won't see me fall :: victor/waynoka {amybri2002}
Feb 1, 2016 15:04:01 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Feb 1, 2016 15:04:01 GMT -5
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I've never really got used to having a name that boy's nearly always have. It's pretty much the reason why that I always introduce myself as Victoria, despite my family knowing me by nothing other than Vic. If I had a choice in this matter, I would have changed it months ago, but if I did that, Grandfather would have changed it right back again, to something disgusting like Slut. So here I stay, struggling with it. It's a name that is sustained by pressure. That I need to live up into my name, and become a victor of the games. The odds are pretty much impossible that I'll get reaped, and then winning makes the odds thinner than even that.
And, pulling on a coat, it's definitely cold outside, the wind just bitter, I step out of the door, and greeted with nothing but the smog, steaming up inside the cold morning. It wasn't really necessary to be heading out, but I was hoping to find some kind of book that I could read, now that the end of the month had come. The factory I worked at, mostly to do with making small computer parts, and soldering them onto the boards, paid out at the end of the month, and finally, I had some extra money to spend. And yet, it was barely enough to buy enough food for a week, and just enough for me to buy just a tiny book, about computer coding. Something that is just, at the moment, a reach too far, even for my family to afford.
And yet, in my pocket, I had a rustle of paper, and I saw this board, similar to something that I solder at work. And it was only $2, a mistaken soldered component ruining the price down from at least $10. Some black-market dealer trying to make a profit off a mistake, and hoping that some fool would buy it not realising the mistake. Lucky I did, because I wanted a new project to work on, something different, and this was a lucky break.
Approaching the vendor, I point at the circuit, "Could I get that please?" Placing the two notes onto the table, he smiled, and pushed it towards me, "Go ahead, dear." I shove it inside my pocket with a smile, and turn away, the book tucked tightly into the crook of my right arm. I turn back, to walk home, just so I can look through the book properly, it's secrets holding information of a future that I wanted to do. Coding a computer is something that normally only rich Capitol kids got to do. And, obviously, I was inside my own thoughts.
I take note of my surroundings, much, much closer to home, and my foot lands on an iced over puddle. I jerk forwards, and hit the floor, harder than I thought is safe. "Oh for Ripred's sake! Can I not even walk goddamn home?!" And how the hell does anyone think that I can be a victor?
victor ♕ fodder
I've never really got used to having a name that boy's nearly always have. It's pretty much the reason why that I always introduce myself as Victoria, despite my family knowing me by nothing other than Vic. If I had a choice in this matter, I would have changed it months ago, but if I did that, Grandfather would have changed it right back again, to something disgusting like Slut. So here I stay, struggling with it. It's a name that is sustained by pressure. That I need to live up into my name, and become a victor of the games. The odds are pretty much impossible that I'll get reaped, and then winning makes the odds thinner than even that.
And, pulling on a coat, it's definitely cold outside, the wind just bitter, I step out of the door, and greeted with nothing but the smog, steaming up inside the cold morning. It wasn't really necessary to be heading out, but I was hoping to find some kind of book that I could read, now that the end of the month had come. The factory I worked at, mostly to do with making small computer parts, and soldering them onto the boards, paid out at the end of the month, and finally, I had some extra money to spend. And yet, it was barely enough to buy enough food for a week, and just enough for me to buy just a tiny book, about computer coding. Something that is just, at the moment, a reach too far, even for my family to afford.
And yet, in my pocket, I had a rustle of paper, and I saw this board, similar to something that I solder at work. And it was only $2, a mistaken soldered component ruining the price down from at least $10. Some black-market dealer trying to make a profit off a mistake, and hoping that some fool would buy it not realising the mistake. Lucky I did, because I wanted a new project to work on, something different, and this was a lucky break.
Approaching the vendor, I point at the circuit, "Could I get that please?" Placing the two notes onto the table, he smiled, and pushed it towards me, "Go ahead, dear." I shove it inside my pocket with a smile, and turn away, the book tucked tightly into the crook of my right arm. I turn back, to walk home, just so I can look through the book properly, it's secrets holding information of a future that I wanted to do. Coding a computer is something that normally only rich Capitol kids got to do. And, obviously, I was inside my own thoughts.
I take note of my surroundings, much, much closer to home, and my foot lands on an iced over puddle. I jerk forwards, and hit the floor, harder than I thought is safe. "Oh for Ripred's sake! Can I not even walk goddamn home?!" And how the hell does anyone think that I can be a victor?
wc: five hundred and four
V . F .
