Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio]

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 7, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5

~Freya Hanig~

[/center]

Freya Hanig took a single step towards the door of her room. She looked back at her bed uncertainly, but quickly focused her eyes again on her destination. Wait, she thought, her mind pausing for a moment. She quickly turned to her dresser, and dropped to the ground. She reached beneath it, her fingers barely fitting under the cracks. She felt something at the edge of her fingers and snatched it. She removed her hand from the floor beneath her dresser, and picked up the small object between her fingers.

She smiled when she realized it was a key: the key which she had neglected for so long, which she had nearly forgotten about. It had been so long since she had used it; the bottom of her dresser was the safest place to hide it. Freya sighed, slipping the key into her pocket. She was lucky none of the Avoxes had found it while they were cleaning out Freya’s room. Freya felt something drop in her stomach. Avoxes sickened her; she tried to keep them out of her room, but her parents insisted that they clean it for her. Every time Freya’s eyes wandered over the face of an Avox, she couldn’t help but look away, suddenly feeling the urge to run away. They didn’t deserve that life.

It was true; Freya Hanig feared Avoxes. She feared their fate, their punishment. How could they survive with no words? How could they live with themselves, trapped in their own little world, searching for some way to express their ideas and feelings? And forced to obey orders from the most despicable people? It was horrible; no, it was beyond horrible. Freya quickly erased the thought from her mind, and put her hand on the doorknob. She turned the knob slightly, and then swung the door open, until she was able to slip out. She immediately bolted towards the stairs, descending quietly down the steps. She didn’t have to worry about creaking: not in her modern, well-built house, but being quiet was an extra precaution.

Freya waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before moving any further. She headed towards the kitchen, passing the Avox quarters on her way. She stopped to listen for any noise, but was rewarded with silence. Her parents’ rooms were far away, so she knew if she could just turn on the light, she would be safe. Freya reached for the switch, light suddenly flickering on all around her. She began rummaging through drawers, looking for anything she might need last-minute. She came across a pack of matches, and, thinking they could have some use, slipped them into her other pocket.

Just as Freya closed the door, she spotted a boy of about sixteen or seventeen at the edge of the kitchen. One of the Avoxes, Freya knew. Ryan… She saw sorrow in his eyes, and then even a bit of fear; he knew she wasn’t dangerous, that she wouldn’t hurt him. Though, it took Freya a few seconds before she recognized the cause of the sadness in his eyes. When the facts hit her, she almost stumbled back, guilt seeping in again. He’s afraid, she realized. Because if my parents find out I’ve run off…they’ll turn to the Avoxes for answers; and then the punishments will come… Ryan was nearly blocking the front hallway, but Freya gave him a half-smile and tried to dart towards it anyways.

Of course, as she passed by, she could feel the guilt pouring through her. She was drowning in it. She stopped at the front door, turned towards Ryan. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Immediately, Freya wondered how much her parents actually did punish their Avoxes when Freya ran away. Obviously, the tears in Ryan’s eyes were a sign that there was some punishment involved. Anger coursed through Freya; how could they do that? And how was she so blind to it? “Don’t worry,” she said. “They won’t find out. I’ll be back before they wake up.” It was horrible of her, she knew: putting this on Ryan’s shoulders, on all of the Avox’s shoulders. Sure, they probably weren’t innocent. However, Freya probably did more damage in her life than many of them could have even attempted. It was mainly luck. Luck was everything in this world.

Freya took one look back at Ryan and then put her hand on the knob of the front door, and escaped. As she closed the door behind her, darkness surrounded her, even with artificial streetlamps lighting her path. It was much chillier than she had expected, but Freya did not shiver. Instead, she glanced down the long silent street and darted towards her destination. Although many Capitol citizens were still partying, along some of the louder, brighter streets, many were getting their quality sleep, for even they had to get up for work in the morning. Freya slipped along the streets, the familiar paths leading her. There were no cars on the streets, so she was able to cut across pretty much anywhere.

Finally, Freya reached one of the many streets near the City Circle. The streets were still fairly quiet, for this one particularly, wasn’t as popular as some of the others. Quite a few huge buildings surrounded her, to the point where she suddenly felt so much smaller, so much weaker. She couldn’t let that bring her down. They were spread out enough, so she didn’t quite feel claustrophobic. Freya finally found the building she was looking for, the one that her dad used to work in, the building that had become such a significant part of her childhood. It was smaller than the rest, but still, more important than many people could even imagine. Freya crossed the street and then stopped right in front of the building, under the awnings. She leaned against the wall, slipping her hands into her pockets. Kormiko was nowhere in sight…but he would come. At least, Freya hoped so.

They had planned to meet in this exact place, at 1:30 AM. Of course, Freya was a bit early, but, she could barely contain her excitement. She was about to break in…and this time, not alone. Freya’s mind was swirling with ideas. She had it all planned out; oh, it would end so perfectly! Freya felt a smirk forming on her face. But what if Kormiko didn’t show up? Could she do it alone? She could, but that would definitely take away quite a bit of the fun. Freya had her doubts, though. Maybe Kormiko was a coward; maybe he was trying to trick Freya. Maybe he was only a traitor. Freya didn’t care what he was. If he didn’t come, so what? And if he did, great. Freya fingered the key in her pocket. She wanted so badly to use it, to break in now. Though, she contained her excitement and remained patient.

Freya had, in fact, visited this place quite often when she was younger. It was her escape from the outside world; it was her own, in a dusty old basement. Freya had found so much down there: not only Capitol files, but also books, newspapers, and disks that they had never disposed of. She knew that some of these things weren’t meant to be seen by the regular eye, yet Freya had come across them. The things she had found down there, in that basement, had changed her. They had told her the truth, or at least parts of it. Even some of the files were interesting. But this time, she and Kormiko weren’t going down to this big old basement to read, but rather to destroy.

To destroy lies. To destroy injustice. That was their plan.

It was a total surprise when Freya had found out that Kormiko knew about this place too; maybe more people had stumbled upon it than she had thought. It was only because her father had enjoyed taking her to work when she was a bit younger, that Freya had found it in the first place. The basement itself was pretty naturally well-concealed…not that that ever stopped her. Maybe more people knew about this storage space than she had thought. Besides, it seemed so important to her, but really, how important did the Capitol see it as? They would never expect a Capitol citizen to break in; who would want to mess around with some old file cabinets full of boring information? Not most people.

Suddenly, Freya saw the outline of a figure, somewhere nearby. She quickly stood to her feet and took a few steps forward. “Kormiko?” She asked, quickly taking the key out of her pocket. She moved closer, waiting for the figure to come closer, so she could see his face. She felt butterflies in her stomach, not fluttering with nerves, but rather with hope: hope that Kormiko was true to his words. Although she had been first to judge, she was giving him a chance now, to show if he really was trustworthy. Freya still wasn't sure how she felt about him, or whether she felt anything towards him. He wasn't really a friend, or at least, not yet; she didn't know him well enough. Though, he was definitely no enemy. He was more like...a business partner. Curiousity and eagerness consumed Freya simultaneously. She smiled; she was definitely ready for this.[/blockquote][/size][/color][/justify]

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 7, 2011 19:05:26 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 7, 2011 19:05:26 GMT -5

~Kormiko Lazarov~

[/color]

The darkness had engulfed him, no light left and the moon? Good luck trying to see it, too much light pollution. Kormiko had no need to be quiet, he lived with no one. Just by himself in a big modern house, he never felt lonely, he felt peace and quiet his place. A place to work and relax, and now he was throwing it all away. The same question plagued him, was it the right thing to do? And yet again without hesitation Kormiko would answer yes. It was time Kormiko could feel. Kormiko looks over at the clock beside his bed, Freya and he had agreed to meet at the city Circle at precisely 1.30AM. Would she be there? Kormiko had his doubts, but he needed to believe it so instantly he banished them from his mind.

Time to go.

Kormiko got up, he felt the need to be silent, and so he was. He was already dressed, who was he kidding he hadn’t even fallen to sleep, he was just too excited. He slept on the bottom floor, so he easily moved towards the door, then he stopped, should he bring something? No, Freya had the key. Still Kormiko grabbed a torch; they would need it to see. He moved to the front door and out into the cool night. It wasn’t particularly cold, but never was it warm. The street wasn’t particularly quiet, music echoed in the air as well as laughter, late night party goers. Kormiko had once been like that, but no more. Cautiously he moved down the streets, it was like a maze a maze that Kormiko knew so well, he knew every dead end twist and turn, he had grown up in this maze. Trapped like a mouse, thats what it had been like, trapped with no escape. Kormiko was going to change that. Today it was going to end no longer would he be trapped like a mouse, he was going to be the cat that terrorised and hunted, the predator that stalked the night, well, it would happen if they managed to get away with their plan tonight.

Kormiko sighs, he wasn’t sure if Freya would turn up, after all she was just a child, she might have chickened out for all he knew. Kormiko was ahead of time, quiet early, he had to be to make sure Freya turned up. He would wait for her, and if she didn’t turn up? Kormiko would go in, he would do it alone, but how? He didn’t have the key; he would have to break in. Kormiko felt nervous he would get nowhere if he had to break in, it would be hopeless. The street he walked on widened up, opening into a circle. The city circle. Finally the time had come, but would it work? He looked around, but saw no one, nothing. Suddenly all his earlier doubts came rushing in, maybe she wouldn’t turn up, maybe she had dobbed him in, maybe... No, he told himself sternly, Freya wasn’t like that... he hoped. Only one way to find out, he slowly walked around the circle towards the building, the basement, their future. Kormiko wondered how he had ended up meeting Freya was it destiny? She had been to the basement, just as he had. If their plan worked all the Capitol would know who and what the peacekeepers and President Snow was.

Kormiko felt excitement flood him the time was coming. If only he knew for certain that Freya was their waiting. Then he heard a sound.
“Kormiko?” The voice called, it was definitely a girl’s, Kormiko n knew who it was, he had talked to that girl so many times, all the arguments and hate filled words, the passion, and he felt it all. He felt so possibly good, Freya was her, she had turned up, excitement coursed through him, finally, he no longer felt any doubt, she was here like she had said, and Kormiko was here just like he had said.

“Freya, I’m here, are you ready for this,” he felt no doubt he only felt certainty and complete and utter faith in himself. He couldn’t stop the smile that split across his face, it was going to happen, they were going to break in and stop the Capitol. He knew it was the right thing to do. Freya came into his view, she wore simple clothing, black just like what he wore, Kormiko always wore black, it was nothing unusual for him. Freya’s brown eyes shone with excitement, and just like that Kormiko knew she was in with him to the end.

OOC: Sorry if it's short I'm trying to work on my length

[/blockquote][/size]

Last Edit: Oct 19, 2011 18:28:49 GMT -5 by cass

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 8, 2011 17:01:18 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2011 17:01:18 GMT -5

Freya nodded at him, and for once, she felt calm and composed. She wasn't snapping, shouting, frowning, glaring, or using any of her usual tendencies. She was too happy, seeing Kormiko there. He had actually shown up, been true to his word, and given Freya something new to see: that there was someone in this world she could trust. Possibly. This little act of theirs hadn't even started yet, so she knew it was better not to jump to conclusions from the beginning.

"Yes, I'm ready."

Freya wondered what they would do when they got down there; she thought back to the times when she used to hide out and read in the depths of the basement. Although there were some interesting newspapers that displayed some of the Capitol's flaws, it was obvious that most of what she remembered was down there were banned history textbooks, banned newspapers, and any other banned articles that lightly exhibited some of the Capitol's mistakes. There used to be so much more; interesting information about the Capitol, but a lot of that was moved out when she was caught down there the first time.

Still, she also remembered the file cabinets: too many to count. They kept track of crimes, locations, and anything of the sort, anything that the Capitol had never gotten onto the computer system. But why? Freya wondered. Why would they never remove those files; why would they keep them in a basement? But Freya knew exactly why: because they trusted the rest of the Capitol citizens. They had everything they wanted, so what would they do with a bunch of file cabinets?

“Sadly, I’m not sure how much is down there anymore.” She knew what she was referring to: the banned books, the dangerous information that the Capitol probably moved out of there by now, or destroyed on their own. “But there might be lots of files….” She stopped to think for a moment. “If we want to burn them, I’ve got matches.” She smirked slyly. Oh, this was going to be good.

Freya looked at Kormiko one last time. His sea-colored eyes looked almost as eager as her own. For the first time, she noticed the circle of gold around his pupils. She broke away from his gaze when she realized how much time she was wasting; she had to focus on the real deal here. Business partners, not friends...right?

Freya held out the key, showing it to Kormiko. "I stole this from my dad. He used to work here." Freya turned towards the door, and taking a deep breath, looked at the keyhole. She wasn't nervous. In fact, she knew it was definitely a possibility that she would be caught. But so be it; if she was, nothing would stop her from causing trouble again.

However, there was one thing that Freya seemed to be missing, every time she thought about how determined she was to "show the world" her purpose. She didn't know what real pain felt like. Although she'd read all of the books, seen all of the pictures, and heard all of the stories, she didn't know what was beyond the walls of the Capitol. She had never been outside of the safe friendly city. Freya could only imagine what District life was like, what people went through day to day; she could only watch the Hunger Games and try to imagine what was going on in the tributes' heads. Never had she actually known how horrible pain felt and how excruciating it could be. Freya only knew what she saw. Everything else remained a mystery, as clear as the facts were.

Freya finally inserted the key into the keyhole, and exhaled slightly when she realized, it fit. She turned it until she heard a click, and then smiled. She looked back at Kormiko, happiness radiant on her face. She wasn’t usually bursting with happiness, but this was definitely an exception. An adventure like this was always fun enough to make Freya excited.

Freya pushed at the partially-glass door and it followed her hand movement, leaving a gap for her and Kormiko to enter. She smiled and took a step inside, stuffing the key back into her pocket. Impolitely, she forgot to hold the door for Kormiko, and instead, kept moving, assuming that he was following along. She doubted there was much security in the building; it wasn’t like anyone had a reason to break in…unless your name was Freya Hanig or Kormiko Lazarov. No words escaped Freya’s mouth: not now. She wasn’t in the mood to explain anything; Kormiko was smart enough to follow her lead for the time being. She knew where she was going. She made her way down a narrow hallway, and then another. There were more than she expected, but she followed her instinct, trying to remember the way.

Her feet glided steadily across the floor, as she tried to make as little noise possible, just in case. Finally, she stopped in front of a small door that she recognized: the door to the basement. She smiled, not even bothering to look back. She knew Kormiko was behind her…and if he wasn’t, if he left, then it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t let that stop her.

The door was so concealed, so normal. It looked like the entrance to a storage closet, which was partly true. Freya knew that barely anyone came down this hallway, and this door, at the very end of it, was so dully insignificant, that it would catch almost no one’s eye. Almost no one.

“Here it is,” Freya whispered. Memories rushed through her. This basement was the place where she had learned to read; her teachers had done such a poor job, but down here…this was where the real learning had taken place. Freya put her hand to the knob, and feeling almost nostalgic, turned it and then pushed. The rush of cold air that hit her sent a wave of memories back to her head. She looked down, seeing steps that led to the bottom, to the basement floor. It was dark, and she wasn’t sure where the light was, but Kormiko had a torch, so darkness wouldn’t be an issue. Freya took a step down onto the first step, almost impatiently. She didn’t wait for Kormiko; he would follow, wouldn’t he? For a moment, she felt like maybe she was being too controlling, or maybe leading too much, but she cleared the thought from her head. She kept her eyes peeled as she descended the stairs. They weren’t the most stable, so she was careful.

When she reached the ground, she waited for Kormiko, for he had the torch, the one light source left. She fingered the matches in her pocket, wondering if they would be used. Then, she took a glance at the basement around her. It seemed so different now; file cabinets lined the walls, but still, something was definitely different.

Freya looked towards Kormiko, trying to find him in the darkness. “So what now?” She asked. “Destroy, burn, steal? I’m up to it all.”

OOC: Lol, don't fret too much over post length! It's mostly about the quality, not the quantity (: And sorry if my post is just a lot of Freya's actions and stuff...:/

[/size][/justify][/color]

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 8, 2011 19:10:57 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 8, 2011 19:10:57 GMT -5

Freya nodded slightly answering his question, Kormiko’s stomach felt like it might do flips, he smiled happy that finally it was all going to happen finally he was going to do this. What more could he want? He didn’t need anyone else, except for Freya; he didn’t want to have anyone else here. No one else understood him like she did, would she say the same? Did she believe he understood her? He thought he did they were the same. He looked into her brown eyes, yes; he liked her as a friend. No, that would be stretching the truth they weren’t friends, yet.

"Yes, I'm ready."

Kormiko felt warmth spread through him, finally life was going to change, he was going to enjoy it. Freya was ready and he defiantly was. He looked at the door in front of him, his last barrier to the secrets, to him the door looked no thicker then paper for all he cared. Images raced through his head, all the files, letters, books... Was it all still there? He didn’t know, Kormiko had spent some time in there, it had not been enough. Kormiko could almost feel himself hoping from toe to toe in excitement. He looked eagerly back at Freya. He sighed, he wasn’t a child he needed to act more calm. So, he pushed down some of his excitement, taking a deep breath he waited.

“Sadly, I’m not sure how much is down there anymore.” Kormiko looked at her, not quite understanding what she meant. Oh, he almost said it out loud; he stopped himself just in time. She was talking about everything down there all the files and well, all of it. Freya wasn’t sure if most of it was down there anymore, Kormiko didn’t care as long as there was something. “But there might be lots of files….” Files, they weren’t as good, but they were something, Kormiko was excited once more, he tried to contain himself. Settling his nerves just as Freya continued to talk, “If we want to burn them, I’ve got matches.” Kormiko did not want to burn them, he desperately wanted all the Capitol citizens to see them, he wanted them to see how bad a place they lived in, he wanted Snow to suffer. Kormiko didn’t tell this to Freya, if they continued to dawdle out here it wouldn’t be safe. Kormiko would contradict her once they were in the basement.

Freya looked at Kormiko, before digging something out of her pocket, it flashed dully in the night. The key, finally, they were going to do this. "I stole this from my dad. He used to work here." Freya only hesitated briefly before opening the door. Silently she entered, Kormiko followed ignoring the fact she hadn’t waited, Freya was just to excited, he could feel it radiating off her it was contagious. Slowly he followed Freya he continuously checked behind him to make sure no one was there following them. It was like a maze Kormiko was amazed that Freya remembered the way, he followed her, his pace quickened as he realised where he was, they were so, so close. Then he saw it the door, the door that held all the secrets everything. “Here it is,” Freya whispered, she walked towards it, it opened at her touch.

Freya went in, she looked like she was basically running it was easy for Kormiko to keep pace with her, as kormiko paced the door memories flooded him, days spent in there relaxing reading, learning. He could remember it all so clearly it was if he had been here just yesterday. If possible more excitement crashed through him, he closed his eyes and opened them again, yes, and he was here. Kormiko looked around Freya had already gone in, she hadn’t waited, Kormiko caught up to her easily, she had slowed down a lot when she reached the stairs, they looked dangerous, not very stable. Patiently he followed Freya, he drew the torch from his pocket they would need it. “So what now?” Freya asked, she had reached the bottom of the stairs and was waiting for Kormiko. “Destroy, burn, steal? I’m up to it all.”

Kormiko smiled at her eagerness, He flicked the switch on the torch light flooded the room, he looked around longingly, stacks of papers where in one corner, the other had filling cabinets, Kormiko knew where he was going. His feet eagerly started to move forward. Then he stopped and turned to face Freya, a grin spread across his face. “We have fun.”

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 9, 2011 17:57:55 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2011 17:57:55 GMT -5

Freya smiled at Kormiko's comment. Then, she took one great look around the basement; it was so big, so full, so familiar, and yet so different. She took a few steps, and then circled towards one of the many file cabinets, lined across the wall. She opened it carefully, and then started flipping through, reading each heading. There were last names, all in the A-G range. Freya assumed that many of the file cabinets across that particular wall, held accounts of people in the Capitol. She figured that there were others devoted to the districts, and then maybe even file cabinets that held records of the missing.

Freya moved to the next file cabinet and searched through until she reached "Hanig." She pulled out the file, and found her own name, "Freya Hanig." She sighed, looking at it. She didn't want to look in; it was only an account of her life, just an account of when she was born, where she lived, and so forth. There was no point in looking at the things she already knew. But there was a point in destroying it. If she destroyed this file, wouldn't the Capitol have a harder time keeping track of her? No, probably not. But maybe. She thought realistically; they probably had all the accounts of people, somewhere on the computers, with loads of technology backing everything up. This here, all of this, was probably just the base information, in case everything else disappeared, right?

Freya knew she was assuming things, but it was hard not to. She was very skeptical in some cases, especially cases like these. Freya pushed the drawer back, and still holding onto her file, walked a bit farther. She opened a few drawers here and there, and then returned to walking. Each step brought another wave of memories. All of these file cabinets--she didn't remember them too well, but she remembered bookshelves and stacks of papers, some file cabinets, and a lot of old text. She reached another set of file cabinets labeled "criminal records." She smiled and opened them.

She flipped through, seeing a daunting number of records: records devoted to people who had committed serious crimes. She took out a stack of files labelled "attempted rebellion" and closed the drawer. Destroy them, that's what she wanted to do. The Capitol would lose their accounts of these people, or at least, their paper-written accounts of them. Freya wondered how that would change anything; maybe save them a few punishments later? Either way, she wanted these files destroyed, gone forever. She wanted to upset the Capitol officials, whatever it took.

She took one of the files, and then let the others fall to the floor. Slowly, she ripped it, straight down the middle. Destroyed. She ripped it again, and then again, until it was only shreds of paper. She smiled as the pieces floated to the floor. Then she took the file labelled with her own name, and destroyed that one too. Slowly, she ripped them apart, making the pieces as small as possible. She smiled at her own success, and then grabbed another stack of files from the cabinet.

Freya took another walk towards the newspapers and textbooks. She put down the files as she scanned over them, looking for any familiar ones. They were important, definitely. She didn't want them destroyed. Freya eyed a box, lying in the corner. Maybe they could fill it with newspapers and books, the important things that contained more serious Capitol information? Then, they could steal them? Freya wondered how good of an idea it would be; carrying a box back home like that, would look suspicious. But why not? In fact, she started stacking them in, ready to steal them. When she had filled the box with important papers and books, she picked it up.

Freya was lost in all of the files, books, papers, and everything. She had almost forgotten Kormiko was there too. "Kormiko?" She called. She didn't see him; they had split slightly along the way. "Kormiko, I think we should destroy as many of these files as we can; and then, anything important, that reveals some more...secretive information, we should steal." She still didn't see him, but she assumed he was listening. He was somewhere down here...she had to keep her faith in that.

As Freya turned around, she finally saw Kormiko, and swiftly she took out the matches from her pocket. If they wanted to burn the files, she was prepared. Did Kormiko want to do it another way? Well, she didn't really care. As long as they destroyed some of these files. She handed the matches to Kormiko, putting them in the palm of his hand. "We can burn them, you know. It would be fun." She said it teasingly. Truth was, she had never used matches before, and she had never actually set anything on fire, so she didn't really know how fire worked. But she was ready for any new experience, as ignorant as she might have been. She waited for Kormiko's response.

Every time she looked into his face, she was still confused. He was such a mystery, always seeming to change views, always seeming to have something interesting, something spontaneous and unexpected forming in his mind, whereas she herself, was spontaneous to the point where it got old, and almost usual. However, when she looked into Kormiko's eyes, she suddenly felt like she belonged somewhere, like there were people out there who had her back, and truly understood. Loneliness seemed so far away when she looked into his eyes; it seemed miles and miles down the road. Because, fact was, she wasn't lonely anymore. She had a...friend? A partner, at least.

In any case, they would destroy some of the files, steal some of the books, and get out of there...right? Freya assumed that was the plan. She thought of the time; how long had they been down here so far? She didn't know, but she was sure of one thing: they had to be quick if they wanted to avoid being caught.

Although, what did Freya care? She always loved a new adventure.

[/blockquote][/justify]

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2011 15:17:23 GMT -5 by Deleted

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 11, 2011 18:57:06 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 11, 2011 18:57:06 GMT -5

Kormiko felt overwhelmed, his mind spun with so many memories and idea's he wanted to do so much, but they had to be quick, or they would get caught. he looked around, setting his thoughts aside he looked around the room. Where was he going to start? His gaze flickered to a pile of books, and they were old, very old. Yes he would start there. He moved over to them, picking up the first book he saw. Kormiko blew the dust off, instantly regretting it, he started to cough, before covering his mouth with his shirt. He looked eagerly down at the book, the title was; The hidden Truth; Your beloved Capitol This caught kormiko's attention, he opened it, revealing old paper stained at the edges from carelessness.

Dear Capitol citizens,
You think you know everything, the people who own you, they aren't what you think...they control you. They hide secrets, secrets that could change the world change everything. Do you know why? I write to you in the hope that you will believe, that times will change the horrible things that have happened. You have to believe...

On and on it went. It held all the answers, well, Kormiko thought it did. "Kormiko?" Kormiko's thoughts were interrupted as Freya's voice rang out in the basement, it echoed slightly of the walls. Kormiko didn't have time to reply before Freya continued, she had just entered his view and now she looked right at him."Kormiko, I think we should destroy as many of these files as we can; and then, anything important, that reveals some more...secretive information, we should steal." Kormiko liked those idea's, these book's would be very handy, Freya reached into her pocket taking out a box of matches, she stretched out her hand and placed them in Kormiko's now open palm, his fingers slowly curled around them. Why would she give them to him? She could use them, it would probably be better if she did. Kormiko shook his head, no he wanted to be the one who did the burning, he was going to burn all those files.

"We can burn them, you know. It would be fun." She said this teasingly, a grin slowly spread across kormiko's face, this would be fun. "I'll start with those cabnet files, all those criminal records,"Kormiko didn't wait for her response, he knew she would agree, he walked briskly over too them, he hoped Freya had grabbed some book's, once the fires started they would have to leave. the book was still clutched in his hand, he passed it over to Freya."Look after this book, it's really important,"Kormiko looked down into his palm, down it the matches, down at the items that was going to change him, change his life, he was going to do this.

He pulled out the first match easily, he knew what he was doing he had done this a thousand times. he lite the match. This was it, the start of the end, the beginning of something new. He dropped the match onto the pile of papers. All the capitol secrets every ones lives, it wasn't fast, it didn't turn into some massive bonfire. At first it looked like the match had gone out, Kormiko felt frustrated, he didn't have that many matches. Then slowly the fire caught, it spread gently across the paper. It looked beautiful.

He turned around to face Freya, they had done it, they were destroying it all, everything, and he had done it with freya."We did it," Kormiko 's voice was a whisper. He looked into Freya's eyes, the fire flicked in them, for the first time he realized they weren't dark Brien they were light, they just looked so deep, the fire danced across them, is looked beautiful.

Maybe Freya had become his friend, they had been through a lot together. A happy smile spread across Kormiko's face. He had found his purpose.

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2011 18:58:06 GMT -5 by cass

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 12, 2011 21:16:39 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2011 21:16:39 GMT -5

Freya dropped the small box of books she was holding, the moment she saw the shadows of dancing flames. Wonder and awe filling her face, and she barely paid notice to the box that had just tumbled to the floor. She watched as the flames slowly matured from a single spark to smoking flames. Excitement filled her stomach, her eyes, her soul. The fire was so beautiful, so perfect; everything was just as it was supposed to be. Freya smiled, dazed by the orange flames that were so near to her, emitting such light, such warmth. The flames were merely a symbol of trust, a symbol that there was someone else in this world that she could depend on.

Freya couldn't help but feel even higher respect for Kormiko at this point. Had she really shouted at him in the beginning? Had she really been so cold as to block his words out? She had underestimated him before; it would be a mistake to do it again. Besides, hadn't Kormiko just proved himself? He had set fire to the files, letting the flames eat away at the words, the oh-so-deadly words. Even knowing the consequences of his actions, the severity of the situation, he stood up for his true beliefs and let his personality shine through all else. Maybe trusting him was the right thing. He obviously deserved Freya's trust by now, but was she really willing to give it all away? A few flames couldn't prove the world; a few flames could prove a bit of determination, maybe some charisma and courage, but it couldn't prove a person.

Freya knew she was being too hard on Kormiko; she was judging him, keeping him out of her line of acceptance. It was time to stop waiting for proof, and just embrace his trust. Besides, what more could a person prove? In a few moments, those files would all be ashes, and proof of Kormiko's trust would definitely be evident, right there. Freya was being too picky, and in the next moment, as she looked into Kormiko's eyes, she saw that. She saw how difficult she was being, how much she really owed him. He was so much more than Freya had imagined; there was so much more in him.

Freya couldn't help it; the next moment, she ran straight at him, embracing him tightly. She didn't let go: not for a long time. She felt tears of happiness stinging in her eyes. At first, she wasn't really sure why the tears were coming, but she immediately realized it. She had a friend, as unlikely as it was. The best part was, though, Freya felt like she had a real friend, one she could depend on when times got rough. This break-in had proved that.

Freya's tears were staining Kormiko's shirt now, but she didn't really want to let go. Her sensitivity was finally showing, and weakness was finally clouding her mind. She didn't like the feeling of weakness, but she knew everyone had it somewhere within them. Everyone needed a moment to cry, to feel the emotions within their heart. The weakest were the ones who knew not what feelings were.

It was then that Freya knew exactly what her feelings were for Kormiko. All night she had been pondering through what she knew of him, trying to find some view on him, but she was certain of what she felt when she looked in his eyes; she felt security. She felt like it would all be okay, because someone else was with her, guiding her along the way. Together, there was nothing they couldn't do. Freya finally let go of Kormiko, wiping her tears away before they were visible. She smiled at him, trying to figure out what to say.

But for once, Freya Hanig was at a loss for words.

The words she had known so well, had captured her. They were only thoughts inside her head, unable to shape themselves into sounds. Clamped together, they couldn't break free and slip out of her mouth. The feeling was so new and unfamiliar, to the point where Freya was shocked that no words came out. She always had something to say. Just not now.

Freya took the matches from Kormiko's hand, ready to return them to her pocket. But the dancing flames were so hypnotizing, so she decided to make an attempt on her own. She swiftly pulled out a match and, using the same hand motions that Kormiko had, lit the match. It took three tries before Freya finally got it. Then, she tossed the flaming match onto another stack of papers, smiling. She had wanted to get her part in, just the way Kormiko had gotten his in. "Okay, we'd better get out of here," Freya said, knowing the fun was over. They had to get out of here, for who knew what would happen to these flames? Quickly, Freya picked up the small box of books and ran towards the stairs. She stopped as she neared them and looked back at Kormiko. "You coming?" She asked, finally giving him some room to lead the way.

OOC: Great post, Cass! (:

[/justify]

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Sept 13, 2011 19:02:27 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 13, 2011 19:02:27 GMT -5

Kormiko did not expect a hug. He stood their shocked, then realizing how dumb he must look, slowly and hesitantly he wrapped his arms around her. Was this the right thing to do? Kormiko didn't move he... he actually enjoyed it. Was that wrong? He couldn't tell. Kormiko didn't care. Freya stood there her arm's around Kormiko, it felt nice and so incredibly strange. Maybe they were friends now, Kormiko certainly thought they were. What seemed like reluctance Freya finally let go. Only then did Kormiko realize the tears that shone on her face. She had been crying... Kormiko was astounded, Freya, well to him wasn't someone to cry, but then again everyone did. He also never thought Freya would hug him. It had happened. What a crazy night.

Kormiko handed the matches back to her, she pulled one out and after a few moments of fumbling she lite it, she then dropped it onto another pile of papers. She looked happy and pleased that she had finally contributed to the fire of destruction.

A sense of urgency replaces kormiko's happiness they had to leave. Now. He looks up to see Freya one step a head of him, she has already moved to the stairs. Hurriedly he follows, before stopping. He really wanted to grab some books, but he couldn't carry them all. Kormiko satisfied himself with going back and grabbing the book he had started to read already. It would have enough information? Hopefully.

"Okay, we'd better get out of here," he looks up at Freya's words she was already at the stairs ready to leave. She had looked back at him, all signs of her breakdown before were gone. She looked like the normal Freya. The Freya that could take on anything. kormiko's friend. "You coming?" She asked. Kormiko's only reply was a nod. At any other time he might have thought that, she had actually asked for his opinion, but no now. Kormiko moves to the front to take the lead, the book clutched in his grip. For the first time that night he felt that they might get away with this, he wasn't certain, but there was a chance.

Kormiko raced ahead of Freya, she was smart she would follow. He went back through the maze following every twist and turn, every turn he went around the knot of doubt and fear in his stomach tightened. Was it the right way? Was anyone around the corner? Were they going to make it? Freya would tell him if he went the wrong way, bu the other doubts in his mind were never settled, every turn every twist renewed that fear. he wouldn't know till they made it, until they got out.

Then he saw it the door, he didn't hesitate before opening it. Kormiko heard the footstep's behind him, which told him Freya still followed. He didn't stop at the front it wasn't safe instead he lead Freya to a park across the road from the building. Kormiko dared stop only when he knew they were in the cover of the trees, then and only then did he stop. He glanced at Freya, she was safe they both were. " What do we do now? I...I could walk you home, it would be safer if I did that" Kormiko asked, Freya would be able to shed some light on what was to happen next. With something like anxiety Kormiko looked down at the book, it was fine they were safe. All was well.

No, they still had to get home.

OOC: Thanks Cici. I think in this one I just rambled to much:P lolxD

Last Edit: Sept 14, 2011 18:35:04 GMT -5 by cass

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 9, 2011 8:13:47 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2011 8:13:47 GMT -5

Freya looked at Kormiko, nodding in response. She was out of words; speech had left her quite a while ago. However, she managed to croak out a, "That way," as she pointed towards the direction of her own house. She shivered as a gentle night breeze swept through the trees, touching Freya's bare arms gracefully. She wanted to fold them, but she had things to carry, so instead of embracing herself in warmth, she picked up the small box of books, staggering slightly to keep her balance. She was suddenly unsure of the future. What were they going to do now? Kormiko was going to take her home...and then what? They would depart? Somehow, the thought made Freya uneasy. She didn't want Kormiko to leave her alone at her house. She didn't want to be alone.

Freya started walking, waiting for Kormiko to follow. Something was beating against her chest, a little more intensely than before. Her heart: she could actually feel it. It was a new feeling, or at least, Freya thought it was. She had never remembered this before; her heart had never beat for anyone but herself. Somehow, though, when Freya looked into Kormiko's eyes...she felt like a soaring butterfly. She felt like there was still a road of hope ahead of her. But, as soon as she caught his eyes, she couldn't help but instinctively turn away. She knew she was just kidding herself; she wasn't actually feeling anything, was she? And even more so, there was no way Kormiko was feeling anything towards her. They had their seperate lives. No matter what illusion the look in Kormiko's eyes gave Freya, they would never belong together, Freya convinced herself. She turned away from Kormiko's face, only determined to get home.

Freya wondered what would happen when she reached her house. Would her parents be up? No, they were definitely asleep. Where would Ryan be? Would he be waiting anxiously for her to return? Or would he be sound asleep? She hoped he was asleep; she didn't need more people worrying about her. Besides, what would Kormiko do when Freya reached her house? Would she let him in? Or would she have to dismiss him at the front door? She wanted to feel independent again, but now that she had found someone so...similar, she knew her independence may never be the same again.

Quickly, Freya shook her head to herself. She didn't need to get herself any deeper into this. Her thoughts were confusing her; Kormiko was merely a friend, nothing more. Freya kept walking, Kormiko alongside her; she didn't really know what to say to him. She knew she had many words available, but which ones to use..that was the question. Words were like tiny puzzle pieces; you had to pick the right one for it to fit...and in this case, Freya just could not find the right piece. So, she just let silence fill the atmosphere.

Freya finally spotted her own house, down a long street of many. She looked back, making sure Kormiko was still with her and then took to the front steps. She put the box she was carrying down on the first one. Then, she looked back at Kormiko, waiting for him to say something. Her hand brushed against his ever so slightly, and she quickly pulled back, her face turning bright pink. At least it was too dark to notice. Freya finally looked at Kormiko, openly, as though there was nothing between them. She saw something she somehow hadn’t managed to see before: the spark in his eyes. When she looked at Kormiko, she couldn’t help but feel that hope still existed. If she fell, there would be someone to help her up; if she spoke, there would be someone to listen to her words; and most of all, if she cried, there would be someone to wipe the tears away.

However, Freya knew how rare her tears were. They wouldn’t come—no, she would never give herself to tears. Seeing Kormiko’s eyes, brought a wave of emotion to her chest, but even then, tears seemed so far away. There was no reason to cry, even if regret was poking at her stomach. If her mother found out about what she had done tonight, what would she say? Would she burst into tears? Freya didn’t know; she didn’t want to know.

But everything seemed to wash away as Freya looked at Kormiko; there was something magical about feeling like you belonged somewhere, with someone. Freya knew she didn’t belong here in the Capitol, but she did know she belonged with Kormiko.

No, a voice in her head said. Kormiko was older than her; he would never love her. Freya was only playing tricks with her head, wasn’t she? How could Kormiko ever fall for her? It was an impossible thought.

Freya shifted backwards just the slightest bit. Maybe it would be better if she just escaped this place once and for all. She could do it alone, without Kormiko. Then, she wouldn’t have to face her feelings; she wouldn’t have to face the conflict she felt, creeping up on her. She was desperate for Kormiko, but at the same time, she lived in a realistic world. She wasn’t a person of fantasies, but rather of realities. She had dreams, but she kept them real. Falling in love with Kormiko: that definitely wasn’t real.

“Kormiko?” Freya asked softly. “Stay with me.” Her courage had out-done her doubt. Freya looked up into Kormiko's eyes, suddenly trapped in them. She took a step forward, her hand nearly interlocked in his. She didn't want to enter her house alone; she didn't want to face this life on her own. She wanted a friend to do it with her. How silly it was for Freya to think this way. But it was true, Freya thought. She was a lonely girl, with a big heart.

She wanted more.

[/justify][/size][/color]

Last Edit: Oct 9, 2011 8:16:50 GMT -5 by Deleted

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 11, 2011 21:30:43 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 11, 2011 21:30:43 GMT -5

Stay with me...

What did she mean? Kormiko looked at her curiously, the words meant more, he just didn’t know. The words made Kormiko feel light, they made him feel happy. A slight buzz ran through him at those words. Kormiko had been in love before, but it had never felt like this, maybe it hadn’t been what he had thought. Maybe he was just crushing on a little girl. Kormiko scowls, Freya was not old enough she was fithteen . Kormiko chastises himself. He was being stupid, besides why would Freya like him; he had basically gotten her a one way ticket to death, jail, a life of pain and misery. Why would you love someone like that? The guilt already twisted Kormiko, if anything... anything was to happen to Freya he would never forgive himself, he cared about her deeply, love... There that word again. The word sent shivers down Kormiko, they weren’t unpleasant.

Kormiko’s thoughts were interrupted by Freya... grabbing his hand, it wasn’t a full on hand hold, but she was holding Kormiko’s hand. Kormiko felt his heart flutter ever so slightly faster, he felt so light and bright that anyone must be able to see him. He was in love, but with the wrong person. He couldn’t be with Freya; the conflict was an emotional turmoil inside him. The rational part of him told him it was so wrong, yet Kormiko still wanted it so much. He wanted Freya to hold his hand like that. His last girlfriend had been perfect, the perfect body, appearance everything had been perfect except for one thing. She hadn’t been Freya.

Kormiko suddenly realised love was strange it was different, the person didn’t need to be the most gorgeous the most charming and loveable person, they only had to be that to you and Freya; smart ass, strong, brave Freya was that person. She was everything he wanted, needed. Kormiko gripped Freya’s hand tighter, he didn’t care if anyone saw him holding her, it was all he wanted.

And still he wanted more.

Kormiko slowly and reluctantly let her hand go. Sure he didn’t care about getting in trouble, but he did care about Freya. He wanted her safe and for her to be safe she needed to get inside, into to bed. As if nothing ever happened. Kormiko didn’t want to part ways yet, he wanted to help her. So he did. Kormiko reached over and grabbed the pile of books in her arms, they brushed slightly and Kormiko felt an electric shock run through him. It felt amazing. The stack wasn’t very heavy for Kormiko, but it must have been for Freya. He lifted it easily under his arm, wrapping his arm around to keep it tight, so it didn’t move.

“Err...” Kormiko didn’t know what to say he was most defiantly not a social expert. “I think, you should go to bed. We can meet up tomorrow; my house, if you want? I can pick you up and we can go there and go through all this stuff... it’s up to you,” Kormiko stopped, he hadn’t meant to say that much. He felt the heat rise in his face, the blush spread across one check to another.

Kormiko looked away from her brown eyes hastily; he didn’t want her to see his face. In an attempt to hide his embarrassment Kormiko shoves his free hand in his pocket and says huffily. “Yeah, it’s up to you, I don’t care. Whatever.” Kormiko looks down at the ground, so that Freya couldn’t see the scowl on his face. He was acting like a ten year old, all shy and embarrassed around a girl. Taking deep soothing breaths he looks up at Freya and waits for her reply. For the first time Kormiko actually notices that Freya’s hair was dark brown, it had a slight curl to it. It made Freya look cheeky...and beautiful. Kormiko felt the blush spread across his cheeks again. He ignored it this time in the hopes it would go away.

Kormiko felt like he knew Freya he felt so close to her. Kormiko was starting to fall for Freya, he only hoped she felt the same way.[/blockquote][/color][/justify][/size][/size][/size]

Last Edit: Nov 8, 2011 18:30:16 GMT -5 by cass

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 14, 2011 23:32:22 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 23:32:22 GMT -5

Freya was falling. Her hopes, her dreams, her wild ambitions: they were just above her reach. And now, they were out of her grasp, drifting further away each second. Freya felt a pang of sorrow hit her chest as she looked at Kormiko. He obviously didn’t like her the way she liked him. He was looking at the ground, his hands in his pockets. He looked like all he wanted, was to get away, anywhere but here. He didn’t even ask her to meet again. Instead, he treated the subject like it had no importance whatsoever. He treated Freya like she was nothing special in his life. “Yeah, it’s up to you. I don’t care. Whatever.” Kormiko didn’t care. He didn’t care about Freya at all. And that was what hurt her. He was leaving the choice up to her, to decide if they were to meet again. It was so ungentlemanly, and it could only mean one thing. He wanted out. He didn’t like Freya. He didn’t want to be with her.

Freya almost wanted to slap Kormiko. She had been wrong about him. Maybe he hadn’t actually accepted her for who she was. She was just an ignorant, stubborn, driven girl, and maybe Kormiko still hadn’t gotten past her stubbornness. But why hadn’t he just told her? Why had he waited for her to figure it out? Why couldn’t he just say that he didn’t want to talk to her anymore? If he really didn’t want to be her friend, or in Freya’s mind, even much more than that, he could have easily backed down earlier. Yet, he had nearly broken Freya’s heart in the worst way possible. He had let her think that there was some hope of him falling for her, just as she fell for him, while in reality, they were miles apart.

Why? Freya thought. Why were they miles apart? Why was Kormiko keeping them miles apart? She still didn’t understand. Yeah, maybe she was a bit stubborn and a bit annoying, but Kormiko had seemed to accept that before. Was he really that ashamed of Freya? For a moment, Freya looked into his eyes, searching for truth. But she couldn’t find it. Freya felt tension in her fingers, as she formed them into a fist. Anger bubbled inside her. She couldn’t believe Kormiko would do such a thing: merely leave her hanging like this, ready to walk away from her. It was such a little thing, such a small concern, but in Freya’s mind, it seemed so big. The fact that Kormiko hadn’t come out and told her the truth yet: that’s what bothered her. Truth was everything to Freya.

Freya’s stare turned into a glare, as the anger overcame her. “No,” she said. “I’m fine. I’d rather not go to your house. You can go have fun with your stylist friends! Just…just leave me alone.” She was surprised by how soft her own words were. Maybe it was because her throat was so closed up by tears, she had absolutely no energy to do anything except croak the words out. Maybe it was because she was so afraid of her parents waking up she knew she couldn’t waken them. Maybe there was no reason. Maybe the words had just come out that way.

Freya dropped her box of books and such right on the steps. Kormiko hadn’t even volunteered to carry them while they were walking home. “Keep them,” Freya said sternly, crossing over to her door. Before another word could come out of Kormiko’s mouth, she put her hand on the doorknob, opened it, and made her way inside, slamming the door a little too hard on her way in. She didn’t care whether her parents heard, or whether they found out she was out. It didn’t matter. Freya quickly ran for the stairs, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. What a fool she was, for thinking Kormiko could have ever liked her. She thought back to the first time they had met; did he still look back upon those times? Is that how he saw Freya: an annoying, forceful, overconfident child of fifteen? Freya didn’t care anymore. She didn’t want to care. She wanted to forget Kormiko.

But she knew it wasn’t that easy. She quickly reached the top of the stairs, and entered her room. In a moment, she was splayed across her soft bed, the stars twinkling through her window. Her tears stained the blue bedspread. She heard her parents’ footsteps downstairs. She knew they were probably suspicious, probably consulting one of the Avoxes on why the door slammed, who had just gotten into the house. For all they knew, it could have been an imposter. When Freya realized her dad was punishing the Avoxes for her own stupidity, she cried even harder. Screaming into her pillow, she felt herself breaking inside. She wasn't sure who she was anymore. Then again, who did?

For a moment, her confidence took a deep drop. She was destructive and careless. One day her ignorance would kill her. She knew that for a fact. And usually that idea was comforting. It meant that she still had something important to hold onto.

But right now, she had nothing left. Nothing.

[/blockquote][/justify][/color]

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 15, 2011 21:32:18 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 15, 2011 21:32:18 GMT -5

The door slammed in his face. The last few seconds replayed in Kormiko’s mind. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He had said what he truly meant... He wanted to be with Freya. He wanted to scream and yell to stand right here and knock on the door, climb up to her window... anything for her. Kormiko would do anything for Freya.

So Kormiko walked away.

Freya didn’t want him. She never did. It was all Kormiko being a stupid idiot; it was all in his head. Kormiko walked off the stairs, dragged by a heavy heart. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. The tears just wouldn’t come out. He felt dry and sad, the fire within him was dead, everything he felt was dead, and he felt numb. Fire. The books Kormiko stops. He might have lost Freya, but he wouldn’t lose everything he risked his life on. Slowly and cautiously he headed back to the house, it was only fifty meters away. Not that far. Kormiko could see the box of books sitting there untouched, he had asked Freya to carry them, but she had promptly told him she could handle it. Kormiko wrapped his hands around the box tightly. It was full of books... and the key. Freya had left it behind. Kormiko picked it up and looked at it in the palm of his hand. It was his chance to go to Freya and tell her how he felt. If she didn’t feel the same, than he would leave, he wouldn’t come back.

Kormiko clenched his hand around the key. It was his second chance, the key to his heart. Everything he needed. Placing the box of books carefully in the bushes beside her front door, he made sure he would think this through first. He knew it would be a bad idea to just go into the house, but that was all he had. Kormiko didn’t feel eager to go into a house; he didn’t even know where Freya slept. Love made you do crazy things. Well, Kormiko had fallen for Freya, he wanted to know how she felt. Taking a deep breath Kormiko steadies the butterflies in his stomach. He felt sick at what he was about to do. Not only had he broken into a building and set important things on fire now he was breaking into Freya’s house. Kormiko corrects himself, he wasn’t breaking in. Freya hadn’t locked the door; he was just...letting himself in.

Kormiko clutches the key tighter in his hand; it was all that was keeping him up. The key was all that was persuading him to do what he was about to do.

Kormiko’s hand reached out towards the door knob, he was surprised to see it shaking slightly. The door knob felt cool beneath his grip. Kormiko stopped and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. Not even Freya. He had only been gone ten minutes, deciding what he wanted to do. Was he that easy to forget? Kormiko shook his head slightly, he needed to focus. Slowly he twisted the door knob, opening it slightly, just a crack. Kormiko peered in cautiously, he was also curious to see what kind of place she lived in. Kormiko opened the door more and more until it was fully open. He stops releasing his hand from the knob. This was his last chance to back down. He wasn’t going to.

The fear Kormiko felt made his first step wobbly, as he moved further in his confidence grew. Silently he closed the door behind himself. He regretted it, it was his only escape. Kormiko looks around himself, he bights his lower lip mulling over his few options; a door to his left or the stairs. He chooses the stairs. As he mounts the first stair he tests it, he did not want it to creak and warn everyone in the house. His stomach churned black dots swam across his vision. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but he had to. He needed to. After the first stairs the rest were easy; the downside to having a modern house, no squeaky stairs. As he reached the top of the stairs he froze, disbelief washed through him; how could he have ever believed he could have done this. There were so many doors; a hall way full of them. Which was Freya’s?

Kormiko looked around uncertainly, he didn’t have much time. A soft sound reached his ears; It was the sound of someone crying. Kormiko’s heart tore, there could only be one person crying at this time of the night. Kormiko listened and followed. He was lead to a door not far into the hallway, it wasn’t closed, but not opened properly. Sadness plagued Kormiko, he couldn’t believe he had done this to Freya, he couldn’t believe he had made her cry.

He didn’t deserve her.

Kormiko looks down at his hand, down at the key. Doubt swirled in him, he shouldn’t be here. Why was he? The key, it no longer meant anything. Freya did, she didn’t want him. Kormiko places the key on the ground soundlessly. He turned around and headed back outside. Away from Freya.

He had ruined her life enough already.

[/color] [/blockquote][/justify][/size]

Last Edit: Nov 8, 2011 18:31:22 GMT -5 by cass

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 16, 2011 13:02:42 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2011 13:02:42 GMT -5

Freya's cries ceased to die down. Everything seemed to be pouring out of her. When she had tantrums like this, they rarely happened in her room. She was never afraid to have in the living room, on the other side of the house, or even in public: really wherever she was when things seemed to go wrong. But this time, she was completely alone, with only her pillow as a companion. She couldn’t sort her thoughts at all. In fact, Freya’s outbursts were usually much more dangerous than this.

Considering she hadn’t thrown anything across the room yet, it might be okay. Maybe her destructive instincts had decided to stay at a low level this time. But maybe not; who really knew? Freya curled up closer to her pillow, shivering against the cold of her room. Her cries became louder; everything seemed to be falling apart. Every piece of happiness she had left was vanishing, pulling away from her. Freya felt like she was being ripped apart, now only a small fragmented heart with no love, nothing at all.

She was alone now. Her parents didn’t love her, Kormiko didn’t love her, and quite honestly, no one did. If she disappeared, no one would come after her. If she ran away, no one would care. Freya felt that lightbulb, flickering in her head. What if she did run away? What if she got away from this horrible place, and found a new home somewhere else? Freya sat up, suddenly enlightened by the idea. She wiped tears from her eyes, a small flame of hope buried deep inside her chest. Faintly, she heard footsteps and immediately pulled herself up from her bed. Her hair was everywhere, her eyes were red and swollen with tears, and she was shivering weakly from head to toe.

Freya put her hand to the doorknob, opening it quickly, expecting to see her mother standing there in question. But instead, it was Kormiko. A wave of anger hit Freya. If she had something in her hands, she would have thrown it, but being empty-handed, she was at a loss against her temper. How dare Kormiko! How dare he break into Freya’s house like it was totally normal, after breaking her heart! Did he even know how much he had heart her when he had practically admitted he had no love for her? Freya gritted her teeth, something almost inhuman flowing through her. She had shared secrets with this young man; she had shared adventures with him, and now…it was all over, wasn’t it? He didn’t want her, even when she longed for him day and night.

Freya stood at the edge of her doorway, glaring at Kormiko. “Ten seconds and I’m calling the police.” Her voice failed her; her anger wasn’t enough to overpower how hurt she was feeling. She had set her expectations so high…and now they were ruined and destroyed. Freya wanted to scream and push Kormiko down, but somehow, that was humanly impossible. She still loved him. She loved the young man that had broken her heart.

Everything was over dramatized in Freya’s head. Little did she know, and little did she want to know. What she was seeing was that Kormiko didn’t care for her, so that was obviously what she was tempted to believe. It wasn’t just Kormiko though. It was everyone. It was everyone out there that could look at Freya and call her ridiculous. Immediately, Freya heard footsteps from downstairs, nearing the staircase. Perfect. Just by the tone and the weight of the steps, she could tell they belonged to her mother. Had she heard Freya’s cries? Was she really coming to check up on her daughter?

Freya realized, she was now stuck with a decision. She could easily get Kormiko out of her life forever and get him to leave her alone, if she turned him into the police, which would mean letting her mother find the “stranger.” However, there was something that caused Freya to reach out and grab Kormiko’s arm. There was something, some sort of nostalgic love that caused her to pull him into her room and shut the door carefully behind her. She felt some strange emotion creeping up on her as she pushed him ruthlessly into her large closet, closing him in. "Shut up and stay there until I tell you it's clear." Some lusting feeling inside of her, hoped that she had pushed him hard enough to hit the wall, while another feeling inside of her, much more sympathetic, wished only that she hadn’t hurt him.

Quickly, Freya ran to her bed, burying herself beneath the covers. Closing her eyes, she pretended to sleep, a shiver running down her spine every time her chest fell. Her door opened, and she could feel her mother’s silent stare. Freya tried to keep still, and soon enough, the door shut. Freya’s mother had left. Once she heard footsteps descending the stairs, Freya quickly jumped out of her bed once more, her sheets falling this way and that. She rushed to the closet door, putting her hand on the knob. “She’s gone,” Freya whispered through the door to Kormiko. Then, it all came back to her: why she was angry at Kormiko, why she had cried her eyes out, and what he had done to her. He didn’t deserve her kindness. She should let him get caught; really, why had she saved him from trouble? Because she still loved him?

Every ounce of sympathy left Freya, and her hand froze on the knob. She couldn’t let him out. She didn’t owe him anything. He deserved to suffer just the way she was suffering. So instead of opening the door and letting Kormiko out, Freya did something rash. Ignorance overcame her, as her fingers hesitated to turn the knob.

Freya’s hands let go of their grip on the knob, and her fingers clicked the lock.

She dropped her hand when she realized she had just trapped Kormiko in. No words could escape her, only tears. Freya turned around, putting her back against the door. She struggled to take a deep breath, sinking to the floor. Her hands touched the soft carpet, her back eased against the door’s wooden pattern. Bringing her knees to her chest, Freya rested her head on them, tears escaping her throat. Kormiko was only inches away from her, on the other side of the door; and all Freya wanted was to be with him. Conversely, she never wanted to see him again.

Freya’s life was an unsolvable puzzle, with pieces that just didn’t fit.

Freya felt monstrous and destructive, but it was all she had left of herself. She was ignorant and unseeing, forgetting to take things for what they were worth. Too serious, but too rash: that’s what people considered her. There was no doubt about it. She never thought before she acted. She was always the one to jump into things, before she had a plan to get out.

But surely, Freya knew, she had neither the energy nor the want to unlock her closet door. Tears rolled down Freya’s cheeks, as thoughts invaded her mind.

(OOC: Might edit this a little bit later....)

[/color][/blockquote][/justify]

Last Edit: Oct 16, 2011 17:32:50 GMT -5 by Deleted

cass
Retired Staff

4,822 POSTS

last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 17, 2011 0:10:37 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 17, 2011 0:10:37 GMT -5

Shock was the only reason that stopped Kormiko from yelling in surprise as Freya grabbed his arm. One moment she’s telling him she will call the police, next moment she’s grabbing his arm. If it hadn’t have been for the surprise he would not have expected Freya to be able to drag him into her room. Kormiko could hear the footsteps, but how was it? Well, Kormiko didn’t want to find out. It was already to be dangerous enough for him to be here and now... he shouldn’t have come. He shouldn’t be here, but Freya meant too much. He loved her, he really did. Kormiko didn’t want to get caught. He didn’t want Freya to call the police. So obediently he moved into the closest.

Big mistake. Kormiko should have known, he should have, bad thing happen to people who hide in closest. Kormiko heard the door open. He heard the soft breathing of what could have only been Freya’s mother. Kormiko’s heart quickened any moment she could find out he was here... Freya could tell. Kormiko felt his heart tear, he felt so sad, so incredibly sad. A gaping hole in his chest, where once Kormiko had had Freya. She had filled that void that now threatened to destroy. For the first time in Kormiko’s life he cried. Tears rolled silently down his face, they were unwelcome, but wanted. He needed the emotional release.

Kormiko barely heard the footsteps as Freya’s mum left. All he could think about is when Freya had smiled at him... When Freya had hugged him. The happiness and shock he had felt; now when he thought of that moment he felt pain and agony. Kormiko didn’t even register the sound of the closest locking on him, he didn’t’ care it was what he deserved. Maybe the Peacekeepers should find him, drag him to the jail or torture, and punish him. It was everything he deserved.

Kormiko reached for the closest door, he tugged at it curiously. Locked. Kormiko didn’t care. His misery swallowed him it was all he felt, he couldn’t believe everything had happened. It had all changed all within a few short hours, just one sentence. One sentence, it had changed it all. Kormiko didn’t know this though. He thought Freya hated him, he thought Freya didn’t love or care about him. Kormiko stopped crying and wiped the tears away from his face, it wouldn’t help him to cry.

Kormiko had nothing.

What was the point wasting his life. Yes, what was the point? Kormiko took a shuddering breath. Then the tears started again they raced down his face faster more furious than before. He couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to. The only thing that stopped Kormiko from being washed away in his misery was the soft sobs that came from the other side of the closet. Freya. Pain ran through him. He had caused this all; he had made her cry so much. Kormiko didn’t want Freya in so much pain and misery, she didn’t deserve it. Kormiko reached to the door again, he begged within himself that it wouldn’t be locked, it was. He tugged at it a bit harder, harder and harder. It wouldn’t open.

Kormiko tugged and tugged it wouldn’t open. Only one person could open it and she was on the other side.

“Freya? Please open the closet.” He spoke firmly, but anyone could have picked the uncertainty beneath his words. Freya was upset and Kormiko knew from past experience when she was upset she did rash things.

Something inside Kormiko told him she wasn’t going to open it. She was far too upset, too unhappy. She wasn’t the Freya Kormiko wanted, she was the Freya Kormiko hoped not to see. Kormiko loved the smart confident girl. The girl he had fallen in love with, not the rash depressed girl on the other side of the closet. Kormiko could easily break his way out, but what would be the point? He needed Freya’s trust to talk to her, and breaking her cupboard door was not the answer. Reluctantly he waited to see if Freya could hear his plead above her sadness. He leaned back against the wall and waited for the girl he loved to do the right thing.

Kormiko knew it was unlikely. He had to hope.

OOC: Rambled too much. It's not the best. Sorry xD[/blockquote][/justify][/color][/size]

Deleted

0 POSTS
last seen Nov 22, 2024 10:06:01 GMT -5

Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio] Oct 25, 2011 21:57:56 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2011 21:57:56 GMT -5

Freya was completely helpless. She had nothing left to do, nowhere left to go. She was confused to the point where all she wanted to do was fall fast asleep, wrapped in the comfort of her own bedsheets. It was such a tempting idea: her bed was only a few steps away. Though, Freya knew it was not an option. Kormiko was locked in her closet, anger was overtaking her mind, and everything was turning around on her. She couldn't leave Kormiko in the closet forever, could she? He would start screaming or shouting, and then her mother would find out. Or maybe he could end up breaking down the door. That would definitely end well.

Freya knew there were only two answers: let Kormiko out or get away. Letting Kormiko out was not an option. She couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough to accept the past that nagged at her. Letting Kormiko loose again was not something Freya was ready to do. He didn't love her; she knew that for a fact. Though, it was the idea that deep down, Freya still loved Kormiko. It was that idea that made her feel helpless and weak. She knew that the reason she still had him locked in her closet, was because she loved him: because she didn't want to let go of him. She was too afraid of the future, of seeing him leave her.

Still, she also wanted to see him suffer. She wanted to see him suffer for the pain he was causing her. Conversely, seeing Kormiko suffer, keeping him locked up: that's what really made her suffer. It was like a circle with no end, a paradox with no answer.

Who was that girl, with the wavy brown hair and the chocolate-colored eyes? What had she really become? It was a question that Freya was almost sure would remain unanswered. She was wasting her time, worrying about Kormiko. She needed to move on. That was the only answer. She imagined the tributes in this year’s hunger games, curled up in the snow, trying to fight against the bitter cold.

It was difficult to even visualize; her life could never be that bad. They had it so much worse. Thinking about it, Freya felt selfish. She felt like there was so much more out there, and she only needed to reach out. She couldn’t stay here and worry about her feelings. She had to run away, act quickly, and do something. If that meant leaving everything she knew behind, so be it. There was a whole world ahead of her, a world she wanted to conquer.

Freya couldn’t stay here and waste her time. She had narrowed down her options to one. And that was this: run away. This time, though, it was different. Running away wasn’t just an indecisive promise, an unrealistic fantasy, or a few words that felt good as they tumbled out of her mouth. Running away was reality.

Freya bit her lip, stopping the tears that were flowing from her eyes, and then, she stood up. Her knees trembled beneath her, but she quickly found her strength. The hardest part was getting to the door; after that, it would be easy. Something stirred inside of her. She couldn’t leave without one last goodbye. Even if she was going to let go of Kormiko, there was no way she could leave without one last word. Her throat was dry and no words would escape, so instead of speaking, she grabbed a slip of paper from her desk.

Taking a pen, she wrote a single word on the slip. “Goodbye,” it read in her scribbled but elegant writing. She traced a small heart next to the word, tears falling down her cheeks. She didn’t want to leave, but she knew she had to. Kormiko was just a distraction, a man who was much too old for her, a man that really didn’t love her. He was just a fantasy. He was Freya’s lost dream.

Freya took the slip of paper and knelt next to the closet door. Then, she gently slid it under. Standing up, Freya looked back one last time before departing. Without thinking, she already knew where she was going. She knew what she was about to do. She was going to run away.

So that’s exactly what she did.

Bringing absolutely nothing, she ran from her room, down the stairs, and slipping on her shoes, ran straight out the front door. The chilly Autumn air hit her immediately. Still, she ran. She shivered slightly, but soon, the cold weather felt relieving. She looked back, making sure no one was following her. All Freya wanted was to escape this place: the Capitol. She wanted to know what was beyond, past the boundaries. She spent so much time wasted here. She wanted it no longer.

Soon, Freya felt the tears arising again. All the thoughts rushing through her brain: they were weighing her down. She slowed down, catching her breath. She wasn’t even sure where she was going anymore. She had been ridiculous to think she could actually get out of here, with absolutely nothing, and absolutely no one. But at least, she was alone for now. Freya looked up and down the street. It was dark and deserted, but probably only a few blocks from her own. She didn’t see Kormiko anywhere, but who knew? Maybe he was trying to break out of the closet right now? He would eventually. It wasn’t that hard to break down a door, was it? Freya suddenly balled her hands up into fists. Anger coursed through her, and suddenly she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“If you really did love me back, you’d come after me! You’d find me! You’d tell me it's all going to be okay!” Freya didn't care if she was talking to the wind. She knew she was overreacting, but somehow, it felt good to get the drama out. Kormiko had proven it: he had proven that Freya meant nothing to him, when he had told her he didn’t care. Who cares if Freya had taken his words the wrong way? She had heard them, and that’s all that mattered.

All Freya wanted to do was punch Kormiko square in the face; all she wanted to do was hurt him in whatever way she could. She wanted to see him suffer. But at the same time, she knew that somewhere deep down in her heart, she really did love him. She loved him more than anyone else in her entire life. He had been the only one who listened to her, who had understood her many stories and ideas. He was the one who had lit the first flame, who had started the fire. He had made a promise of loyalty to her.

And yet, Freya hated him with a deep burning passion. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to care. His smile was just a memory.

Freya kicked the ground with her shoe, tears staining her face. She let out one last cry of agony before letting the tears fall again. This was too much for her, too much for a girl of fifteen, and it wasn’t just Kormiko. It was her mother: the woman who spent days hiding from her only children; her father: the man who spent half his life beating Avoxes; the games: the reality that Freya couldn't watch without breaking inside; and the world beyond the Capitol: the world Freya yearned to see. It was everything that haunted Freya day and night.

Kormiko was only making it worse.

OOC: I apologize, Freya has a few....anger issues.(:

[/justify]