Don't Go Breakin' My Heart [Venn/Aviana]

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Don't Go Breakin' My Heart [Venn/Aviana] Nov 26, 2017 16:53:35 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Nov 26, 2017 16:53:35 GMT -5

- v e n n - m ö l l e r -

Wickedness in his veins as he approaches the place of quietness with flowers that bloom a beauty.

A rat in a field of beauty, but all he could see was the wickedness that he could commit. A lighter in his hands with a cigarette on his lips. A stolen pack of cigarettes in his pocket like a weight of the wickedness in him. There's no cage to keep him locked up from the wickedness in his heart. An open field with no one watching, he could set it aflame for fun. He could destroy the things that tear him up on the inside. A puff of smoke leaves his lips as he pulls out a paper from his pocket that had been some paper. Lowering his hand below the paper as the snap of a lighter in his hand lights the paper on fire. It catches and glows an orange, until it gets close to his hands.

He drops it to the ground where it burns a bit of grass and some flowers as it shrivels up into nothing. The wickedness deep down glowing in the flames that burn in front of him, he stomps at it which only lets the flames grow slightly more. Shrugging his shoulders, he throws in more things that he had brought. Useless things that had no meaning to him, but to others that he had stole from. Evidence that was to be burned and never seen of again. It wasn't like anyone was gonna want them back anyways. The flames grow with every second, until he stops and takes another puff of his cigarette.

Wickedness all alone with no heart to continue beating. Nerves never appear in his skin, he's calm like he always is. There's no fear of being caught. That's what he wants. He wants to be caught for the sins that he commits. Chances are they'll send him in the big cage where children play a game of blood and violence. Another puff of smoke as he leans on a tree watching the fire grow with items that he's stolen from all over District Nine.

The wicked live alone like a hawk circling for it's prey.

He needed no one else, but the prey.

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Don't Go Breakin' My Heart [Venn/Aviana] Nov 26, 2017 17:57:31 GMT -5

Post by Meghan on Nov 26, 2017 17:57:31 GMT -5

- a v i a n a - h a w k -

"Aviana, use your brain!" "Miss Hawk, can't you remember the basics?" "Avi Avi - they should call you naivi." Once again they think me dumb. I couldn't remember the industry of district three in class today. How am I expected to know it's technology? We don't have much in the way of that high-techno stuff in our district. We don't have much of anything, really. I ain't familiar with such nonsense. As if taking care of a large family and worrying about the games doesn't take up enough of my brains. That just ain't me, you know? That just ain't me. Yet... their words sting like bees, and I ain't got a boy to suck out the venom from my wrist. I'm all alone now, walking home from class, and I ain't got a soul to comfort me.

I can't see the family yet. Not like this. I left my friends at the outskirts of school, claiming I had to run an errand, but that's a right old lie. I feel bad for lying to them, but I'm not brave. I don't want them to see me like this, all soul-quenched and frozen. The icy words of my peers, of my teacher even, were enough to drench my insides with a feeling I can't shake. Dread, despair, hurt. I can't be the bubbles they expect when the water ain't boiling. And I never show the family this side of me. They want sunshine and sparkles, not rain and sludge.

I follow the path to my home, but turn west before I reach my door. There's a flower field not far off. It's not much. Small really, almost forgotten, but it's the only solace I have. Nobody has ever bothered me here, and it's a great place to unleash the storm so the rainbow can rise. With shifty feet, I sail towards it and get ready for the downpour. I'm almost there, my eyes already bubbled over with tears and my face contorted in embarrassment, when movement catches my eye.

Up ahead is someone only vaguely familiar. I couldn't even say his name, we've never talked. All I know is that he goes to my school and lives in my area. We sometimes walk home at the same time, but he ain't of my crowd. My crowd giggles and gossips and generally gallivants around. Him? Well, I haven't seen him gallivanting.

I stop in my tracks, observing him. The rain has started to fall from the orbs of my eyes, but it's only an afterthought. His appearance, intrusion really, into my little sanctuary is enough to knock the words right out of my head. How did he find this place? It's hidden and quiet, and I've never seen another living soul here.

I can't tell what he's doing at first. He's silhouetted against the setting sun, and sunshine fleas the horizon like it can sense my dreary soul. I consider saying something, to knock him out of his hazy standstill, but it don't seem like the right time. I am an intruder as much as he is an intrusion. Instead, I wipe the river from my tinged cheeks and hope to ripred he doesn't catch me sniffling. I ain't a site for sore eyes, I ain't looking good right now and my, oh my, he's dreadfully handsome, even from the back.

I watch him for another minute, wondering, when it happens. He drops the thing he's holding - a cigarette, I see now, and stomps it into my pretty flowers. I can't believe my eyes, for this is my sanctuary and he is defiling it with flame. Yet as soon as the embered serpent slithers across daisies already dying from the cold, the light goes out and what's left is only gray. Not so bad, I suppose, but I'm not sure what brought him to this little patch of land. Dreams or dread?

I watch him for what feels like eternity, and then, when I am sure my face is good and pale and the tears dried up, I give the tiniest little cough. So quiet, you could almost mistake it for a whisper in the wind.

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Don't Go Breakin' My Heart [Venn/Aviana] Nov 30, 2017 20:12:16 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Nov 30, 2017 20:12:16 GMT -5

- v e n n - m ö l l e r -

Pretty, colorful flowers change to gray with the orange flames that rise towards the sky. Everything goes gray in the end. All of them were flames just waiting to burn out into ash.

Wickedness and a want to be like them. A want to be bad like the kids that he watched kill one another. Each moment feels like it was lie under his skin as the smell of burnt dreams wafting into his nostril. Everything was burning around him. His family. His life. The arguments have gotten to a point of breaking plates tossed at heads. Screams that echo across the skull with a sound that never leaves. Falling. Venn's been falling for years, but he's drowning under it all. Escape is what he found in the end. Avoiding his time spent at home before his parents figure out how to take their anger out on him over each other. Only a matter of time before he gets hunted down and told that he needed to be the kind kid that his mother believed him to be.

That son was dead long ago.

A son with a desire to be a killer like the rest of the children on the screens that he's stayed up watching. A roll of the eyes as he lights up another cigarette upon his tongue. The relief of it soaking in his lungs and the smoke coming out of his lips like it may end up being good for once. Then a small cough reaches his ears as he turns around quicker than he except, guard up just in case it was a Peacekeeper coming to take him away to somewhere where things could be better. Disappointment is what comes across his face first as he is met with a girl.

Dark hair and bright eyes that makes him lean further onto his leg to look cool or something of the sort. Venn wasn't too sure if it would work anyways, but he pulls the cigarette that he just started smoking to his lips. Raising an eyebrow at her like she was nothing more than a pest in his presence, but that's not what she was. Instead she was bringing something interesting. Something to do other than brood about his parents and dream of escaping District Nine with it's annoying people.

Definitely not his type of girl though. Too many giggles and gossiping words about anyone and everyone. Not the smartest girl in his school, that was for sure. Easy prey is what he was looking for. All of that disappeared as he lets out a puff of smoke that rises int he air to a place that he can't ever touch. The sky that moves above him. Crows that take off with black wings that flap with strength. Words seem to come from his throat finally.

"What do you want?"

A hand brushing back his hair as looks to her with a glare. Arms were crossed in annoyance because all he wants is to not be bothered by some dumb pretty girl that thought she was better than others. At least, that's what he assumed of her. Pretty girl who gossiped about how hot some guy was or wasn't. A little mix of some rumor about a girl that did something or another with a trashy guy like himself. She wasn't someone he wanted to be around. Especially when he was smoking a cigarette and avoiding home.

"You better get out of here before you regret it."

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