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Speak Life [Dee] Sept 5, 2016 20:28:10 GMT -5

Post by Malachor Erso D2 (Cato) on Sept 5, 2016 20:28:10 GMT -5

Anubis
Twenty-Two | Male | District Five

My eyes turn towards the sky as I scratch my scruffy facial hair pondering the many ideas running through my head. For the longest time I've wanted to open my own oil refinery. It's been a long journey trying to make it all happen, and at this moment I feel like it's a foolish idea. Only the best own them, and I'm not one of the best. But I won't give up. I have to keep trying because my mom always said nothing would be handed to me. Her and my father have always been very supportive of me, and I need them to continue, but I don't know if it's enough. A soft sigh leaves my lips as I turn my gaze towards the sun rising higher into the sky. It's going to be a beautiful day, so I might as well act on it. Plus I have a couple hours before I head to work, so maybe I can figure things out.

I push myself away from the window. I have places I need to be, but right now I need the help of the one person who sat beside me so I wouldn't have to eat alone. She gave me ideas for stuff to remove all the dirt and grime from working inside the refinery. I could use some more of it, and she told me to look for her if I needed any of it. But I also want to talk to her. I want to see if she can help me with my idea. I need all the assistant I can get. I just don't know if she'll understand. I make my way to the closet grabbing my work clothes before quickly changing into them. And I head out the door. The path is lonely, and I want someone to join me, but most are either in school or finishing up their shifts at work. Or there's some just sitting at home doing nothing. If I remember correctly, her name is Europa, and she works at the same refinery as me just part time. Unless it's changed.

My lunch box hits my side as I walk through the streets. A gentle breeze fills the air. But everywhere I turn, the streets are empty until I reach the street heading to the front door of my work. I look around realizing that I'm still early, but I still take a place sitting down at one of the tables allowing more time to pass by. And when it's time I move through the halls. My eyes dart from person to person looking for the one person I desire to speak with. But it seems impossible. There's too many people, and I'll never find her. I sigh as I turn another corner wondering which floor she works on. Maybe it's a different floor. Maybe she's off work today. I don't know. Yet I keep moving. I climb up staircases heading towards another floor. But I still have no luck.

I shrug my shoulders before heading back down to bottom floor. I sit at a table and I wait. I'm sure I'll see her soon. And as soon as I open my lunch box to get my water, I spot her sitting at a table. My mind goes blank as I make my way towards her trying to hold myself together. A smile twists across my face, and I stop just a few feet behind her. "Can I join you?" I ask quietly hoping I didn't mistake her for anther person. It's all I can do, and I feel my gaze drop for a moment before turning back to the sky. It's a wonderful day, and I hope I don't have to spend my time before work alone. And I hope she has some of that scrub stuff because I can't live without it.

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Speak Life [Dee] Sept 5, 2016 21:02:24 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 5, 2016 21:02:24 GMT -5

I never really enjoyed working at the refinery what would Storm say if he saw me and my fingernails black from something other than dirt?. We were always a ranch family, caretakers of animals, and working with this black material never suited any of us. We should have moved, I would think to myself, but the truth was District 5 was still our home. Even with the industry change, nothing could tear the Wies from our longtime home.

But we still had to make money to keep that house and that meant picking up shifts at the oil refinery. Father already worked full-time and even if he could work the extra hours, I knew it rested on my shoulders as the eldest child to make my father comfortable. The shifts felt four times longer whenever I worked a full day and lunchtime sometimes felt rather lonely, but I did have a friend at the refinery, someone I had met and actually talked to. It was harder for me to make friends, what with most everyone working full-time together, but by the graces of some higher power, I knew there was at least one person I could talk to at lunch.

Of course, we weren’t close enough to be considered good friends, but that didn’t stop me from scanning the area during the lunch break and trying to find him. I had finished the first part of the shift early so when I walked into eating area, most of the tables were empty. Guess I’ll find myself a table for now. It didn’t matter to me if I ended up eating by myself, but company was nice and his company was particularly nice. Every now and then I would look up, but the growl in my stomach was stronger than I had anticipated and I could stop myself from digging in.

It wasn’t until about a quarter into my lunch that I heard a deep, but familiar voice behind me. Turning around and trying to swallow my last bite, my eyes caught him standing just a few feet behind me, a smile on his face. I gave him a smile of my own as I said, “Of course you can.” My eyes immediately looked at his hands, remembering how our first conversation involved Mother’s scrub, and my smile softened at the memory. “Looks like you need some more of the scrub,” I said, laughing at how quickly his hands had become so dirty again. Has it really been that long since we last talked?

“Sit,” I motioned toward the spot next to me. “And I’ll give you some of that scrub. How long has it been since I gave you that last sample? It was probably too small of a sample, huh?” I didn’t know what it was about him, but I felt at ease with him, a feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was the feeling I had with my family, but especially with Storm, a connection that I knew would always be there, even if we didn’t see each other very often. He was gentle, kind, a quiet man but also with a certain life in him that I wanted to get to know better. Behind the gruffiness of his beard, behind the grime that coated his body, there was a soul that I wanted to know. And I couldn’t stop the words flowing from my mouth, as if I had my brother and best friend back and I was saying all that I had wanted to say while he was gone.

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Speak Life [Dee] Jan 29, 2017 17:04:24 GMT -5

Post by Malachor Erso D2 (Cato) on Jan 29, 2017 17:04:24 GMT -5

Anubis
Twenty-Two | Male | District Five

At first I wonder if she heard me, but soon she's turning around swallowing a bite that I realize she did. I look down at my own lunchbox, everything inside still untouched. I'll have to hurry and eat it if I want to finish in this break, but it doesn't matter because I found who I was looking for. She says I can sit with her, and the smile grows larger, and I can't help the butterflies dancing inside my stomach. I've devoted most of my life to working, and I want to do what I can to provide for myself, but who said it doesn't have to be fun? I kind of forgot about my hands until she mentions the scrub. Anything to help get the nasty grime off. I'm tired of rubbing my knuckles raw without any success. "Yeah, I could use some." I try laughing, but I'm not entirely sure how it turned out.

I take the empty seat next to her, and I place my lunchbox down on the table. "Thank you." I grab a bottle of water and take a quick swig before turning back towards her. My stomach rumbles, and I know it wants food, but I have to push that to the side for now. "Yeah, it's been a while it seems." I answer as I remove my own sandwich from inside. I don't know exactly how much time remains, but I want to get a bite to eat otherwise making it through the next few hours will be rough. "It worked wonderfully, though." I say between bites. "It didn't leave my knuckles raw and bloody and still black when it's all finished."

Having someone to talk to makes this place easier. I don't have much to worry about anymore, and this is enough. Having a friend makes lunch easier instead of sitting alone. It doesn't really matter, but this is a nice change. Maybe I should've talked to her more after the first time. Maybe I should've tried to find her. I don't know. Once I finish my sandwich, I stuff the trash back in the box. "So, how have you been?" I ask with a slight grin. "hopefully not too bad?"

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Speak Life [Dee] May 20, 2017 16:11:31 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on May 20, 2017 16:11:31 GMT -5

His laugh came as more of a harmonious deep chuckle and I couldn’t help but smile at the pleasant sound. He was a quiet man, very shy by nature, but when he opened up, it surprised me by how much I was drawn to him. Friendships no longer came easily to me but with Anubis, it felt like we had been friends for a very long time. A part of me was glad that we hadn’t known each other for that long would he have turned away from me like the others, unknown how to be in the presence of grief?, and another part of me wondered if we would have been fast friends regardless of the circumstances.

He took his seat next to me while I contemplated, only his words drawing me back to reality. I was getting better at not getting lost in my thoughts, but after having used it as a coping mechanism for so long first Storm, then Sundra, then Tanner, it started to become a habit, one that I knew I had to break. His compliments on my mother’s scrub turned my smile into a grin because my mother had not failed yet. “My mother would be happy to hear that. She loves being able to help out.” It was always in her nature.

Perhaps that was why my mother had taken the Games so hard; her inability to help my brother and sister—though they had done pretty well considering—had made her feel useless to the point that I was certain she had blamed herself for their deaths. Her road to recovery had been long, but the scrub was working wonders with her mind as she started to help the community once again. I reached into my bag to pull out another sample-sized scrub—always ready for anyone who looked like they needed it—and placed it in front of him before giving him a rueful smile. “Here’s some more, though I don’t think it’ll be enough.” It seemed wrong to leave him with such a small sample when he had been good company to me, but it was all I had to give for him at the moment.

“I’ve been well. Still have to pick up shifts at the refinery so I’m not living the life,” my eyes wandered into a memory of all four of us running on the grass after having brought the horses in for the night. My eyes snapped back to the present day as I gave my companion a smile. “But I’m not complaining.” My lunch was already finished, back when I had been lost in a train of thought, but I wasn’t ready to go back to the floor just yet. “If you want a larger bottle than that, you can come by my house after shift to pick it up.” I stumbled over my next words, wondering if I had been too forward. “That is, if you want to. It’s a bit out of the way, but considering how little I see you,” and my voice trailed off. Smooth going, Europa.

I composed myself before turning the conversation in a different direction. “And what about you? You look like you have something on the tip of your tongue,” I joked, his ever quiet nature still permeating the air.

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