just a toy, manmade and they don't dare come close to the real horrors of dying naturally. Those deaths of food? Lack of water? They're all controlled by man. I'm on my own, it's the real game of survival in District Twelve.

”Yeah, of course,” I heard him reply to my question with a smile that can only reassure me. I can only stifle a sob, holding up a hand to my mouth. I can only stand there slightly, I want to fall down, I want to stop right there and just cry because someone actually cares, but that seems too abnormal, he'd think I'm weird. I'm close to sobbing, breaking down and just sitting there and crying because someone actually cared for me when I heard him speak again. ”What’s your name?” I heard him ask. I looked up, tears starting to form in my eyes however I push them aside. This is no time for crying.

"My.." This is a hard question to answer for me, nobody has asked me for my name in ages. I try to think but I end up letting out a laugh that sounds more sad than enjoyable. "My name?" Slight pause. "Nobody has bothered asking for it in years.. I don't remember what my name is." I say with a slight sigh escaping my lips. A sniffle would make a sound as I do want to cry- however he would find me weak. I don't think he cares that much to stay around for that. I try to make a smile at him, however all that can probably be seen is the surprise written all over my expression. "Thank you. For asking, for this in general." I say, while sitting down next to him slightly pushing the thermos away and taking the blanket into my lap, feeling its texture. I want to hug him, but that's a bit too straightforward. I guess I can just appreciate what he's given me for now.