|here at my door| [rosetta!]

|here at my door| [rosetta!] Jul 23, 2011 16:44:45 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Jul 23, 2011 16:44:45 GMT -5

BLAKE ELLIOT NOLAN
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I had gotten out of bed early that day. There was really no reason for why. I was supposed to be going to a party later on tonight for Janice, but I wasn't leaving until much later. I was glad I got up though. The sunlight pouring through my bedroom window was coming from such an amazing sunrise that it would've been horrible to miss. It's funny how the simplest things can often be the greatest parts of a day. When you open the freezer and find the last bit of ice cream, when you find a bit of money on the ground outside your house, when you are given the rest of the day off at work. When the simplest things make you happy, you know you have a great life. When the simplest things don't even phase you, you need to loosen up. That's how I've always seen things. If you can stop and smell the flowers on your way to a beautiful wedding, you're seeing the simple things and enjoying everything that life has to offer.

I liked to think that I was one of those people that enjoyed every little thing that life through at me. I'd try and find the plus side in everything. Even if it was something that would first be seen as bad like losing your job, forgetting your keys at school or getting sick. I'd still try and find the good things. There was always at least one good thing that came with every bad thing. Things would need to get bad before they got good and vice versa. Life was a rollercoaster, it was up to you if you wanted to enjoy it and have fun on it. And in my case, I loved every bump as much as I possibly could. Because what was the point in hating something you couldn't change? If you weren't willing to change anything about your life, then why complain. I lived by that philosophy. I lived by that morale and rule.

But you know, I couldn't change everybody's life. I could try and affect as many people as I wanted to affect but I wouldn't always succeed. It was impossible to help everybody in the world because everybody's opinion was different. I had already accepted that. All that mattered to me were my friends anyways. The people I hung out with or partied with. They mattered to me. And if I could change them and help them, then that was alright with me. I tried my very best to do all that I could for my friends and their families. For all the people around me, I tried to do everything I could. Why live a life where I tried to make people hurt when I could live a life and make people happy? Why go to the effort of inflicting pain when I could try just as hard to make people enjoy each and every day of their life.

I made my way down my stairs, hearing my dog's paws tap against my smooth living room floor. I lived in a nice home by myself. My parents had been nice enough to buy me one if I payed them back eventually and so I couldn't deny them. It was a really nice home. And my dog liked it too. Sam had been given to me when I was really young as a young puppy. He had been my best friend for a long while and I begged my parents to let me bring him with me to the new home. And Sam loved it. It was large enough for him to run around if he wanted to but small enough for him to feel at home and comfortable. He liked to curl up beside me on my bed until the sun's rays would fall on his face. Then he'd get up and make his way downstairs to wait until I woke up.

I rubbed my hand through the fur on his head, smiling as he took a seat. "Did you have a good sleep, pal?" I asked, watching as he wagged his tail around quickly. I then made my way to my fridge, grabbing the last egg from it's package. Sam already had his food and water since I just filled it last night, so I started making my egg right away. I was supposed to meet with somebody today as they had something for me. I wasn't sure what it was. My boss had just said that I should stay home all morning to receive the package. Maybe it was something good. I wouldn't know unless I waited around. And I didn't need to be at Janice's until much later. So, I waited for the knock on my door from whoever would bring me the package.

|here at my door| [rosetta!] Jul 25, 2011 12:38:14 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Jul 25, 2011 12:38:14 GMT -5

Luca Bennu Stentori

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Luca Stentori’s day began usually. His leg ached. His hair was unruly. His eyelids were heavy. And Yvonne was banging away at the door. Perfect, Avox Yvonne who got up at an early hour and scorned any other servant who got up at a reasonable hour. Luca rolled his eyes and hoisted himself upward. His tiny attic room was as messy and musty as ever, but Luca hardly noticed. His head was heavy, his mind far away, drifting to a girl with long blonde hair…

The knocking on his door persisted, Yvonne obviously in her usual irritable mood. Luca wrenched himself from his thoughts and hobbled to the dresser, opening the drawers. His choices today were gray or gray…the clothing of an Avox was often drab and dull, ensuring that everyone who passed the poor unfortunate knew their position. Of course, Luca’s mistress couldn’t help showing off and all the Avoxes in her household had her initials, M.T., monogrammed in purple script on their shirts. It made Luca feel like a pet, much less than the slave he was…but at least pets ate more.

Limping to the door, Luca opened it into the hallway and struggled down the stairs. He found his mistress, dressed in her usual sickening purple, hungover at the breakfast table from partying hard last night. “Is that you, Luca?” she squinted at him, wearily. “About time you got up.” She heaved her overweight body into a sitting-up position. “I have a package for you to deliver.” She waved her hand, dismissively, to a purple-wrapped package at the end of the table. “It goes to Mr. Blake Nolan. Nice, young bloke. Best deliver that to him soon. Well, off you go.”

Luca bowed his head in reply and his mistress slumped down again, breathing shallowly and calling, “Yvonne, get me some water!” Luca scooped up the package and limped from the room. The warm air hit him hard and choked him like a vice. Another nice day in the Capitol. Luca sighed as he began his walk, pain shooting up and down his bad leg.

His eyes darted through the crowds and his heart would skip a beat every time he glimpsed someone with long blonde hair. But, it was never her. It was always some shorter, tall, fatter…someone who walked with the weight of the world on their shoulders, rather than bounce from place to place, full of optimism. Luca knew he mustn’t think of Zell, but she popped into his mind every other minute. He’d see her in every violet shade of purple in his mistress’s house. He’d see her in every long-haired girl. In the sun. The lanterns in windows. The water. But he didn’t actually see her. Ever since they’d parted, he hadn’t even glimpsed her. They were both too busy with their own lives. Or maybe she was avoiding him. Or perhaps Luca was the one avoiding her. Avoiding her in fear that if he saw her that uncontrollable urge would come over him again. The urge to touch her…kiss her…

Luca shook those thoughts from his mind, a more reasonable thought rising above them: She’s a Capitol girl, you’re a slave. You’re miles below her. Leave her be.

That thought still hurt Luca. As air-headed as she was, Zell was a great girl…and beautiful too. She’d actually noticed him for far more than just a slave…

There was the gentle rocking of the boat. Lights shone around them, lanterns creating a soft, glowing haven around them. And there she was, large violet-eyes in a pale face, long blonde hair around her. She looked perfect. Just on the other side of the boat from him, or he thought…because in truth, she was much farther than that…

The door brought him out of his daydreams. It was like any other door. It was Mr. Blake Nolan’s door. Luca balanced the package in one arm, and rang the doorbell.