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*no kid, not tonight {brik Jan 9, 2012 22:41:10 GMT -5

Post by glitter . on Jan 9, 2012 22:41:10 GMT -5

That was it. The minute that her aunt demanded that Glaucia attend school, she had wondered what in the hell was wrong with her family. First off, her Mother. Her Mother, of all people, had decided to send her own daughter to district four. Her father, she was quite sure she had no partaking in this child abuse that was living in the fishing district, especially when her mother knew about her detest of eating fish. It'd been a messy incident when she was a young child, in which involved a very expensive party dress with all the pink tulle and white deerskin boots to match; drinking too much soda and eating too much fried cod at a particular birthday party and once the pony rides were brought out, you can assume that the dress and boots ended up soiled. She'd hated orange soda and any kind of fish ever since, probably due to the fact tha she adored the dress. And that it was probably her last memory from her eighth birthday party, since she was pretty sure she passed out and woke up the next morning feeling cranky. Even if it was nine years ago, it was still one of those traumatizing childhood memories that just scarred you for life.

Which was why as she was standing in the mirror before the school had started, she smelled the burning flesh of the fish and the promise of "Fish Bacon!" and she sighed. She hated it here. Well, she didn't mind being able to go down to the beach and go swimming on occasion, or the fact that her hair was becoming more healthy because she wasn't dying it daily as she'd done in the capitol, more so monthly, but living here wasn't something she particularly liked. Her hair was healthier, but her skin didn't like the salt in the air, so small zits had began to line her cheekbones, which was something that even her capitol-quality concealer couldn't completely cloak. It was something that wasn't going to get her anywhere in life, but it made her feel better that it was more-so hidden. She looked at the thing she'd chosen for her first day of attending the school in the fourth district, something that she could call worthy of the capitol. Just to knock those district four kids out with a feather. A dark, soft cotton tank top and a darker leather cheerleader-style skirt belted by a red piece of leather. It matched her hair, which as usual, was straightened until it became even more unhealthy than usual... And she looked into the mirror with a perfectly content expression.

Walking down the stairs, she carefully walked around the throngs of small toys that her aunt had supplied for her toddler-aged children. The house wasn't huge, nor was her aunt and uncle extraordinarily wealthy people. They were probably middle-class for district four, with three children... And then they'd taken in Glaucia and Bambi, and didn't seem to care or at least didn't express it when Bambi went missing. Sure, her aunt was curious, but when Glaucia told her she'd gone into the woods and never came back... She really didn't seem to care. It was one of those weird traits about her aunt, she was so laid back almost to the point of utter laziness. An admirable quality, but not something that Glaucia was used to... Everything in the Capitol had been so micromanaged, down to the food she'd eaten for breakfast every morning. In the Capitol, it had been a cranberry muffin and a vanilla and mango flavored protein shake served at 9:07 in the morning, when her alarm clock went off. In district four, though.... There was a limp piece of fried cod from the night previous laying on a plate on the counter from anywhere from 7:00 in the morning to whenever her Aunt decided it was cold enough to throw away because Glaucia hadn't eaten it.

Walking out of the door, her strides seemingly perfect in her Capitol-given shoes (Her Mother shipped care packages every month when she remembered and usually included the newest and greatest in capitol footwear. Usually, Glaucia didn't have a use for it, but she'd figured if she wanted to be the District Four Darling, she'd have to dress for the occasion, and had thrown on the newest pair of high heels straight from the capitol) from years of practice, she tried to manage walking on the uneven sidewalk of the district. It was cobblestone, and honestly some of the most difficult stuff to trapeze through. Slowly clicking through the district streets, she finally reached the institute that she called District Four's center for people who trained to be careers but were the least likely of the career districts to win the games. Which basically meant they were the worst of the best. It was a respectable position, sure, but in Glaucia's eyes, they all seemed a little bit inferior to the rest of the careers.

As she lazily walked up the steps into the school, she sighed. Bring on district four and it's sucky academic system.

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*no kid, not tonight {brik Jan 11, 2012 17:06:04 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Jan 11, 2012 17:06:04 GMT -5

"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth."
Nero Ossatura

From the moment he walked up the dusty, cracked concrete steps, he knew something was up. People were gathered in twos or threes or just some small groups, their mouths running with shapes and formations he could almost guarantee was some form of gossip. Everything at this school never remained quiet; if someone accidentally stepped on a flower, it was inevitable that somehow, it would spread. This time, he knew that something had obviously reached everybody's ears that something was going to happen or already did, but he had no idea what. As people excitedly chattered away about something against the rail of the stairs he walked up, he slightly rolled his eyes and entered the school, testing his luck against himself that the gossip in question was undoubtedly stupid. Oh no, did somebody dye their hair or something? he thought sarcastically. I'll find out soon enough...

Nero tried to ignore the girls that gossiped in the hallways as they flailed their hands around to express their words and thoughts, but the sound of their obnoxious high-pitched voices kept knocking down the dam he tried to build around his ears. After about thirty seconds or so after his entrance into the corridor, Nero felt himself developing a headache, and almost didn't notice he was about to walk past his locker. Quickly twisting the little dial in three quick, alacritous motions, his locker quickly clicked open and revealed the mess of everything that had been stuffed into the little black rectangle. Binders, notebooks, pens, pencils, books, anything you could ever think of was put in the locker until it was filled to maximum capacity. Quickly huffing some air out of his mouth and his nose, Nero grabbed his first hour notebook and a slightly bleeding pen and slammed the little metal door shut, quickly continuing on his merry way so he could get to the lunch room and talk to whichever one of his friends just so happened to be there.

On his way though, the high-pitched words that the girls’ casted from their mouths hit his ears, and it was almost like they were forcing him to listen. Nero was almost forced to hear the words ‘Capitol’ and ‘girl’, but he instantly assumed that the two words had no connection whatsoever. He interpreted the two simple words as ‘the Capitol did something’, and then girl as ‘we have a new girl, or that one girl is a bitch’. To him, he really didn’t know or care, and he didn’t exactly want to stop people in the hallways to ask them what the hell everybody was fawning over.

Although, when he had to cross the front office and briefly glanced in the window, his whole vision on that turned around, like a bird that had hit a window and flown away. He saw a girl with electric pink-red hair and high-heels in the building, and he knew from the moment is brown eyes laid sight on her that she was new. Even though he had heard the words ‘Capitol’ and ‘girl’ thirty seconds or so ago, he believed that he finally found the connection between them. Obviously, this girl wasn’t from District Four by the way her hair was colored. Sure, there was some hair dye in the Districts, but in a color that bright and wild, he just began to finally put it together. Just the plain act of looking her up and down gave him more assurance she was from the Capitol. He didn’t know too much about female fashion-wear, but he was pretty sure that clothes like that were almost mythological in the Districts. Huh. So I guess I know what everybody is talking about.

He debated on whether he should go into the front office to greet her ~~and hit on her, because he thinks she is fine~~ or just continue on his little adventure to the lunch room. Nero’s distaste for Capitolites made him want to lift his chin up with his nose in the air, but he didn’t exactly want to be rude either ~~and he didn’t want to miss out on the girl of his dreams~~ . While he scanned her up and down, he couldn’t help but see how… tasteful she was with the chromatic designer clothes and classy heels. Nero felt stupid for taking a fancy in her without him even talking to her first. He also felt quite idiotic for going based off of her looks. She could have been a total snobby bitch (just as he believes that everybody in the Capitol is). But for some reason, she had a playful, gentle edge to her. Shrugging his mental shoulders, he walked into the office where she was, and soon enough, a playful grin displayed across his pale face. “So, the gossip’s true. What’s a beautiful mermaid from the Capitol doing in a place like this?”

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Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."

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*no kid, not tonight {brik Jan 14, 2012 4:21:27 GMT -5

Post by glitter . on Jan 14, 2012 4:21:27 GMT -5

Glaucia had been told she didn't have a soul. It wasn't the best compliment she'd ever gotten, but apparently it wasn't supposed to be an insult, more so of something of a general statement. Her sister had told this to her upon her leaving the district. Bambi had given her a roll of their near-identical eyes and then told her she didn't have a soul. And Glaucia had pondered this for a good amount of time, wondering why in the hell she'd be told that. She'd sat in her room for a good few hours, brushing her hair and stroking the pet cat that her aunt and uncle kept in their house for good luck. One of those district Four superstitions that was utterly ridiculous and somewhat stupid in Glaucia's eyes, but it was indeed nice to have something to stroke as you were wondering why your sister had told you that you didn't have a soul. Your twin sister, in fact. She'd spent the whole weekend just pondering the predicament, eating her meals in her room and rarely leaving the square area that her aunt and uncle had designated as Glaucia's space. The place where Glaucia and Glaucia alone would reside. Sure, Bambi had been grouped with her, but when she'd left, Glaucia had the space to herself. During that time pondering why her sister had called her soulless, she'd tidied up the room, moved the bed her sister had into the small storage supply cubbard right outside the room and had overall made the room her own.

And as she just stood there emotionless, looking at somebody who was using pickup lines, she understood why in the hell she'd been called soulless now. She was pretty much ignorant to her own ways of acting until she noticed how much she frowned upon the district citizens. And just as she was about to snap at someone, somebody who she had not seen but only heard the pathetic wording of something awful. Something as awful, as par say, a pick-up line. You know, the old-fashioned thing that just used puns and wordplay so men would be under the impression that it'd flatter women and convince them into doing things with them. You know. The average scurvy-bar talk. District Four at it's absolute finest. It was such a harsh district, from what she thought. From the history textbooks she'd read back in the capitol, it'd said that District Four was built on what was once a large port of something or another and had always been known for a greasy and slippery reputation. Of course, the district had grown out of this reckless material of crime let fly by due to the games and having the training to the district in the Hunger Games. And possibly the actual rule of the Capitol that had turned the district into one giant soap bubble. That could possibly be it, but some of the talk that the fourth district seemed to had still remained, including the scandalous wordplay that was the pickup line. She pursed her lips and turned around, looking at the person straight in the eyes, sighing.

Well, it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it'd be. Well, actually better than she'd expected, actually. Not bad for a District kid, she presumed. And the closest thing to individual personification she'd seen in district four. Brownish hair, spiked into little pieces. Hazel-ish eyes, that Glaucia would much prefer over her brown ones, but wasn't able to obtain colored contacts in the districts, no matter how much she begged her mother to (She had a pair of lavender one's she'd stuffed into her bag at the last minute, but they were one-use and probably meant to be saved for her homecoming. Or something. If she ever was brought home by her parents, who really needed to save her. As she'd insisted multiple times.) Decent jawline. The works. As she had thought, it was something different than the usual, and while it may not of been Capitol-like, it wasn't horrible and got an A for effort. Of course, an A for effort wasn't going to let cheesy, pathetic little pickup lines slide. Because they were demeaning and if anything, Glaucia was not a mermaid. She was a human being. That got more like a C for effort. And she wasn't sure if it was meant to be a good thing. “So, the gossip’s true. What’s a beautiful mermaid from the Capitol doing in a place like this?”

Glaucia rolled her eyes, and then promptly just smiled, an amused expression laying on her face like a mask made of green mud. Minus the fact that the said mask was non-existent and thus, translucent. The wholeheartedly amused expression that echoed on her face made her look at the boy in a little bit of wonder and a little bit of "Well, what are you doing with your life?" but she just shrugged and looked at him. "Well, are we getting a little bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we? She said ignorantly, looking at the ceiling before turning in a circle and spitting out more words of general ignorance. "Does the allusion to 'mermaid' even mean anything? Anything at all? Or is it just some cheesy district Four pickup line that I haven't heard yet because everybody but you is scared out of their minds?" With a precocious plan of attack and perhaps just a few quick jabs at everything, she then just generally regarded the rest of the words after she said rather pointless and probably wouldn't register with the poor district citizens mind, she mentally shrugged her shoulders and went on with the wordings that made little sense to her, nothenless to an outsider to her mind. "Well, I assume I should introduce myself before I begin to take your little pickup lines down with a knife. Glaucia. Glaucia Achelle Britton.

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*no kid, not tonight {brik Jan 14, 2012 23:02:29 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Jan 14, 2012 23:02:29 GMT -5

"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth."
Nero Ossatura

It was pretty much a given that everybody hated the Capitol. They could eat all of the food they wanted while the rest of the Districts had to fight rumbling stomachs and bones popping out of skin. The Capitolites were free of the Hunger Games while the Districts had the constant fear of ‘what if I went into the arena?’ In short, you could assume that Nero, and a ton of other people, while you were at it, despised the Capitol. They were just people that took advantage of all of the cardinal pleasures of life and let the Districts fend for themselves. They were even as low as to steal from the Districts; not just lives, but all of the food, coal, animals, clothing, ect.

Even though he believed that Capitolites were prissy, snooty people, he refused to believe that the girl, Glaucia, as she named herself was one of those kinds of people. He could understand that she was annoyed that he was using a pick-up line on her, and on her first day too, but the way she shot him down was pretty rude too. Oh well, I had it coming. I’m an asshole that deserved what was coming to him. The little smirk that took claim of his face quickly left, replacing it with a slightly embarrassed look. Red filtered through his cheeks. “Oh… I’m sorry for saying that. By saying you were a mermaid I was saying you were pretty… “ Mentally shaking his head, he forced himself to discontinue the sentence and focus on something else.

Leaning against the front office desk with his left hip, he shoved his hands in his pocket, the first hour notebook tucked neatly under his right arm. Looking down briefly at his shoes as if they would give him advice on what to say next, he figured that since she had been ever so kind as to introduce herself to him, that he should return the hospitality. “Uh… well… my name is Nero. Nero Ossatura.” Bringing a hand up to his forehead, he absentmindedly adjusted the bandana that was wrapped around his forehead. Stuffing his right pointer finger at the left side of the bandana, he ran his finger across the skin of his forehead, efficiently adjusting it to where it would stay for the day.

Out of habit, he also pulled up the collar of his shirt, but even though he tried to hide his gory past, he knew that the collar of his shirt would ride down again, revealing the long scar that did a half moon circle around his neck, along with a few other little cuts surrounding it. He didn’t care if anybody saw and had sympathy for him; if that’s what they wanted to do, then he would let them. But it wasn’t something that he was desperate to hide. But it was something he was ashamed of. A lot of people knew that it had happened to him all those years ago (and that was pretty much the reason why he wasn’t desperate to cover it) but none of them actually came up to him and talked to him about it. Sure, they would glance over it nervously, but not a single utterance about it ever came afloat. He hoped that Glaucia wouldn’t look over it; he knew if she did, she would think that everybody in District 4 was psyco, which wasn’t the impression he wanted to put on somebody, especially a Capitolite.

Clearing his throat and shoving his hand back in his pocket, he looked down from his shoes and up into the charming brown eyes of the Capitolite girl. Well, she’s new here. Wouldn’t the good thing to do now is show her around school and show her all of her classes? I certainly wouldn’t want to run around school wondering where everything is… Bringing his hand absentmindedly out of his pocket, he rubbed the back of his neck and talked to her with a slight lackadaisical tone in his voice. “So… uh… do you have your classes schedule yet? I would be glad to show you around to all of your classes, if you would let me…”