Cheap Thrills (emsrocks)

Cheap Thrills (emsrocks) Dec 23, 2017 23:25:07 GMT -5

Post by ryan on Dec 23, 2017 23:25:07 GMT -5

up with it gurl
rock with it gurl
come on come on
turn the radio on, its friday night and it wont be long

With the passing of the games, things got slightly easier here in six. I didn’t think about it much though because nothing would ever change for me. I would still be the same old Caesi Stront. One day I would hope that I could turn that T into a G but seeing as I knew myself way too much, I felt like I would never grow out of this. I was still the same awkward person that I would ever be, trying to wade through life as meekly as possible.

It did get better though. A bit. I felt like people started to trust me just a little more, which I didn’t know how to react too because people always told me that I would be nothing more than an assistant. I would never learn to do more then make basic medicine. I would never be able to really heal someone because I would never know enough. I would never be enough.

However, I think it was because of the games that people were starting to become just a bit more lenient. Watching two of our own go into the arena and not coming out was hard, but watching Ansel go in with such a strong conviction to not come home a victor was harder. The only reason I was even watching was because of Rubi, who wanted to see what it was like to watch the full games. We worked hard to keep him from that reality, but sadly, he was going to be eligible next reaping, and while we didn’t need to take any extra things from the capitol, there was still a chance for him to be reaped.

It was probably right to let him see what it was like for the people that were.

I prayed that he would never be reaped, but, I knew not to count my eggs before they hatched. Anything could happen.

Thinking about Rubi and his birthday made me think about my own birthday, and how it was actually today. Everyone was off doing their own thing though, which I didn’t mind because that meant I got to have a weird lazy day to myself. I found one of the cake recipes that my mom used to make for our birthdays before our dad died and was able to gather most of the materials. Being in a family of medics, scientists, doctors, and the such meant that it wasn’t too hard to come across. Of course, it did cost a pretty penny, but we were well off enough that even the money I brought in was enough to cover it.

I had never made a cake though before.

So I followed the recipe, flour, water, vanilla, eggs, cocoa powder, yeast, and a little milk. I followed it to the T, and it actually came out pretty good if I do say so myself.

So good that I brought a couple slices to the college to eat it after my class today.

I sat in the area outside of the college, pulling some reading material close while pulling at the wrap around one of the pieces of cake I brought with me. I took a bite of it, humming a tune of Happy Birthday to myself while catching up on some of the new techniques they wanted some of us to learn while making medicine.

I should have done this a while again, but that was me, Caesi Stront, never punctual.

gotta do my hair, put my make up on
Its Friday night and it wont be long
till I hit the dance floor, hit the dance floor I got all I need
No I aint got cash, but I got you baby

Cheap Thrills (emsrocks) Dec 26, 2017 22:15:31 GMT -5

Post by knuckles on Dec 26, 2017 22:15:31 GMT -5

should've stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
we saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
there are things that we can have, but can't keep

Life was hard, yet Zeke worked as much as he could. Constantly learning and growing and doing what he could to make sure his skills stayed up to date. It was important. Many lives were placed at his hand on a daily basis, and one mistake could end up killing someone.

That was the last thing on his mind.

But sometimes it happened. Sometimes the greatest doctors of all failed to save a life, yet they gave it all they had. Afterwards in the rooms, everyone discussed what could've gone better. It was amazing how little things may have made a difference when nobody thought of them.

Ezekiel wanted to learn. He wanted to grow, and this was the only way he could.

His will to learn led him to the college today. Someone at the hospital mentioned continuing education hours, and Zeke jumped for the chance. It was simple cardiology, but it was important.

Knowing the signs and symptoms of a myocardial infarction was a huge priority especially since everyone presented differently.

Zeke grabbed the folder in his hands before making his way through the college grounds. It was here he studied. It was here he learned how to help people to the best of his ability. It was here he would continue to learn.

The day he stopped learning was the day he would leave the medical field forever.

Yet he remained alone because he didn't care what others thought. It was him against the world, and those on the other side would never understand the decisions he had to make.

Shoulders slouched forward, heavy feet trudging across the ground. Sometimes the weight of the world weighed him down.

Dark eyes darted back and forth from table to table. A half full lunch box swung back and forth. Every seat was taken. Every table had someone sitting at it, and that was the last thing he needed. It gave him the chance to eat alone so nobody would question him.

A heavy sigh left his chest as his head dropped forward.

The only place open was next to a girl that was reading some books. It was the only option unless he wanted to eat on the ground, but Zeke didn't feel like doing that. It wasn't the greatest of weather, yet he would do whatever he had to do.

Carefully he trudged towards her pleading for a table to open, but his wishes was only a dream. Placing both hands on the lunch box, he stopped just shy of her;

"Uh, is it okay if I sit here?" He paused, eyes dropping lower than before, "I'll leave as soon as I finish eating."

Table by Calla <3