Obsess About It {Marcelline
Jul 20, 2011 0:13:15 GMT -5
Post by Tribute!{Meranda<3}Quell Botch on Jul 20, 2011 0:13:15 GMT -5
Walking, I wanna be anywhere but here right now.
Marcelline Joelle Cotterill
For a brief moment in time Marcelline was extremely happy. She couldn't describe a memory that excreted this much happiness. Someone was finally talking to her about things that mattered to them. Things that mattered. Marcelline was completely over talking about new paintings on the wall or a new piece of piano music her mother raved about. Mace was describing things that gave him passion. Who was she to judge if it was cow herding? What difference did it make to her? His voice created a calm easiness in her, that sent chills racing down her spine. One thing Marcelline was never at, was ease. There was always something to contemplate, discuss, or solve. Peaceful, was a vocabulary word she'd never understand. Until she met a strange Market Boy. Correction, she thought grinning wildly, Market Man.
“They’re dumb, stubborn assholes, but somehow also the greatest things on earth. Just one can feed us for a week, and if you get one with good milk, that can last for years. They’re useful, which I can’t say about a lot of things. It’s no fun herding them right now though. They don’t much like the heat neither.”
She nodded forcefully. The sun. Beating down on District Ten with unforgiving rays, only to burn skin and kill crops. Marcelline was more of a spring kind of girl. She loved when everything was growing. Each little seedling that would poke it's leaves out of the loose soil, welcoming a bright new future. It gave her a sense of hope. Maybe she was the little seed packed inches under the ground. With the right amount of water and sunlight she thought maybe her as well could grow into a beautiful product of humanity. Marcelline could at least hope. She listened intently as he spoke. Each progression in the conversation filled her with yet more thoughts, but many of them happier than before. The constant guilt she felt was placed on the back burner and for once she wasn't contemplating a good excuse or story. Not only was her mind participating, her emotions were playing along. That was until Mace broke their ease with an unexpected action which left Marcelline reeling.
“Oh, the fields,”
She felt ignorance. How could she have not seen anything like this coming? Once Mace snatched her hand from Marcelline's side she knew she was a goner. Her shield was let down, her red curtain opened, and her performance was trashed. Where the over thinking, analytic, self was, Marcelline didn't know. All she knew was she was caught red-handed. A part of her felt shameful. Another part screamed relief. Yet she wasn't sure which to listen to. Give into defeat or stay in her perfectly fabricated lie of an existence. The answer was easy enough to answer. If it was a question on the test the little bubble she'd fill in completely was a dead give away. But in matters of her life, the answer wasn't quite as simple to react.
Mace's words stung. She didn't think they would pierce her as hard. Again, she was shamefully wrong. “Be better off saying you work inside, sewing, maybe. You don’t even have enough scars for cooking. Just so’s you know.” Consciously she blinked back tears. No. She wasn't going to cry over something this foolish. Marcelline was the greatest actress of them all. She kept it up for a year, she could keep it up a few moments longer. Sooner or later she knew that Mace was going to break her act completely. One wasn't to think it would be in the next few sentences he uttered.
“You don’t want to tell me who you are, fine. I’ve got business to take care of in the market.”
I do! With every inkling of energy Marcelline had left she pondered. What would be the correct response? Her thoughts led her to her heart. Logically in this type of situation one would spill all their secrets out on the table or keep them bottled within. She knew that bottling it within would only lead her to telling her parents later that day. The District in whole would be glad if that never happened. A District mayor in a foul mood isn't best situation. Torn, she held herself together for a few moments. There was no way to think her way out of this. So logically she let her emotions take over. It wasn't an easy task, allowing a dormant part of one's being fully take over. The process took a few moments but once it began, so did the waterworks.
Pathetically defeated, she cried. Cried would be a lament term for the choking sobs that shuddered throughout Marcelline's body frame. In a crumpled heap she fell squandering in the filth of the street. The sobs continued for several minutes before she could steady her breathing enough to attempt to explain herself. Breathe, she reminded herself coldly. Mace's soon-to-be-disapproving looks were to be her punishment. She deserved it. For the crying, for being born into such grace, and finally for her lying.
"I.... I do work in the fields. Only... only just recently."
One. Two. Three. Each number sent a message to her lungs to expand with much needed air. "My name is Marcelline Joelle Cotterill. I'm the mayor's daughter. I'm sixteen. I'm sorry." Four. Five. Six. Through her tear induced, muffled speech, her name rung loud and clear. It threw her completely into another dose of disgust. Even her name, the thing that defined who she was, was an imprint of nobility. There she sat. The happiness expelled from her body, with misery and guilt wrapping its claws around Marcelline. In a crumpled heap she waited for his rejection. I'm a lot more of an idiot than I thought.
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