Boredom [Open]
Dec 15, 2011 12:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Steffenee on Dec 15, 2011 12:47:50 GMT -5
Midnight walked down Style Street; she had nothing to do and was bored out of her mind. She had some money from her parents and her mother told her to go buy a new outfit or a painting for her room or something of the sort. She didn’t know if she really wanted to do that, but she sure did want to get out of that house, she didn’t like just sitting around doing completely nothing. She walked down the street looking in store windows, trying to decide if she wanted to go in and look around or not. She couldn’t stand having nothing to do. All her friends were busy today so she really was alone. She knew the Games were going on and that was again, something she couldn’t stand—not that her parents knew that. She finally found a store that she liked and entered it. The store had several nice paintings that she liked but nothing really caught her eye. She left the store and continued to walk down the street.
She was in just a simple dress, a pale pink with some flower pattern on it. She really didn’t dress like some of the people in the Capitol, she liked her simple clothes that kept her from standing out, at least until she was around a whole lot of people that had bright colored hair and tattoos. Her hair pulled back in a single braid; her auburn hair was always away from her pale face, she couldn’t stand it if it wasn’t. On her feet were simple white flat shoes that padded across the sidewalk almost silently among the bustle of the Capitol.
She started to think about her family, about her mother and father, and even her brother. They were all so into these games, but she couldn’t believe that they didn’t find something wrong with it, though most people in the capitol didn’t. She just found it hard to watch people fight for their lives every night. She watched it anyway, she always chose the youngest person in hopes that they might win—she hated seeing children out there. People her age were out there and it was hard to imagine being out in an arena knowing she might never come home; knowing she will probably never come home. She sometimes got her parents to put money towards someone in the games, so that they might win. She liked when her parents put money towards a tribute. She always got to choose the tribute because she was the baby and that was the only time she ever got really into the games—when she was watching the tribute they gave money to.
She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and accidently ran into someone. She stumbled back a few steps before catching herself, only barely though. She looked up to see who she had run into so she could apologize. It had been her fault for being so lost in her thoughts, and for not paying attention at all. She straightened her dress before looking at the person and smiling some ”I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention,” she said quietly.
[/justify]She was in just a simple dress, a pale pink with some flower pattern on it. She really didn’t dress like some of the people in the Capitol, she liked her simple clothes that kept her from standing out, at least until she was around a whole lot of people that had bright colored hair and tattoos. Her hair pulled back in a single braid; her auburn hair was always away from her pale face, she couldn’t stand it if it wasn’t. On her feet were simple white flat shoes that padded across the sidewalk almost silently among the bustle of the Capitol.
She started to think about her family, about her mother and father, and even her brother. They were all so into these games, but she couldn’t believe that they didn’t find something wrong with it, though most people in the capitol didn’t. She just found it hard to watch people fight for their lives every night. She watched it anyway, she always chose the youngest person in hopes that they might win—she hated seeing children out there. People her age were out there and it was hard to imagine being out in an arena knowing she might never come home; knowing she will probably never come home. She sometimes got her parents to put money towards someone in the games, so that they might win. She liked when her parents put money towards a tribute. She always got to choose the tribute because she was the baby and that was the only time she ever got really into the games—when she was watching the tribute they gave money to.
She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and accidently ran into someone. She stumbled back a few steps before catching herself, only barely though. She looked up to see who she had run into so she could apologize. It had been her fault for being so lost in her thoughts, and for not paying attention at all. She straightened her dress before looking at the person and smiling some ”I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention,” she said quietly.
