Blaine Mar Rafmagns / DISTRICT THREE / DONE
Oct 13, 2018 19:00:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2018 19:00:10 GMT -5
He can still taste the salt in the air through the pollution that permeates the crowded alleyways. He can even fell the breeze rustling through his clothes. It's of a place that will haunt him forever. Blaine navigates his way through the sea of people as the sensory triggers back memories he would instead remain hidden under the smog and engine roars. Memories that he would rather stay buried in the sand with those he wishes were actually there. Blaine shakes his head hoping to rid himself of these feelings as he follows the current of people, swiping some bread along the way. His favorite thing living in District Three is that it is easy to get overlooked; one can effortlessly become blend into the sea, and no one bothers to discern the faces. It is easy for him to hide from the world because of this and hide from himself.
The taste of salt lingers in his mouth, mixing with the rust from the abandoned factory equipment. The building he walks into hasn't been emptied, it is just that it was no longer viable to justify the maintenance, and it's cheaper to move to an already existing building than to get new machines. Now it is an unofficial shelter for those like him, who have no place of their own to call home. It is easy to not stay in one place either; he just follows the undercurrent from hostel to hostel never making friends along the way. It's easier this way, having no connections to hold him down. No one ever said that this life would be so silent and lonely, but the silence has become his companion.
His lean legs carry him over the people who have already claimed their spot in the factory, making his way down to the shower area where the workers used to wash, hoping to clean himself of his past. This old factory isn’t as crowded as some of the others are, but there is still little space left for those who want their solitude. It’s nice to have some company now and then though, nice to know that he isn’t entirely alone, Privacy in the shower is always appreciated, however. Luckily the shower room is empty, and he looks at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes stare back at him, full of pain and dull from the abandonment of his past as they hide under two dark, heavy brows. His hair tousled and curly from a day's hard work in the factory and his beard scruffy. The dark features of his face are contrasted against his light skin, and full pink lips, accentuating the richness of the color of his hair. It doesn't help that there is little sunlight that penetrates the heavy smog of the district.
He cleans off the grime of this lean body, which gained some muscle from the time he spent outside of the Districts, which proves useful in the factories. Under the warm spray of the water, Blaine wraps his hands around the back of his long neck, interlocking his fingers together, remembering the way he used to be before he spent time outside of the Districts. He was a kind, open and friendly kid, always willing to help those around him. Blaine enjoyed splashing in the water with his friends as his parents watched from the beach, they used to be a happy family. His parents were loving, always taking care of Blaine and ensuring he had the best that they could afford. They truly loved him and made Blaine feel like he could tackle the world.
But they always enjoyed a reality that was not one of this world. Blaine's parents enjoyed substances that took them to worlds unknown, and they were hooked on it. They did their best to hide of Blaine, and for a while, it worked, he was unaware of the effects it was starting to have on them, their need growing stronger and stronger. They became dependent on morphling to get them to the other place that they needed to be in for so long. They would instead have been anywhere other than here, they basically forgot about Blaine. When Blaine was born, he was their pride and joy, but as they become more addicted to the liquid shooting through the needle, they noticed him less and less. Blaine doesn't know when it started or where they even got the morphling to begin with, but he saw the effects that it had on them.
They became distant and cold, and the source of Blaine's warmth was gone. He tried everything he can to get this back, to get the life he used to know. As he found more and more needles, he became colder and angrier. What was the point of going to a land that was all their own? What were they trying to escape, to run away from? Were they trying to run from the responsibilities of raising Blaine? That's how it felt like to Blaine, that they were ignoring him and everything that they meant to him. They were his world, he loved them with everything he had, and yet they just ignored him, chasing the world that was hidden in the liquid from the needle.
He tried to help, he never meant to them. He just wanted to get his parents back when he told the Peacekeepers, they played with him in the sand he never thought that they would take his parents away. He was told that they would be in the Capitol to "get helped." He found out that they weren't getting help though, not really. He found out that they were being turned in Avoxes, servants with their tongues cut out. He was never going to see them again, and it was all his fault. He lost trust in everyone and became angry with the world, not knowing what was actually right anymore. Before he was taken to the Community Home, Blaine knew he had to run. He needed to escape his past, his actions, he needed to run from himself. He knew that if he ran to another District, Blaine would be able to avoid everything that had happened to him, and everything that he had done.
That is how he ended up in the abandoned factory shower, with the other vagrants and displaced of Three. Being in this place for a few years has taught him to be self-sufficient, conscientious, and unyielding in his resolve. This causes him to come across as aloof, indignant and reserved, but he knows what it takes to survive in Panem. He reminds himself of this fact as he finishes with his shower and freshens up, wondering what new challenges approaches him as he moves forward with this life, acknowledging the fact that nowhere is safe, even in the sea of faces of District Three.
The taste of salt lingers in his mouth, mixing with the rust from the abandoned factory equipment. The building he walks into hasn't been emptied, it is just that it was no longer viable to justify the maintenance, and it's cheaper to move to an already existing building than to get new machines. Now it is an unofficial shelter for those like him, who have no place of their own to call home. It is easy to not stay in one place either; he just follows the undercurrent from hostel to hostel never making friends along the way. It's easier this way, having no connections to hold him down. No one ever said that this life would be so silent and lonely, but the silence has become his companion.
His lean legs carry him over the people who have already claimed their spot in the factory, making his way down to the shower area where the workers used to wash, hoping to clean himself of his past. This old factory isn’t as crowded as some of the others are, but there is still little space left for those who want their solitude. It’s nice to have some company now and then though, nice to know that he isn’t entirely alone, Privacy in the shower is always appreciated, however. Luckily the shower room is empty, and he looks at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes stare back at him, full of pain and dull from the abandonment of his past as they hide under two dark, heavy brows. His hair tousled and curly from a day's hard work in the factory and his beard scruffy. The dark features of his face are contrasted against his light skin, and full pink lips, accentuating the richness of the color of his hair. It doesn't help that there is little sunlight that penetrates the heavy smog of the district.
He cleans off the grime of this lean body, which gained some muscle from the time he spent outside of the Districts, which proves useful in the factories. Under the warm spray of the water, Blaine wraps his hands around the back of his long neck, interlocking his fingers together, remembering the way he used to be before he spent time outside of the Districts. He was a kind, open and friendly kid, always willing to help those around him. Blaine enjoyed splashing in the water with his friends as his parents watched from the beach, they used to be a happy family. His parents were loving, always taking care of Blaine and ensuring he had the best that they could afford. They truly loved him and made Blaine feel like he could tackle the world.
But they always enjoyed a reality that was not one of this world. Blaine's parents enjoyed substances that took them to worlds unknown, and they were hooked on it. They did their best to hide of Blaine, and for a while, it worked, he was unaware of the effects it was starting to have on them, their need growing stronger and stronger. They became dependent on morphling to get them to the other place that they needed to be in for so long. They would instead have been anywhere other than here, they basically forgot about Blaine. When Blaine was born, he was their pride and joy, but as they become more addicted to the liquid shooting through the needle, they noticed him less and less. Blaine doesn't know when it started or where they even got the morphling to begin with, but he saw the effects that it had on them.
They became distant and cold, and the source of Blaine's warmth was gone. He tried everything he can to get this back, to get the life he used to know. As he found more and more needles, he became colder and angrier. What was the point of going to a land that was all their own? What were they trying to escape, to run away from? Were they trying to run from the responsibilities of raising Blaine? That's how it felt like to Blaine, that they were ignoring him and everything that they meant to him. They were his world, he loved them with everything he had, and yet they just ignored him, chasing the world that was hidden in the liquid from the needle.
He tried to help, he never meant to them. He just wanted to get his parents back when he told the Peacekeepers, they played with him in the sand he never thought that they would take his parents away. He was told that they would be in the Capitol to "get helped." He found out that they weren't getting help though, not really. He found out that they were being turned in Avoxes, servants with their tongues cut out. He was never going to see them again, and it was all his fault. He lost trust in everyone and became angry with the world, not knowing what was actually right anymore. Before he was taken to the Community Home, Blaine knew he had to run. He needed to escape his past, his actions, he needed to run from himself. He knew that if he ran to another District, Blaine would be able to avoid everything that had happened to him, and everything that he had done.
That is how he ended up in the abandoned factory shower, with the other vagrants and displaced of Three. Being in this place for a few years has taught him to be self-sufficient, conscientious, and unyielding in his resolve. This causes him to come across as aloof, indignant and reserved, but he knows what it takes to survive in Panem. He reminds himself of this fact as he finishes with his shower and freshens up, wondering what new challenges approaches him as he moves forward with this life, acknowledging the fact that nowhere is safe, even in the sea of faces of District Three.
