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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 19, 2010 19:48:52 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Dec 19, 2010 19:48:52 GMT -5

Fledger Rells

The wind coming off the ocean was cold. I was freezing. I should have brought a coat with me to the docks this morning, but I didn't. I shouldn't be here. I should be at the square, watching the Games. I should be home, with mother. I should be anywhere but here.

The fishing boats had long ago brought their catch back to the docks, and the others from my boat have already said goodbye and gone home. I should be home, too. But I need to think. There are too many thought swirling around in my head, and not enough time to sort them out.

Takeba Suzumi. I hadn't known her before the Games started. I shouldn't care about her now. She'll die, I know that. But every time I go to watch the Games, every time I see her face, I can't help but wonder if she will win. District Four won't win. I know that, I know it with all my heart...but one can't stop hoping.

Mother, too. I've been thinking about her so much. She's gotten more forgetful than usual lately. Four days last week she didn't recognize me. Four days. I can't stop worrying about her. When will I come home and find her dead because she had an accident? Because she didn't know who or where she was and panicked? The neighbors watch her, yes, but that isn't enough. They can't always be watching her. They have lives, too.

"What can I do?" I say aloud. I hear footsteps behind me and I suck in my breath. I thought I was alone. Who else would be here? Everyone's gone home. There's no reason to be at the docks. I turn around to see who is there.

Last Edit: Dec 19, 2010 19:49:24 GMT -5 by Morgana

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 19, 2010 21:17:23 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Dec 19, 2010 21:17:23 GMT -5

Harmony Lunster had no reason to leave the house, and yet she did. It wasn't really intentional, she just needed to leave. Her house was a mess. Messes were just something she could not deal with, and until her parents cleaned it up, she yelled that she wouldn't return. After tapping twice on the frame of her doorway, she left into the night, backpack on her shoulders.

She wasn't really sure where she was walking, she just left her feet take her some place. The wind was blowing far harder than yesterday, making it chilly. Harmony hugged her jacket closer to her as she began to realise that she was headed to the docks. Why of all places would she be going to the docks? She could see the dark ocean water from here, and was already beginning to have a hard time breathing.

It was deserted and dark. Only the moon really gave light to the district at this time of night. Harmony noticed someone else though, and without really thinking, she approached them. They said something aloud, and without thinking, she responded. "Not talk aloud to yourself? That might help." Harmony let out a small gasp as she realised she had just said that.

The brunette stood there quietly for a moment trying to think of a way to make what she had said sound a bit nicer. "I only meant that if you talk aloud... it.. should at least be to someone else, you know?" She stood there awkwardly, feeling self concious, and tried to smile.

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 20, 2010 18:48:27 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Dec 20, 2010 18:48:27 GMT -5

"Yeah, I suppose that would be a good idea," I say to the girl who was behind me. I smile at her. She's got beautiful dark brown hair. All of her is beautiful, really. But there's something about her...something about the way she holds herself that makes me think she isn't quite comfortable with herself. "I just have a lot on my mind, that's all." I don't want this girl to leave. Something about her intrigues me. She's got a problem, I can tell. I may not know what that problem is at the moment, but I'll do whatever I can to help her. It's been a while since the last time someone came to me with their problems. Maybe that's why I've been thinking so much. Because I haven't had someone else to focus on for so long, so I've been forced to focus on myself.

"My name's Fledger," I say. "And since I guess I shouldn't talk aloud to myself, do you mind if I talk to you?" I know, it's kind of a corny thing to say. And if not corny, then at least stupid. For all I know, this girl could think I'm a creepy rapist looking for my next victim. And if I do come off as the rapist type, then I've lost my chance. My chance to help her and forget myself. Yes, I know that's what I'm doing. I know I'm ignoring my own problems. But I don't want to fix my own problems. Other people's problems are so much easier to fix. So I cross my fingers and wait for her answer.

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 21, 2010 12:56:20 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Dec 21, 2010 12:56:20 GMT -5

The boy didn't seem upset with her comment and she nodded in agreement to him when he said he had a lot on his mind. He had reddish long hair and blue/grey eyes. It was a wild combination, but it fitted him. Harmony noticed that he had a scar above his eyes and wondered what on earth it could have been from. His name was Fledger. Also wild and oddly unique. Fledger. The name sounded dangerous in a way.

She smiled at him and sat down on the ground as he asked if they could talk. "Harmony." She offered her name in return for him telling her his. "No, I wouldn't mind at all. I don't have anything better to do. Tell me about all this stuff on your mind."

Fledger reminded her of Cedric. He gave off a relaxing vibe about him that calmed her down, even though she was just feet away from the water. Harmony only knew he name, but it seemed like a good guy and she already trusted him. At least in the sense that in the case of some tragic accident where she ended up in water, he'd be there to pull her out.

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 21, 2010 17:34:55 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Dec 21, 2010 17:34:55 GMT -5

Harmony. The name fit her perfectly. I sit down on the ground in front of her, following her lead. her smile is very nice, too, I notice. She wants me to tell her about the things on my mind. Crap. I should have seen that one coming. And there's no way to dodge this subject, no way at all. But maybe I can tell her a little bit, just a little, then turn the conversation towards her. It might not work. This might all blow up in my face. But I might as well try.

"Well, I guess I've just been thinking and worrying about the same stuff as everyone else. Getting enough money so I can get enough food for me and my mom-" I cut myself off. I hadn't meant to say anything about my mother. That topic should have stayed buried deep under the ground, never to surface. But somehow, without realizing it, I'd dug It up. And now that I'd mentioned my mother, I couldn't stop myself from saing more. "My dad died a few years ago, and my mom hasn't been able to work since, so it's up to me to keep the both of us fed." I sigh, then run a hand through my hair. I hope she doesn't ask about mother. But how can she not notice that there's more to it than what I've said? It must be obvious. I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that will have a difference on what she says. If anything, it will probably make her more curious. I open my eyes. She looking at me. She's been listening. Sure, we haven't known each other long, but I get the feeling that she might actually care.

I decide right then and there that if she asks about my mother, I'll tell her. Because I'm tired of holding it inside. I'm tired of hiding it. And frankly, I don't care anymore. The truth was bound to come out one day. I've been carrying this secret for far too long, and if I don't put it down, I might collapse from the weight. So I'll tell her. And even if she doesn't care, well, at least I told someone.

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 21, 2010 20:12:47 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Dec 21, 2010 20:12:47 GMT -5

She nodded about his comment. Food was hard to come by, even in district four. It might be one of the richer districts, but it didn't mean everyone was properly fed. The peacekeepers had a set amount of food that had to be shipped off to the capitol to supply the demand. District four was allowed whatever was less. Usually, that was less than even a sixth of what went to the capitol and not nearly the amount needed to feed an entire district. There were those who went hungry, Harmony glanced and down at her legs, and those who didn't.

His sentence was chopped at the end, almost like he wasn't finished talking. She listened as he explained about the death of his father. Harmony watched him instensely. She normally wasn't the observant type when it came to people, but some things you just couldn't miss. Fledger's body language was all wrong. he wasn't making eye contact and lookied like he was trying to supress something, but that only made her curious as to what it was.

If there was one thing that always got Harmony in trouble, it was curciousity. She needed to know this boy's story. There was no way about it. It took her a moment to figure out how to ask the question with out being blunt. She didn't want to offend him "I'm sorry about your father." She started watching him again as she spoke. "[coor=green]It must be hard. And even harder since you've clearly taken his place.. Why, um, doesn't your mother work?"

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As the Sun Goes Down (Open) Dec 21, 2010 20:53:51 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Dec 21, 2010 20:53:51 GMT -5

I can't stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief. Finally, someone had asked, and finally, I was ready to tell. I nearly laugh at loud at this. Here I'd been trying to help Harmony with whatever her problem might be, and now I might be getting closer to solving my own problems instead.

"My mom took my father's death pretty hard. She started to become really forgetful. It wasn't so bad at first. She'd forget she had something on the stove, or she'd forget to get dressed for the day. Stuff like that. But one day whenI came home from work, she didn't know who I was. It didn't matter to me so much then that she'd forgotten who I was. I was more worried about her leaving the house and forgetting where she was, or getting hurt somehow. But she forgets more and more now. I have neighbors that check on her, but they can't be there all the time. I just don't know what to do."

It feels like an enormus weight has been lifted off my chest. I can breathe, really breathe, for the first time in years. I want to shout. I want to scream. I want to jump in the water a few feet behind me and just swim until my arms and legs give out. It feels so good. So good. But even though I've told her, even though she knows now, the problem is still there. The telling is just a part of the fixing. And that's what keeps me sitting on the ground in front of Harmony.