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Trapped (in the) Darkness [Cici] Apr 21, 2011 19:59:57 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2011 19:59:57 GMT -5

Melanie Traverson

Melanie listened as Sen's words trailed off. She realized he wasn't much for conversations either. Suddenly, he was asking about what it was like in District Four, seeing the sea. Melanie smiled at the memory of the sea, but her smile faded a bit, as her mind drifted back to John. She tried to push the thoughts of him from her head and she focused back on Sen's question. "The ocean was absolutely beautiful. It was so big and so vast; it made you feel like there was so much more out there, that there's so much more on the other end--wherever that is." Melanie tried to push away her useless daydreams, and jumped back on topic. "But the best part was seeing sunsets reflecting against the ocean. The water would become a sea of different colors." Melanie smiled, her words lingering, as she realized she had been rambling a bit.

Thinking about the ocean pushed her thoughts back, a pang of hopeful happiness touching her slightly. Thinking of District Four was hard for Melanie; there were so many happy memories, yet the sad ones, the guilty ones, and the unreal ones lingered. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she remembered the alleyway where she had met John, where she had decided to run away, where she had ultimately triggered the chain of events that led to her turnout in this cell; and John's very possible death.

Quickly, Melanie wiped the tear away, feeling slightly embarassed. She needed to stop getting emotional and merely needed to accept the facts. She looked up at Sen, and managed to say, "Sorry" as she wiped away the last tear. She needed to keep the conversation moving; she didn't want to cry, not here, not now, especially over something that was long gone. She tried to think of something to ask. She tried to figure out something to say, but realized it was hopeless. She was never good at talking to people, not as herself. She looked at Sen, her mouth half-open, searching for words. Suddenly, she lost his gaze and turned her head away, wanting to disappear, wanting to cry, wanting to be alone.

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OOC: Sorry, my post is really bad.

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Trapped (in the) Darkness [Cici] Apr 23, 2011 10:34:00 GMT -5

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Post by Bane on Apr 23, 2011 10:34:00 GMT -5

Sen Darkbow, District 9

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I am completely enraptured as she talks about the ocean. Such a mysterious thing in District 9, the ocean. No one has seen it. Only something we here about, are taught exists to tantalize us then ignored in school. I'm the first person I know who has actually met someone who has been to the ocean! No one will believe me. They probably won't need to, since this is the most talking I've done in a very long time though. To be specific, if I ever told them, which I probably won't, they wouldn't believe me.

In my minds eye I see what she describes. The water we see in puddles, but clean, fresh, stretching on forever. Deeper, so all you see is sparkling blue. Sunsets reflecting off the water, creating great swathes of orange, red, and yellow, stretching on for all eternity. If only I could really see this miraculous thing. The people in District 4 are so lucky, getting to see the wonder every day...

Suddenly I notice the tear on her face, right before she wipes it away. She says she's sorry, but she has no real reason to. If thinking of the ocean brings up sad memories, then she has all the right to cry a little about it. I don't say anything though, since she probably wouldn't take my sadness for her seriously. She turns away sadly, and I feel another pang of sadness for this girl, this child really. I may not be an adult, but even so she is young compared to me.

I raise from my spot on the floor where I have been rubbing my shin with cold water, and walk over to the other metal slab that serves as a bed. I sit down on it, the lean my back against the wall.

"Feel free to talk about whatever you want. I'm okay at listening. Seems like you need to talk about something." I say.

OOC: That's not bad, it's good!

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Trapped (in the) Darkness [Cici] Apr 23, 2011 12:02:40 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 12:02:40 GMT -5

Melanie Traverson

Sen sat on the other bed, his eyes seeming to glisten with sympathy and even a bit of understanding. "Feel free to talk about whatever you want. I'm okay at listening. Seems like you need to talk about something." he says. Melanie took a breath, trying to calm herself. Talking as though she felt sorry for herself, seemed ridiculous. She was supposed to be strong and unbreakable, not the little girl who cried everytime she thought about her past. But that just seemed to be one of those things that had changed: she had known what love was, and having it taken from her so quickly, just made her more depressed than she could have thought possible.

Melanie tried to sort out what to say. She didn't really want to talk to this boy, but at the same time, she needed to. She wanted someone to know, to understand what she was going through. She wanted someone to listen, as uncomfortable as it made her. She wanted to tell the rest of the story, that still haunted her. Melanie never told people about her life, about herself, yet Sen already knew so much of it. Melanie opened her mouth to speak, her voice coming out a bit weaker than she hoped. "When I was in District 4, I met some people that...changed me." She took a quick breath, and then continued on. "I was supposed to collect some information on possible rebellion or rebellious events for the Capitol. But, I ran into two people: a girl and a man. The man was begging the girl for information on how to get back to District 9. They found me listening in; and I was going to report them, but I couldn't. I'm not sure what it was that stopped me. Maybe it was the fact that the man, John, had family back in District 9, that were missing him. Or maybe it was the way the girl had lost her siblings to the games, and was almost mentally insane. So, that's when I ran away from the Capitol, and that's when John decided to take me with him tot District 9."

Melanie paused, feeling as though she was saying too much. She could tell Sen was listening, but she felt odd talking so much. She returned to speaking. "While we were traveling, I realized that the necklace I was wearing, that I had gotten from the Capitol, had a tracker in it. We got rid of it as soon as possible, but still, the Capitol found us. It was the biggest mistake I had ever made, to forget about that necklace. John was captured by the peacekeepers after putting up a fight. But then, when the peacekeepers tried to get me, I shot one of them, out of fear. And then, I ran as fast as I could, and I couldn't remember what happened after that, until I went unconscious and woke up near District 12...and well, after that, it got even more confusing," Melanie shivered, feeling as though the room had just gotten twenty degrees colder.

"But now, I don't know what happened to John. I'm scared that he's dead. They probably sent him here and then killed him." Melanie's voice drifted, withering away. What if he was dead? What use was it thinking about him, talking about him? She needed to let the past go. She needed to accept the future, and stop letting her memories haunt her. But what else did she have? She didn't have a family, did she? And she didn't have a family, did she? No, not anymore. So, how could she accept the future, if she had none? Melanie looked at Sen, nervous about his reaction. It felt good getting some of it off her chest, but somehow, it also made her feel just the more empty.

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Trapped (in the) Darkness [Cici] Apr 26, 2011 17:03:04 GMT -5

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Post by Bane on Apr 26, 2011 17:03:04 GMT -5

Sen Darkbow, District 9

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The story interested me. The most interesting stories I'd ever heard were about black market deals from contacts my mother used to have. Even then, it was mostly how big an illegal sale someone had gotten away with, not a sort of adventure, even told in such a short way.

It includes someone with a family from District 9, which just increases my interest. I might have met John's family. I have no clue, but it's still a cool thing to think about. Then I realize that if I know them, they've probably been depressed with he father of the family gone for a long time.

"He's probably not dead. If they captured him, he either got tortured and let go or turned into an Avox. Mom used to talk about punishments for breaking the law..." I say. I don't add that I didn't know that she was talking about how she could be punished on a daily basis. She also didn't add that she'd die before the Peacekeepers captured her. Going down fighting, that's how she'd always told me to stand up to bullies. Just like how she went down against Peacekeepers...

I shake my head violently, trying to force the memories out. No need to think about the past if it's painful. Stick to the present, unless the past is truly horrific, is what Mom said.

"So, where are you going to go if, well, when you get out?" I'm not sure why the idea that this girl will never leave here pops into my head. They sometimes never come back, the weapons dealers in the black market. This girl has described crimes that is worse than what they did. So who knows? She'll almost certainly get out. This is no way to think. "Any ideas?"

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Trapped (in the) Darkness [Cici] Apr 30, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5

(OOC: Sorry it took me so long.)

Melanie Traverson

Melanie listened to Sen when he said that John wouldn't be killed, that he'd just be tortured or Avoxed. Somehow, the thought of him as an Avox made her even more unsettled. Torture. That word made her shiver. Being avoxed, being tortured, was worse than death. The memories stayed with you, and happiness was drowned by sorrow. When you were an Avox, there was really no meaning left.

Then, the boy asked where she was going to go when she got out. Melanie felt herself flinch slightly when he said the word "if." What if she never did get out? What if the Capitol kept their eyes on her forever more? What if she was forced to re-train as a Capitol spy? What if she became an Avox? No, she couldn't let that happen. She wanted to know what happiness was before it slipped out of her fingers; she wanted to live a normal life before it was too late. She felt her heart beating faster again, as she tried to find an answer. Where would she go anyways? She didn't have a home, as much as she wanted one. She thought about what would happen if she went back to District 12--no, she couldn't go there. What if she went to District 4? Well, it's not like she knew anyone there.

"I don't know," Melanie answered, biting her lip. "I really don't know. If I go back to District 12, my mother, I have a feeling she'll try to kill me the moment she spots me. The peacekeepers will probably give me no choice though. They’ll probably either dump me back in District 12 or…” Melanie didn’t want to think of the extreme negatives, like the fact that they might just put her to work as an Avox in the Capitol, so she thought of a different possibility. “Or they might let me into another district, I’m not sure. I’ll probably get stuck in some orphanage or something though.”

Melanie’s insides went cold. She hadn’t really thought of orphanages until now. If the Capitol did let her out of here, an orphanage would probably be their only choice as to where she should be put. Melanie heard what orphanages were like; though, she had never been in one. She knew that the lower districts had extremely poor orphanages; she knew few children lasted very long in these. The upper districts, on the other hand, had so few orphans due to the improved health of citizens, that many of them lacked orphanages. Thoughts swirled through Melanie’s brain, and once again, she felt afraid of the future to come. Maybe she could just stay here for the rest of her life, in this cell. She knew that the future ahead of her was no brighter than the past she had already seen. So why even try anymore? What was the point of hope?

The cell suddenly seemed darker than it did two minutes ago. Melanie felt goose bumps trickling down her arms, her head spinning with confusion, hurt, and fear. How had she become so insecure in such a short period of time? Her mind proceeded to spin: words, thoughts, and memories swirling wildly. Melanie needed someone, she needed something. She wanted to feel her mother’s arms around her; she wanted someone telling her that everything was going to be alright, she wanted to see John again, with his familiar face.

But no, none of this would happen. Melanie was alone, and she knew it. Besides Sen, she had no one left. Somehow, though, sitting here and talking to Sen made her feel almost...comfortable. She wasn’t really alone, was she? It was better having someone else there, even if there was nothing they could do for Melanie, not at this point anyways.
A moment later, Melanie felt herself rising off of the metal slab. She didn’t understand what her feet were instructing her to do until she was up. Then, she slowly walked to the other side of the cell, to the other metal slab where Sen sat. She looked at him quickly, and then sat down on the bed, a few feet away from him. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth shyly. She felt her cheeks getting hot, and she was too nervous to look at Sen. However, it felt better sitting beside Sen instead of across from him. It made her feel less lonely, less intimidated to let her thoughts eat her away. Sitting closer to him than before made her feel more protected, more secure; he was older than her in the least. Melanie finally built up enough courage to look over at him.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “I just…I can’t…I…” She didn’t finish her statement; she didn’t know how to explain. Melanie’s words drifted off as she looked down shyly.