❝ T o R C H E S . ❞ | Lenoura
Jan 9, 2012 18:09:55 GMT -5
Post by {danny} on Jan 9, 2012 18:09:55 GMT -5
axsoa saerio , district eleven .
sometimes life it takes you by the hair, pulls you down.
before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again.
i've been in places and i won't pretend
that i make it out just to fall on my head.
sometimes life it takes you by the hair, pulls you down.
before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again.
i've been in places and i won't pretend
that i make it out just to fall on my head.
[/size]Axsoa hates school. There was just something about it, maybe all the work they made him do, or the part about it being so... enclosed, away from everything else. The air around them wasn't the air that was in the forest, even if the particles did all come from the same trees. It was as if once the Oxygen hit the perimeter of school, it was no longer nature, it was man-made to help us live, so artificial and fake. But that was how the capitol lived, right? Surviving day-by-day using machinery and plastic, so it's not that bad.
But who cares? The day was over, the loud ring was the hint and Axsoa flew from his chair, not looking back. Rushing through the crowd, he accidentally hit a blond girl. "I am so sorry!"
He never saw the girl in school, and she couldn't be any older than him. Axsoa noticed she was an odd-ball here too, no dark skin. Conversation couldn't hurt, since Axsoa didn't have many friends. The only friend he seemed to have that was always at his side wasn't even human, it was his cat - Whiskers. "I don't see you around here much, do you go here?" Althoug that was a risky topic, Axsoa knew not much harm could come from it.
He glanced around and looked at the woods. Trees stuck out of the ground like hands calling for him, and once he got close, they would pull him in. The cold breeze made Axsoa pull his gray jacket over him even tighter, the uniform they made him wear was uncomfortable and not too good against the cold. He didn't know which District made the clothes, but he wanted to write them a mean letter about this.
ooc; this sucks.