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F a l l e n A n g e l s - Open Nov 10, 2011 21:23:04 GMT -5

Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Nov 10, 2011 21:23:04 GMT -5

She had to get out of there, that room, that house, that street. Everything surrounding that place grew stuffier by the day like a prison cell. All because she was stuck there. No, that wasn’t true. It wasn’t that she wasn’t physically able to go into town, it was that she didn’t have a reason to. Her mother did the shopping, her father all of the other chores. There just wasn’t anything for Heron Kimberling to actually do outside of her ‘prize’ home in the winner‘s circle.

But Fletcher had been visiting her less lately since he was working overtime, so she had had been craving social interaction. Heron just wanted to go out into the world and not receive the strange looks from the people that used to disregard her. Heron wanted to rewind time, just for a bit, so that she could still be the boy that she had raised herself to be and meander around town with her pals.

Sadly, time was cruel to her. Now she only had one remaining friend from her original pack of wannabe delinquents. She also had Fletcher, but without him that was it. Sure, she had Aranica and Arbor, but it was still so awkward trying to talk to them. Heron had hoped to have bridged that awkwardness over the years, but that could never fully happen. They could never look at one another without seeing each other for what they really were; murderers with heavy hearts that will never heal.

And heal she didn’t. Another reason why Heron had been avoiding going out in society was the fact that she couldn’t trust herself. Not since she blew up in Fletcher’s face like some wild animal backed into a corner. She didn’t know what got over her, Heron was just… not herself in that moment. Heron shook her head and pulled the hood of her cloak tighter to her skin. That was why she needed to get out that day. The incident was eating her away and she simply needed to cool her head with some normalcy.

Normalcy was a hard thing to find for a victor of the games, so that was why she was wearing that deep navy cloak, to conceal her identity. That way she could still pull off being male like she had in the past. That way no one would know who she was, unless of course they knew her. Heron ignored the way her false legs clamored on the floor of the hob, causing her to sound as if she weighed thirty pounds more and had an attitude to match the baggy leather pants she was wearing to hide them.

She chose one of the few tables in the room and sat down to take a bite out of the juicy, red apple that she had just purchased. Not one person gave her a second glance and she loved it. Heron watched inconspicuously as people entered, bought their goods and left, but the sad thing was that Heron couldn‘t remember if that was a busy day or not. It had been three years since she had gone there after all.

None of the customers had quite grabbed her interest, until, that is, she had completely finished her apple and was getting ready to throw out the core and leave. She overheard two kids talking. Kids, ha! What right did she have to call them kids when she was only nineteen herself? The guy didn’t have enough money to pay for the medicine that he was purchasing, and the young lady wouldn’t give it to him for any less. Heron frowned, feeling the weight of the spare coins in her pant pocket.

Well, she couldn’t have just left, it wasn’t right! Not when she clearly had the money to throw away, she might as well help someone in the process. She doubted a few coins would give away her identity, she was simply a hooded man after all. It only took tree of her large strides to close the distance between herself and the other two where she boredly tossed her apple core in the conveniently placed trash bin near the end of the counter. Then she reached her hand up from the confines of her cloak and placed a small collection of randomly selected coins from her pocket onto the counter.[/size]

“Will this cover the rest ma’am?” Heron said, her once naturally masculine voice came out pleasantly rough. The hormone pills that she had been on had been lightening her voice and she sounded almost feminine by that point, but thankfully she had woken up with a scratchy throat that morning. The teen smiled softly from under her cloak, knowing that the thin lady was probably able to see her mouth. It always felt good to do a good deed, but it felt even better getting rid of some of the money that Heron knew full well she didn’t deserve.[/color]