Darkness is Better {Grim}

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Darkness is Better {Grim} Sept 24, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -5

Post by kap on Sept 24, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -5

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tag: grim.      // words: 392 // character: Zagreus Moon 

Sunlight. It was bright, and kind of an annoying thing, in my opinion, but I learned to deal with it. I preferred darkness, as it let me hide. Night time has always been my favorite time in the twenty-four hours we have of each earthly rotation. The lack of light made me feel more comfortable and less exposed. There aren't many people that I'm comfortable exposing myself to, emotionally or physically. I dress rather modestly, aside from going shirtless on occasion, which admittedly, doesn't happen all too often.

The brightness of the sun was what had awoken me that morning, and it made me a tad bit irritable. I should have been able to at least sleep until my wretched father decided to bang on my door to wake me up. Regardless, I rose from my bed, and did what I had to before I could leave the house, avoiding my family as much as I could that morning. I've never gotten along with them, and have always hated being around them, since they're so abusive.

I left the house without having any more of a conversation with my father than I had to. All I told him was that I was heading out, and then I slipped out the door. Heading down the street on my own, I mostly avoided people as I walked. It wasn't that I hated people knowing I was there. It was just that most people thought I was strange, so I wasn't generally the one to start the conversation with them.

Today seemed like a bit of an exception to 'not starting the conversation' after a little while. I was venturing about the District with no real motives for the day when I saw someone who appeared to be about my age, carrying a bunch of fabric. I was never one who really enjoyed sewing, but as it was the District's industry, most people in the District did it whether they enjoyed it or not, which meant I knew how to, regardless.

Deciding to have a little fun that day, I approached the boy, and hassled him a bit.

"What could a guy like you possibly need all that fabric for?" I said to him with a smirk on my face. I like teasing people, but not to the point of angering them too much. It was fun, in a way.

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Darkness is Better {Grim} Sept 24, 2016 15:26:12 GMT -5

Post by grim. on Sept 24, 2016 15:26:12 GMT -5

C A T A C O M B

    The pull of my ligaments between my shoulder blades was becoming almost too much to handle. I could feel an intense pain in my lower back as I continue to scuttle forward, my forehead beading with sweat.

    I look down to the pile of fabric burrowing between my arms grasp. Mother had asked for a rather large shipment this afternoon. I dropped off a few more of her fabulously designed gowns and was on my way back home with what felt like a hundred pounds of fabric.

    I was rather small so the fabric shimmied its way out of my grasp and wrap itself up in my feet. I could feel stares form those around me, unsure if they worried for me or simply wanted to burst out in a storm of cackles.

    This was why I rarely left home, I always seemed to embarrass myself, and yet again it was continuing to progress. I also dressed rather out of the ordinary then those from district eight, or really any district at all. My mother designed the most gorgeous Capitol clothing, and her designs influenced my fashion choices, many of which were a bit outlandish for a district eight boy.

    I had metal hanging from my nose and I enjoyed where printed button down shirts and rather exotic shoes. I sometimes colored my hair in unnatural ways, and for my age I had a hefty number of tattoos. It made the stares even more unbearable. As if I was a walking goose among a pond of swans. I was the outsider and the warm breathe of those watching me was becoming all the more agitating.

    I stop for a moment to try and re-bundle the now completely tangled fabric. But while I am so focused on trying to get my legs free I notice a very tall boy. His masculine body shape and rough chestnut hair trot toward me. I was confused on if he was looking at me or if I was mistaken.

    Either way he was rather beautiful to say the least, sort of odd for a boy from a sewing district to have such a muscular form.

    "What could a guy like you possibly need all that fabric for?" he says with a smirk, his lips twisted in the most vial of ways. Here I thought maybe he was going to try and help or possibly show me kindness in a sea that seems to be dry. But I was wrong he was simply here to laugh and poke fun, just as I had become so accustom to.

    I think about turning on him, showing him that I've had enough, but instead I stay still and I keep my gaze upon his crystal eyes. "Funny you ask, I'm just collecting supplies for the business, I may be small but I still gotta eat." I say jokingly hoping to relive any tension. The last thing I need is a sucker punch form this asshole to make my day all the merrier.

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Darkness is Better {Grim} Sept 24, 2016 22:59:49 GMT -5

Post by kap on Sept 24, 2016 22:59:49 GMT -5

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tag: grim.        // words: 390 // character: Zagreus Moon 

I've always wondered why I found teasing people to be amusing. I knew it wasn't a polite thing to do, that was for sure. Perhaps it was because my parents were never nice to me, resulting in me not always being the nicest person. When I said something to this boy, however, I did feel a bit of regret for being impolite. It did, after all, seem like he was struggling, and it didn't seem like he wanted to deal with me cracking jokes about his situation.

He told me, in what seemed like somewhat of a joking or sarcastic tone, that he was collecting supplies for business, and that he may be small, but still has to eat. I laughed a bit at his comment, as it was kind of nice to hear someone retort back at me when I made a joke about them. I'm not sure what prompted me to do so, but in that moment, I bent down, picking up some of his fabric that had fallen on the ground and handing it back to him.

"Hey, sorry for joking with you." I told him, a bit of a smirk still resting on my face. "I guess that's just how I am. I tend to mess with people sometimes." I explained to the boy.

The guy seemed to be about my age, and had an interesting style. He had tattoos and colored hair, as well as a nose ring. This made me guess that perhaps he had a bit of wealth, but I could never be certain, just guessing based on appearance. Even if someone's appearance could tell you a lot about them, it could never tell you everything, and sometimes it could even be deceiving. For example, some people look intimidating, but can't do much, and others may look weak or pathetic, but are actually able to do much more than you are capable of.

I hated when I ran into people with deceiving appearances sometimes, though, as it meant that my first instinct had been wrong, and I hated being wrong. Regardless, maybe I could get somewhere with this conversation. Then again, maybe I'd never see this guy again, and this would be our only time seeing each other on the street. For some reason, however, my mind was betting on the former, rather than the latter.