run fast | [Lenoura/Clara]
Jan 11, 2012 19:36:57 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Jan 11, 2012 19:36:57 GMT -5
decembervale
district ( s e v e n )
"Happiness hit her
like a t r a i n
on a track.
like a t r a i n
on a track.
Coming towards her
stuck s t i l l
no turning back."
The morning Sun seeped through the window of the Vale household, a bright band of light settling onto a pair of closed eyelids. December crinkled her eyes in irritation to the Sun’s beams, yearning for extra hours of sleep. She blocked the light with her pale hands, but awakening became inevitable with the loud singing of the jabberjays outside her window and the slow shuffling of her mother’s feet across their wooden floor. For the sleeping beauty, she understood that these simple sounds were the earliest signs of day approaching. She slowly cracked her brown eyes open, her pupils dazzled by the immediate sunlight that blanketed the surface of her face. Her eyes focused just in time to catch her mother withdrawing their home, gently closing the door behind her. A slight sigh passed through her lips at the sight, and she slowly sat straight up in her cramped bed. As she stretched her limbs from the previous night’s rest, she reflected on the last time she truly spoke to her mother.
The thing is, she thought, I can’t remember the last time.
Not that they were bitter to each other, far from it. But, with Mary Vale juggling three jobs everyday in order to provide basic necessities for herself and December, and December constantly putting her life on the line and hiding from peacekeepers in order to hunt the food that fills both of their bellies, it’s no surprise that hardly a few words have passed between the two since the past few months. Usually, after a normal day of school and hunting, December would come home late at night only to discover Mary already sound asleep. December would cook, eat alone, and follow suit afterwards. In the morning, she’d find last night’s kill gone - along with her mother, who would bring the leftover food with her for work. The few times that the pair actually ate together, the two would be either so famished and intent on finishing their sparce meal or too tired to even share a word between themselves.
At least if the mother and daughter haven’t spoken a conversation in a while, December could still see Mary in her own reflection.
The long haired beauty stood in front of a rusted mirror, her attention directed towards her warm eyes. They resembled her mother’s perfectly - a wide almond shape that compared to the innocence of a doe, and the kind of rich brown that grew on the bark of the trees in District Seven. These set of exisquite eyes are only one of the many features she inherited from her mother, which include her fair skin, golden hair, and a bony frame. If it wasn’t for the staggering difference in height, they could almost pass off as twins.
The dirty blonde combed out her long hair with her hands, the long structure of her fingers served well to undo intricate knots that would tie themselves together while she tossed and turned in her sleep. With her hair brushed to a seemingly decent appearance, she threw the golden locks over her shoulder into a simple braid. The seventeen year old left her home leather clad, with the exception of her pants which were made of a thin corduroy material that clung to her flesh, making her seem even more skinny than she already is. Her beat up leather jacket and boots hung on her figure like a young child playing dress up with her mother’s wardrobe. However, she shrunk into the warmth it provided happily. Not to mention, the over sized jacket hid her small hunting knife away from the prying eyes of the peacekeepers.
The young lady merrily walked down the ice covered paths enjoying the crunching sound her steps made over the thin layer of snow. The cold that pinched at her cheeks and nose was the good kind of cold that made December happy to be alive, the kind of cold that would make you appreciate mother nature’s wonders.
As December left the residential area and entered the town square, an undeniable smile spread across her face like warm butter melting on toast. She loved the bustle and hustle of the early morning, where the smell of oppurtunity lingered in the crisp, cool air. The teen displayed her smile as she began her slow descent across the town, her cheeks a rosy red despite the freezing temperature.
The crowds of people soon dissolved into almost no one as December neared the exit of the busy town. She expected no one to be near the woods at this time of day, an easy access to get in without being under the watchful eye of another.
She walked in silence and solitude as she approached the entrance of the forest. Her stomach grumbled loudly as if sensing that food was near. Her mouth slightly watered at the thought of what she’d get today. A rabbit? A duck? Even a squirrel would do.
Finally, she stood at the border that seperated wild from civilization. She faced her eyes above, pinpointing the tip of the tree that seemed to press against the sky as a helium balloon does to a ceiling. December’s lips curved upwards again as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the pine scent. She stood on the edge of her tippy toes with her arms outstretched far above her head. The huntress suppressed all thoughts of how idiotic she must’ve looked as of that moment if someone chanced to see her. An oversized child closing her eyes with her arms reaching out for nothing. December laughed a little to herself when she pictured it, but aside from that, all she kept in mind is that she is a tree.
The highest tree in District Seven, piercing through the blue sky itself. Swaying in the wind melodically - free from famine, disease, worry, and burden.
Oh, she really must’ve looked like an idiot.
