Obsession (Semper)
Oct 10, 2010 11:13:43 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Oct 10, 2010 11:13:43 GMT -5
Phoenix Medona
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“I want you to love me…
I want you to hear my confession
I want to be your obsession…”
Phoenix darted through the brush, her feet touching it lightly. No noise came from her gait, nothing rustled beneath her feet as she peered from the back of a log to see if people were lurking around in a nonchalant way. Of course, she wasn’t the only one who favored the silence of the forest, the dusky morning that drew breaths and made the warm fog engulf her in somewhat of a sweater.
Even though she wasn’t wearing one. She was wearing the only clothes that properly fit her. A black button up top, a pair of faded red cords. Her too-small oil leather shoes had been abandoned, as usual, in the tent, next to the pasteboard that served as a door. Her Mother had deemed this normal for Phoenix, and had went on with her normal ramblings, screaming at the middling children as they walked by, new or slightly used shoes, and all.
Not that Phoenix was jealous. Who could be envious of a few children who had a sibling, a house, and more clothes than Phoenix and her seven siblings put together? She tried to retain the secret curb, but she sometimes thought through the process of it all, making her feel guilty and heading back into the woods, camouflaged by the leaves she wove ever-so-tightly, perfectly mimicking the elusive woods. Well, the quarter of a mile that lead up to the fence.
She had always wondered why they didn’t stop at the woods, and she was told that each district had to have a minimum requirement of land. And, because most of the district was built in layers, one level after another, there wasn’t much need for the space. So they extended through the woods, hoping some district six dweller could find some comfortable shade or a nice hiding spot for hide and seek. Either way, Phoenix enjoyed the woods, but there was another reason: blending.
Not just into the shadows, either. It was more of a watching thing. She would pluck a dried apple from the tree by the tent, stick a piece of tessare ration bread in her bag, then take off into the woods, inexpensive binoculars hanging around her neck like an oversized necklace.
Then, she would take off to watch.
Who? Bear. Bear Keeni. The dark haired eighteen year old who’s startling dark brown eyes made her blue ones light up. She would lean against the ground, watching for any signs of anything. She pondered this for a second, twirling her brown hair around her finger. She leaned towards the inside of the log, pulling out a paper bag with something in it. This time it was a blown glass bottle, filled with what she was sure was spirits. She removed the paper bag, then flattened it out, pulling a stub of a pencil from her almost-threadbare pockets.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the paper bag was white, instead of brown. This gave the impression of real paper instead of gristly paper bags. The children who gave her two pennies for a drawing would pay more for it. She laid the paper bag on her lap and started to draw. She drew words, then made the words look eerie. “So here’s my confession… this time… this time…” The words leaked onto the page. She finally finished the drawing, it was lines.
Lines that weaved into another, creating a human profile. Bears. But, nobody else would know this. She had subconsciously drew the person she stalked. Phoenix continued to finish the drawing, adding a flourish over the corner. She carefully took a rock, cut it out and tucked it into her bag. It was a ritual for her, just like anything else.
Leaning on the log, she engraved her initials into the soft wood. Now, they knew she was thankful for the bag. She then pulled the binoculars from her neck and leaned against the log. It showed the profile of trees, and a human.
Was it bear? It was a bit far off to see. She pulled the apple from her bag and chewed on it for a second. Yes, she was positive it was him. She watched the smallest movements, the blink and mentally recorded it.
Oh, he had such a graceful blink. Both lids came down at the exact same time. Eyelashes fluttered in the process. She was acutely aware of each breath. She knew his routine; she knew pretty much anything.
Well, she was oblivious to the fact he was a cannibal, but still.
She just watched.
Even though she wasn’t wearing one. She was wearing the only clothes that properly fit her. A black button up top, a pair of faded red cords. Her too-small oil leather shoes had been abandoned, as usual, in the tent, next to the pasteboard that served as a door. Her Mother had deemed this normal for Phoenix, and had went on with her normal ramblings, screaming at the middling children as they walked by, new or slightly used shoes, and all.
Not that Phoenix was jealous. Who could be envious of a few children who had a sibling, a house, and more clothes than Phoenix and her seven siblings put together? She tried to retain the secret curb, but she sometimes thought through the process of it all, making her feel guilty and heading back into the woods, camouflaged by the leaves she wove ever-so-tightly, perfectly mimicking the elusive woods. Well, the quarter of a mile that lead up to the fence.
She had always wondered why they didn’t stop at the woods, and she was told that each district had to have a minimum requirement of land. And, because most of the district was built in layers, one level after another, there wasn’t much need for the space. So they extended through the woods, hoping some district six dweller could find some comfortable shade or a nice hiding spot for hide and seek. Either way, Phoenix enjoyed the woods, but there was another reason: blending.
Not just into the shadows, either. It was more of a watching thing. She would pluck a dried apple from the tree by the tent, stick a piece of tessare ration bread in her bag, then take off into the woods, inexpensive binoculars hanging around her neck like an oversized necklace.
Then, she would take off to watch.
Who? Bear. Bear Keeni. The dark haired eighteen year old who’s startling dark brown eyes made her blue ones light up. She would lean against the ground, watching for any signs of anything. She pondered this for a second, twirling her brown hair around her finger. She leaned towards the inside of the log, pulling out a paper bag with something in it. This time it was a blown glass bottle, filled with what she was sure was spirits. She removed the paper bag, then flattened it out, pulling a stub of a pencil from her almost-threadbare pockets.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the paper bag was white, instead of brown. This gave the impression of real paper instead of gristly paper bags. The children who gave her two pennies for a drawing would pay more for it. She laid the paper bag on her lap and started to draw. She drew words, then made the words look eerie. “So here’s my confession… this time… this time…” The words leaked onto the page. She finally finished the drawing, it was lines.
Lines that weaved into another, creating a human profile. Bears. But, nobody else would know this. She had subconsciously drew the person she stalked. Phoenix continued to finish the drawing, adding a flourish over the corner. She carefully took a rock, cut it out and tucked it into her bag. It was a ritual for her, just like anything else.
Leaning on the log, she engraved her initials into the soft wood. Now, they knew she was thankful for the bag. She then pulled the binoculars from her neck and leaned against the log. It showed the profile of trees, and a human.
Was it bear? It was a bit far off to see. She pulled the apple from her bag and chewed on it for a second. Yes, she was positive it was him. She watched the smallest movements, the blink and mentally recorded it.
Oh, he had such a graceful blink. Both lids came down at the exact same time. Eyelashes fluttered in the process. She was acutely aware of each breath. She knew his routine; she knew pretty much anything.
Well, she was oblivious to the fact he was a cannibal, but still.
She just watched.
“I want you to want me
I want you to need me
I want you to hear my confession
I want to be your obsession.”
I want you to need me
I want you to hear my confession
I want to be your obsession.”
(((You dont have to respond until your done with your threads. I had a bout of muse, so I needed to post this.
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