There's Nothing Left to Fight For [tori & marisa]
Jun 11, 2011 17:47:37 GMT -5
Post by Marisa on Jun 11, 2011 17:47:37 GMT -5
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Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three
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Fiona sat behind the counter of her mother's general store, flipping through a magazine from the Capitol that somehow made it's way to little old District Three. She would look up every other minute, keeping a keen eye on the teenage boys in the store. They hadn't bought anything yet and Fiona knew that they probably wouldn't. She knew these boys. They were like every other boy, just fooling around at the general store. Some where to go to keep away from the tough Peacekeepers that roamed the street at this time of day.
These boys, unlike all the others, didn't seem to have common sense. They stood in the aisle with the chocolate and the candy. Though District Three was a relatively well-off district, those items were still considered a luxury. They sold well because of the rich assholes that worked long hours creating the new technological fad and needed to apologize to their wives. But rarely did young boys come in and purchase chocolate. Fiona rolled her eyes. If you're hiding from Peacekeepers, at least hide in a believable area.
Other than their apparent stupidity, Fiona kept her eyes on them because she did not trust them. Boys were boys. Ever since she started to make slight changes to her wardrobe, they would badger her. She started to read Capitol catalogs that she would find in dumpsters and on the street because it seemed to keep unwanted folk from talking to her. They may make all of the Capitol's fancy gadgets, but that didn't mean they had to like them. And anyone who did support them, especially a young girl still up for the Hunger Games, must be quite odd.
Fiona glanced up at the ticking clock on the wall, waiting for her shift to end. She had grown a lot in the past two months, but she still hated to be out and around people. Carter was really the only person she felt comfortable with. Maybe it was because two months ago she had met him when he was in a vulnerable state and not the other way around. Maybe it was because, for some reason, she just talked and talked with him. She couldn't shut up, really, when she was with him. And maybe it was because he didn't run off scared when she doesn't shut up.
They still don't know everything about each other. She still doesn't know why she found him bleeding in the park. It's not her place to ask. Just like it's not his place to ask why he can't even brush up against her without her having a panic attack. But, for some reason, he just makes her feel comfortable. She's even stopped wearing baggy clothes. She doesn't dress as provocatively as she used to, and she doubt she ever will. But there is a change, and a change in her whole being. She's just happier now.
She hadn't seen Carter in a few days. She was worried that something had happened, but she knew he probably had a good reason. The bell at the door rang, signaling the entrance of another customer. Fiona didn't look up from the magazine. She didn't need to, because just then the customer walked right up to her and pulled down the magazine with his hand.
Fiona's smile was instant as she looked up at Carter's face. He was tired and she saw some faint stains of blood and bruises, but she didn't say anything. She didn't care. He was all right. And she was all right. And now the boys whispering about her in the chocolate isle were just a distant memory.
"Hey, what's up, kid?"
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