↑↓ [damen]
Jul 4, 2011 18:02:28 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Jul 4, 2011 18:02:28 GMT -5
"Gage Cooper."
Those two words rang out through her mind endlessly as she stood outside of the waiting room, right foot impatiently tapping on the floor. Clearly, it bothered the Peacekeeper guarding the entrance, for his slate grey eyes narrowed and he almost seemed to snarl at the blond-haired girl, his fingers curling into an annoyed fist, as if each tap sounded like an explosion. It probably was though - Peacekeepers tended to enjoy their alcohol a bit too much; he was probably restraining himself from crying from a headache. But Dashica didn't care at this point. The peacekeeper was not important - nothing was important right now, save for Gage Cooper. For Gage Cooper was about to be whisked away from District 3, from his job, from Pilot, from her.
Those few weeks spent trying to survive in a wasteland had taught Dashica Starr a few things, and one of those things was that Gage Cooper was one of the few people that she actually cared about. When everyone save for the three of them had perished, he was there. And he cared about her, or at least he put on a façade of caring about her, for why else would she be here today if he hadn't done so? She probably would have stayed in District 3 while Gage and Pilot crawled towards the Capitol, would not have known what happened, would not have been here as soon as the Reaping had ended. No, she would have taken her time, felt sympathy towards the strange boy that she had first met in the woods, but that would have been it. She would have gone to see him, but she wouldn't be feeling this way.
Dashica Starr never liked her emotions - they always caused grief and misfortune and confusion whenever they came into play. But emotions were what drove the soul, drove the mind to think in certain ways and the body to commit certain actions. And emotions is what brought Dashica to that hallway, wondering what would happen, how she could help Gage, comfort him, support him - something, for she cared about Gage, maybe even a bit more than what she dared to think. Sure, at times he could be infuriating, difficult to take care of with his condition, overly dramatic - all of that. But everyone had their flaws, and oftentimes, Dash couldn't even see his flaws. All she could see was a kind, caring boy who was her friend. Although at this point, she wasn't quite sure about what they were.
Perhaps if Gage hadn't been reaped, the three of them would have tried to forget about the carnage, the sweltering hot days and the relationships that had been formed due to the accident - after all, sometimes it was better to forget. But there had been no time to do so, and Dash was left knowing that the atmosphere was different, that her relationship with Gage was different, as confusing as it had been due to Katie Morven's life and death. It had caused her to even make things with the leftover ingredients that had been left in the pantry since her job loss - she had made them to celebrate their second-to-last reaping. They had signified happiness, another year at life. She would have even invited Pilot, even though occasionally he infuriated her. It was rather strange, the effects that cookies could have on the morale of others, and that day it would have signified the possibility of life after eighteen, of years ahead full of friendship and a bit of mourning.
But that didn't happen, and now she was here still, the Peacekeeper still wincing at every tap that her foot made against the polished wood. She still panted slightly, a bit out of wind from running home and back again, ignoring cries from her family, shouting "Dash, where are you going?", as well as the tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyelids. Even now, she felt them forming, and wiped her sleeve against her eyes - there was no need to be careful of emotions now, mascara no longer was a part of her life, with money steadily dwindling every since she had lost her previous job. Working in a factory never made a large amount of income, and even with five members of the family working there, income was still low, and the needs of the Starrs was only rising.
"Can I go in now?" she asked the Peacekeeper, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. He winced again, a growl audible as he rubbed his temples. "No. You have to wait." Eyes narrowed as she glared at the man, arms crossed, and she could tell that he was a bit intimidated by her "boldness", which really was desperation. Still though, he would not let her into the room, which she was sure contained Gage and Gage alone. His parents weren't in District 3 - they were in the Capitol, living a life of ease while their son would be sent to their death. How would they react to seeing him fight for his life on the screens? Would they be sad that their flesh and blood was not immune from the carnage? Would they not care?
There was no more time to think about this however, for finally the door opened, and she walked in quickly, not giving another glance to the Peacekeeper. Dash closed the door herself. As she looked at him, her right hand pulled at her scarf, the other hand holding a bag, filled with the small treats that would have been representations of the future. They still were, only now the future was much bleaker and filled with more blood. Dashica could feel her eyes beginning to well up again, and she could barely muster the strength to prevent the tears from spilling. Crying wouldn't help Gage. Crying wouldn't help anybody. The only thing she could do now was be strong, so Gage wouldn't have to. So she softly smiled, and spoke, hoping that her voice wouldn't give away her fear.
"Hey."