~The sun smiles on you~ (Darren)
Oct 7, 2011 13:09:50 GMT -5
Post by Nocturnal on Oct 7, 2011 13:09:50 GMT -5
Verronica adjusted the strap of her new purse; brown leather worn by at least three people using it before her. New probably wasn't the right word for it, but in district 10, this was as close as she could get. One of Mace's family members had gotten it for her, a kind of welcome present, even though it was obviously hand-me-down. Mace might have made it, his rough hands might have tanned the leather himself, murdered an innocent cow so that she could carry her belongings in something other than a jar. Sighing, she knew that cows weren't the only thing he'd be killing soon. But...Could he handle that? Being in the games, having to kill everyone else to survive? Or, even if Mace could do that, could she handle it? He would not come back the same person, even though she had known him for such a small time, Verronica had always thought herself a good judge of people- and now she knew him well.
But after a few weeks in the arena, Mace might turn insane, become aggressive, the games change people; and not for the better. Somehow, she doubted that when, not if, he came home, things would ever be the same. Solemn for once in her life, she sighed unhappily. How had thinking of a purse come back to him? Everything seemed to these days, he thoughts flying around and around in circles, and endless loop of remembrance. His family had basically kicked her out of their house for the day, telling her to stop moping around and get a life. It wouldn't be long before they made her leave for good. Again. So soon too, this would be the soonest she had left a house after getting there; what, four days? five? So much had happened in such a short time, it felt more like years.
The day was getting increasingly warmer, the sun, a glowing orb directly over head. It had decided, quite apparently, that earth hadn't quite been getting enough heat recently. That was Verronicas thoughts, anyways, as she pushed her way through the thick oncoming traffic of people coming and going, doing as they pleased. She flicked a dull piece of brown hair out of her eye, then continued onwards to a lovely fruit stand, where they sold apples enough to feed her for a week. Still, she hadn't enough change for that, even after starting to help out around the house. The wages were meager, but enough to pay board with. There was none left over. She'd have to skip dinner tonight, but this would be worth it.
Suddenly, she felt a slight tug on the strap, then an odd emptiness. Some lowlife had taken it! Fuming, she flung her head to both sides, and caught sight of it in the hands of a fairly young boy. Well, almost her age, actually..
"Hey!"[/size] She shouted, her voice smothered by the din of the Marketplace."You! Give me back that purse!"[/size] Her long, sleek legs soon caught up with him, used to running far and fast. Eying him warily, her voice took on a steely tone used for scolding children younger than her. Shouldn't he have been in school? It was still the middle of the day, wasn't it? Judging by the pouring sunlight, it was 1, maybe 2 in the afternoon. Verronica wrinkled her smooth skin in confusion, and took in the boys appearance. Small, chocolate eyes, broad shoulders, and thick, furrowed eyebrows. Hadn't she seen him somewhere before? She took in his thick muscles, tanned skin, and somewhat blunt nose. School...Yes, she had seen him around there. Glimpses, here and there, since he was always surrounded by friends.
What was his name again? Verronica struggled to remember. It started with a K, she was sure of it. Or, perhaps it was C. He was in a younger year than her, pretty much guaranteeing that she hadn't come into contact much. Shaking her head, she released her grip on him slightly, taking her nails out of his skin, just using her fingers. She knew that if he really wanted to escape, he could. Verronica had never been very strong, but he obviously was. The only athletics she had ever actually taken an interest in was track, and that was for fun. Hmph. So why wasn't he running? Maybe he was just waiting for the right moment. You can never really tell with guys, can you. "Hey,"[/size] She said again, cooled off slightly. "Why did you take my bag?"
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OOC: 700 words or so okay?