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I'll Never Say Enough // Hipster Mar 28, 2011 21:34:41 GMT -5

Post by Vulnerable on Mar 28, 2011 21:34:41 GMT -5

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?

Sweat came out of every pour on his body. He could feel it building it up, making his clothes wet, and sometimes reaching his feet, where it would slowly gather at the bottom of his shoe. At the moment, he was a bit of a sweat machine with an ax in his hand and watching a tree that he was lumbering tilt every time that he stuck it with the sharp end of the ax. You could easily see the inside of the tree now, as he had cut about a fourth of the way into the tree. He just needed to cut it down, so that it could be logged and later used for lumber for here and the Capitol. But, of course, mostly just the Capitol. They apparently needed the resources to make their goods.

Not that Naji minded it, he needed the money to be able to feed his family now. The family that wasn't actually related to him, but the family that had took him under their wings and was currently teaching them to fly. He was appreciative of the kindness of the family that had so many children to take them in like that. No one else would do it, let them have a roof over their heads without having to do much besides babysit the kids every once in a while so that the mister and miss could get some time for each other. It wasn't much to ask of the boy, as he was used to much harder work, chopping down these trees for the lumber so that he could feed the both of them. Even though they gave the both of them shelter, they could not afford to feed them like they could their own kids. Instead, Naji fed himself and his brother with the money that he was able to get with logging.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to be able to afford the food that both him and his brother could eat. They could go hungry, but that was not an option for his brother. Naji had to always make sure that he wasn't hungry, as he was more important than himself. Naji had to keep his younger brother fed well, he didn't want him to die. And even then, he was always worried every time that the reaping came around. He truly cared for the boy, but maybe that was just the natural reaction that should come out of him since they were brothers. Brothers were supposed to have a sacred bond between each other, right? That's the way he felt about his own brother, that they had a sacred bond that they couldn't break.

Eventually, he was going to have to severe that bond as his brother grew older. His brother was going to have to learn the hard way how to fend for himself and not depend on other people to get food or money for food. Though, it was a hard thought. He knew it was going to happen and hopefully, Naji would keep that bond with his bond after such a thing happened. Crack! The tree was half way cut into now, a little smile appearing on the sixteen year old's face as he continued to smash that axe into the tree. He had to be careful when he was chopping down the rest of the tree, making sure that the tree didn't fall on him and crush him.

That would leave him with only death to depart him from this world, along with the pain that comes before the escape. A horrid thought indeed. Crash! The tree began to fall down, with no one around but Naji to heard the loud crash as the tree fell down onto the ground. Finally, it had went down. Naji had been at it for a little while, just trying to plow the tree down without getting an injury of some kind. He was used to injuries by now, it was hard work cutting down trees.

But, he needed to avoid it. Paying for medicine in District Seven was not a walk in the park for anyone. Sweaty and tired, his sat upon the downed trees and wiped the seat off of his forehead, looking up at the sky for a few idle moments. He took a small break, just sitting there. There was not a sound. It was silent, the area around with all of the trees. He could not believe there wasn't a single sound after that horrific crash, but there wasn't. All the noise had disappeared. Had he scared away everything?

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Last Edit: Mar 28, 2011 21:34:58 GMT -5 by Vulnerable

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I'll Never Say Enough // Hipster Apr 8, 2011 21:06:39 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Apr 8, 2011 21:06:39 GMT -5

La di da di da, Declain's off to kill himself. Wait, what? This wasn't a part of my plan. All I wanted to do was get away from her. You all know who I'm talking about. The devil, the temptress, the queen bitch, my sister Dolly! Of course, I have my escape routes out of the house and away from it. Gah, this is too confusing. I'll just start from the beginning.

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A sound awakens me from a fitful sleep. Oh god, is she finally coming to get me? Have I pushed her too far? The sound rings out again. I bolt up from my bed into the middle of my mess of a room, standing in only my underwear. There's the noise again. My hands fumble for the window frame when I see it: a bird. No, it's not a bird. It's a mockingjay. Then it makes the noise that's been freaking me out. "Shitty bird," I mumble under my breath. I bang my hand on the window as hard as I can and the black and white bird hurridly flies away. Good. I hate birds. Birds are stupid. Birds deserve to die. Ugh. Birds.

You wanna know what I need right now? A bottle. A big bottle of booze. I just want to go get drunk and forget about all of this crap. Better yet, I'd love to get high. Do I know anybody that sells drugs? I'm almost positive that a couple of guys at my old lumber yard sold some. Maybe I should head down there....

I pull on a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. My head pokes out of my smaller room and I scan the halls for Dolly, but there's no sign of her. Awesome, I think with a smile. With that, I saunter out of the front door and toward my old workplace.

Standing behind the looming storage building, I slide a twenty dollar bill into a mousey looking man's hand. He smiles slyly and takes out a needle. Whoa. WHOA. Nobody told me there were needles involved. Just do it, Declain. Sigh. "Shoot me up." I say confidently. There's a slight pinch when the metal enters my arm, but instantly I feel something rushing through my veins. The needle is removed from my arm and the man and his sidekick scamper of to go collect from other pour souls. With a whistle, I leave the alley and start heading back towards somewhere.

About halfway to wherever I was going, my head starts to feel light. I also can't walk in a straight line. Whoo! So this is what that stuff does to you? I think I kind of like this... but it feels weird. Eh, I'll get used to it. Now I want my booze! But from where? I decide to take a shortcut through the forest. I like the forest, so it must be a good shortcut. Yeah, it has to be. Where was I going, again?

Crunch, crunch, CRUNCH. What is that infernal crunching noise?! I mean, all I'm doing is walking through scattered leaves, yet I still can't identify that crunching noise! Is someone eating potato chips out here? The trees tower over me creating weird shadows. Haha, one of them kind of looks like... "Aagh!" I scream. "Aagh! Dolly!" My sister followed me! How did she know where I was? I scream again and break into a sprint. She's at every corner I turn! I can't shake her! One time, she had a knife and the next time I saw her she had a whip! Suddenly, my face is scraping the ground and my feet are flying over my head. I believe I can flyyyy-- Damn it. I look up and some dude is standing there looking down at me. "Uhhhh haha, hi," I say with an awkward smile. "I think I tripped over your tree."

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I'll Never Say Enough // Hipster Apr 16, 2011 21:13:30 GMT -5

Post by Vulnerable on Apr 16, 2011 21:13:30 GMT -5

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?

The day was quiet except for the few moments where an innocent little bird made their noises or maybe when you could hear the sound of leaves crunching under an animal. He was used to the lovely sounds of the forest, from its animals to the sound of the wind whistling quietly through the trees and letting the leaves fall down onto the leaf covered ground. But they always seemed to come, more and more, the grounds in the forest no visible because of all of the dead leaves and pine needles that scoured the area around. The forest floor didn't look so good without them though. Under it was just dirt and rocks, as well as the many little insects and bugs that lived under them. He hated the spiders that lived on the forest floor, crawling around and trying to find prey to eat. Occasionally, they would come around and think that his flesh was food. Luckily, most of them weren't poisonous at all and the ones that were weren't poisonous to humans. Still, they were some of the creepiest things alive besides humans themselves. Some of the people in District Seven could be creeps to the fullest. Drinking, taking drugs, they were much different in demeanor than Naji was.

Naji was innocent and kind, but there were people who were the opposite, people who he avoided. In a way, they were like spiders, looking for the next hit and the quickest way to get a rush or a high. Spiders did that by challenging tougher prey, and even sometimes winning. There was always a risk with the small bugs, but they were disgusting and easily crushed by people like him. He could easily swat them away. People, though, were different. He couldn't kill or get rid of people even if he wanted to. Not that he would ever kill anyone, as he believed everyone was of worth and everyone deserved to live. Even with that belief, he still had the belief unlike most people that the Capitol people were good people. He was too nice, over everything, to have those kinds of thoughts. He let them overpower them with their propaganda and he had fallen for it. There was nothing to change that, no bad influence. Maybe if he liked them, there wouldn't be a chance of him ever getting picked for the Games. Another bonus. Of course, that was probably untrue. Things had to be fair, right? Everything needed to be good and perfect, they needed to be amazing.

These idle thoughts had broken, though, as he could hear some distant screaming going on in this part of the forest. Why was someone screaming? Was a peace keeper attacking someone? It sounded brutal for District Seven, but there was always a reason for screaming or something of the sort. Quickly, he went back to his work as diligently and hard as he had been working all day. This tree would soon be chopped down, but there was a little distraction coming to take him away from the tree for a little while. Naji takes a look down at the ground who had fallen flat on his face in front of him and right next to the tree. He was lucky that he didn't get hurt too bad or smashed with his axe, maybe even killed. Luck was truly on his side. The boy seemed off though, in a way. A person that Naji would truly never want to be around. But, Naji was nice to people, and never thought bad about people unless he knew there was something bad to actually think about. With a light sigh, he extended his hand and greeted him to the boy on the ground, "I'm Naji, need a hand?" He asked, trying to pull him from the ground.

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"Bullets for bitches?"

In violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul.
In black and white, they really really ought to know.
They really ought to know.

Hayley
District Mayor

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

I'll Never Say Enough // Hipster Apr 23, 2011 6:45:24 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Apr 23, 2011 6:45:24 GMT -5

Whoo! Being high is fun! I may be living in the most uncolorful district in the entire world, but now everything just pops! Even the trees! It seems like the leaves are just floating off of the branches towards me. It is kind of cool. It was getting kind of creepy, though. All the insects on the ground were looking mighty big and burly. It looked like they could eat me! What if I get eaten by a bug?! Then who's going to be my messed up baby's daddy?! Oh wait. If I get eaten by a bug, then I won't have to deal with Dolly anymore. Maybe getting eaten by an ant or something wouldnt be all that bad.

Suddenly, something appears in my vision. Its thick and it has five little things coming out of the middle. Everything's sort of blurry right now, so it's hard to tell what it is. "I'm Naji, need a hand?" So the thing in my vision was a hand. Oh my gosh, a talking hand! But why would it ask if I needed a hand? I already have two, so I'm not sure how a third one would help. Ooh, maybe it would let me bitchslap my sister three times in a row instead of just twice! I decide to like the talking hand, so I grab it and tug on it, but it doesnt come off of whatever it's attatched to. Huh, I was under the impression that it was a magical floating hand. My mistake. My eyes travel up what it's attatched to which is a face.

Aw, dang it! That hand's not magical at all. The words came from the person who is apparently named Naji. This was dissappointing because I was so hoping for a third magical mystical hand that could somehow talk without a mouth. I tug on the hand again, but this time my other hand grips the arm too, so I can pull myself off the ground and into a standing position.

There's some leaves and dirt and stuff in my luscious curly brown locks, so I start to pick some of it out with my fingers. "Well howdy, Naji! I'm Declain! How's the tree chopping going?!" I ask, overy enthusiasticaly. God, this stuff was strong. What did I take, anyway? I'm not sure, but whatever it is, I think I like it.

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