painter on the balcony.— [stella/hermes]
Jan 5, 2022 4:56:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2022 4:56:30 GMT -5
H E R M E S B E C K
The stupid show I was planning on making money off of was taking too long to start, let alone actually pay off. I still had to help my parents with money. Ma was still sick, it was getting harder and harder for Pa to keep up in the mines. And this winter seem colder than previous ones had. Maybe it just felt like that every year. I wasn't sure. I just knew that we needed to do something.
Ma still tried to act like she was fine, but it was obvious she wasn't. With how hard this winter had been and how fast she's been going downhill, I was starting to question if I even had time to wait for that stupid show. She needed to see a doctor soon - a good one. She needed a warmer house, a fuller stomach. We needed money soon. So, I decided to do something drastic.
The richest person I can think of is probably Stella Blakesley. She's a traitor - they're all traitors, letting themselves be Capitol puppets after they win. But she has money. She's even married to one of them. How much more traitorous can you get? Yeah I'll appear on a shitty reality TV show for them. But she sold her soul to the devil. At least I might get a slice of the profits if this goes well.
My plan was simple, break in, steal shit. Cash was my main goal, but anything easy to carry and shiny was mine for the taking too. If it was something that would be too suspicious to sell in Twelve, I know that Bear knows some guys. I hate that he does that shady work as it is, but this time it would be worth it. I just had to make sure I didn't get caught before then.
It was late and the house seemed quiet. The Peacekeepers weren't in the area currently on their patrol. I hoped that maybe she wasn't even here, that she was off lazing around in the Capitol. I tried the doors first, locked. I could pick the lock, but she probably had good locks installed. Plus it might take too much time and the Peacekeepers could head back this way. Next I tried the downstairs windows, but those weren't an option either.
The way I saw it, I had one solution - the balcony.
Yes, she had a big balcony in her house. What did she think she was a princess or something? I'd love to see the look on her princess face when she sees all her shit is gone. Luckily for me, I was somewhat prepared. You don't decide to rob a Victors house on a whim. I had been looking at her house for a couple days, just casual walks with my little sister, taking mental notes. It looked high up, but at this point I just had to try. I wasn't going to waste my own time by not even trying.
I got the rope out of my backpack and tied it to resemble a noose or a lasso. Here goes nothing. It took me a few tries to get it to hook onto the railing. Once it did I yanked on it a few times to make sure I wouldn't fall halfway through. And that's when I started going up.
I used the rope and the wall to climb up, after the halfway point I got a second wind. I just had to remind myself I was almost there. That I didn't expend all of this time and energy for nothing. Ma was counting on me, even if she didn't know it. I was going to get her to a doctor before the end of the winter.
And eventually I got to the top.
And up there? Stella Blakesley was waiting for me, painting in her studio.
Fuck.
Ma still tried to act like she was fine, but it was obvious she wasn't. With how hard this winter had been and how fast she's been going downhill, I was starting to question if I even had time to wait for that stupid show. She needed to see a doctor soon - a good one. She needed a warmer house, a fuller stomach. We needed money soon. So, I decided to do something drastic.
The richest person I can think of is probably Stella Blakesley. She's a traitor - they're all traitors, letting themselves be Capitol puppets after they win. But she has money. She's even married to one of them. How much more traitorous can you get? Yeah I'll appear on a shitty reality TV show for them. But she sold her soul to the devil. At least I might get a slice of the profits if this goes well.
My plan was simple, break in, steal shit. Cash was my main goal, but anything easy to carry and shiny was mine for the taking too. If it was something that would be too suspicious to sell in Twelve, I know that Bear knows some guys. I hate that he does that shady work as it is, but this time it would be worth it. I just had to make sure I didn't get caught before then.
It was late and the house seemed quiet. The Peacekeepers weren't in the area currently on their patrol. I hoped that maybe she wasn't even here, that she was off lazing around in the Capitol. I tried the doors first, locked. I could pick the lock, but she probably had good locks installed. Plus it might take too much time and the Peacekeepers could head back this way. Next I tried the downstairs windows, but those weren't an option either.
The way I saw it, I had one solution - the balcony.
Yes, she had a big balcony in her house. What did she think she was a princess or something? I'd love to see the look on her princess face when she sees all her shit is gone. Luckily for me, I was somewhat prepared. You don't decide to rob a Victors house on a whim. I had been looking at her house for a couple days, just casual walks with my little sister, taking mental notes. It looked high up, but at this point I just had to try. I wasn't going to waste my own time by not even trying.
I got the rope out of my backpack and tied it to resemble a noose or a lasso. Here goes nothing. It took me a few tries to get it to hook onto the railing. Once it did I yanked on it a few times to make sure I wouldn't fall halfway through. And that's when I started going up.
I used the rope and the wall to climb up, after the halfway point I got a second wind. I just had to remind myself I was almost there. That I didn't expend all of this time and energy for nothing. Ma was counting on me, even if she didn't know it. I was going to get her to a doctor before the end of the winter.
And eventually I got to the top.
And up there? Stella Blakesley was waiting for me, painting in her studio.
Fuck.
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