A Way For The Wandering -- Natic
Jan 22, 2012 21:50:29 GMT -5
Post by Python on Jan 22, 2012 21:50:29 GMT -5
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The shrieking of her alarm ceased when Demeter Glory slammed her fist against the buttons. The sound of the high-pitched, consistent beeping noise emitting from the decrepit clock was not her most favorable greeting in the early morning. The only thing that persuaded her to climb out of bed was her aching and grumbling stomach. It was an exaggeration to compare the sensation to an earthquake, but at the moment, it was an accurate method to describe her cravings. With a sigh, she attempted to flatten her mess of golden fringes with her hands and stood in front of the tattered curtains of her cramped bedroom. Her jade irises were greeted by rays of morning sunshine after she parted the curtains to reveal the glass window. It was the typical sunshine signaling the end of dawn - rays that were not powerful enough to damage the human skin, but strong enough to illuminate the neighborhood. Demeter wiped flakes of crust away from her eyes and sauntered over to her calendar plastered upon the bedroom door. She released a tiresome yawn that dampened her eyes with tears, and placed her index finger upon the day’s date. She was not scheduled to work in the mines.[/blockquote]
The morning routine that followed was simple, yet transformed her into a young woman whose beauty was suitable for the public eye. She showered and tamed the nest of golden hair that clung to the drenched skin on her chest. With the very little make up she possessed, she covered any facial blemishes while she waited for her mane to dry. Her grandmother owned a cheap hairdryer that emitted a very soft current of cool air, and she used this to reduce the amount of waiting time. Despite her residence in District two, famous for its wealthy citizens, living conditions were unpleasant for Demeter. Her grandparents lived in what could be considered the most archaic house in the entire district. Their belongings were as old as their wrinkled bodies, and as a result of their weakened status, they are unable to produce valuable labor without the risk of injury. When they had adopted Demeter off of the street, they were on the verge of starvation and debt. They could no longer take care of themselves. In return for providing her with a home, Demeter took on the responsibilities of providing food and care. The tasks would be simple if her wages were higher. Even when living in a wealthy district that was considered The Capitol’s ‘favorite’, Demeter was still severely underpaid for her work in the mines.
She dressed herself in plain, but flattering attire. Her white tank top complimented her skin tone and emphasized the size of her chest. With a pair of long jeans and short boots to match she was set for the day, adding only a piece of jewelry to complete the outfit. It was a silver necklace carrying a charm shaped like the sun. Once she retrieved a small pile of bills from within her drawr, she walked out of the house and gingerly shut the front door behind her. Her grandparents would not wake for another hour or so, she predicted. Her first destination, she figured, would be the market. Not all of their food products originated from this particular market, but it never failed to satisfy Demeter with its quality food and average prices. This was the direction in which she headed. Dairy would be the first priority. Her grandmother’s body was threatened by osteoporosis, and although Demeter knew that any amount of calcium she took would not prevent the disease, she felt that it was her duty to potentially relieve its effects by feeding her milk. She also used milk as a precaution to prevent her own body from developing this disorder at an old age.
In the midst of her journey, a dreadfully familiar voice interrupted her train of thought. Godammit. A large figure with greasy hair and a smoker’s smile approached her. Get a life already. ”Hey there, baby cakes,” said the man. He was approximately one inch shorter than she was, though his disgusting excuse for a hairdo counted for at least one more inch. He caressed the underside of her chin with his pudgy index finger. “You were amazing last night.” He finished the statement with a wink. Demeter was tempted to gag. Instead, she forced herself to put on a friendly and seductive façade. He was the reason she had a pile of bills, after all. ”I’m glad my service was pleasurable.” She cooed, batting her eyelashes at him. He responded promptly with a cocky grin. ”It definitely was. You’ll be hearing from me again, babycakes” he replied. He then proceeded to slap his palm against her behind and walk away. As soon as he vanished from sight, she clenched her jaw and growled under her breath. Disgusting pig.
Her head was cocked ever so slightly when she began to walk once again. Her diverted attention and gaze drove her into direct contact with a passing stranger. She bumped into whoever it was and staggered backwards, struggling to keep her balance in time to prevent a fall. Luckily, she was able to maintain her equilibrium. With a sigh of exasperation, she turned to the figure once she regained her correct posture. ”Watch it,” she muttered bitterly, though she regretted it as soon as the words escaped her lips. Her public demeanor was important to her, especially if she hoped to recruit more potential clients. She could not resist temptation, however. The earlier confrontation had fazed her.