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but there's an itch that we've got to scratch. so set the fuse and we'll strike the match.

{close me} i n s i d e [zoë!] Feb 24, 2012 15:27:40 GMT -5

Post by {danny} on Feb 24, 2012 15:27:40 GMT -5

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i see that we're made of
more then blood and bones
see we're made of
sticks and stones
don't forget to breathe

Camera around her neck, fingers on the trigger, Reyna was ready to capture something elegant. Whether it be birds in flight; contrasting against the dull, winter sky. An image of snowfall - if that was going to come - hitting the tips of the trees and sneaking it's way inside. Even if it was a couple holding hands and licking ice-cream. There were many opportunities, but so little that she could catch, and then even more little that would be perfect. Her brown hair was being teased by the wind; pushed into her eyes and making it impossible to keep away. Reyna's skin was taunted as the cold, crisp wind sent shivers and goose-bumps down her arms and legs. The sun was coward to the wind, too, hiding behind any cloud it approached. Most of the time, the sun was a savior to the cold; today, it was not.

She dipped her small hands into her sweatshirt pocket; letting her camera fall down and be supported by the string. Her neck was the only warm part of her bare skin - the black string holding the camera added a tiny bit of warmth. Her parents had warmed her about the temperature. "I'll be fine!" she had argued. She now regrets only wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants; she would do so much right now for a scarf, a pair of gloves, and a hat. That wasn't a surprise to Reyna, she always forgets stuff that she needs; but never the camera. The camera was permanently glued to her, ever since she was ten. She was contemplating whether to go back home and just stay there, and not just go back to get extra stuff.

That wasn't until the first snow-flake landed on her head.

It wasn't a surprise; her nose and cheeks were already red and the temperature was very cold. She looked for the closest thing to a restaurant, it ended up being a coffee shop. As she looked inside, she could see little kids pointing at the window, admiring the snow. Reyna could see people talking - business - and families eating breakfast. It was still only 10 AM, but the best pictures were at night and in the morning. There was no waitress there - or whatever you call the person who brings you to your table - so she just sat on a stool. It could technically be considered a bar, but there was no alcohol...obviously.

"Can I have a cup of coffee; one packet of sugar?" She asked the guy. A minute later the coffee had been given to her. She placed her frozen palm on it and felt relief. "That'll be-" Reyna handed the man the change that she needed to give; she had been there before, and it wasn't her first time sitting here. Reyna took a sip of coffee, and every part in her body felt a bit of warmth growing inside of her. For once, she forgot about her camera.

Last Edit: Mar 11, 2012 15:08:55 GMT -5 by {danny}

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{close me} i n s i d e [zoë!] Feb 25, 2012 3:36:56 GMT -5

Post by ✨ zozo. on Feb 25, 2012 3:36:56 GMT -5

jesse owens district seven
f a m i l y d u t y h o n o r

I remember tears streaming down your face,
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.

It was cold, this morning, and naturally, Jesse Owens was heading for warmth and shelter. Not that his home would be perfectly substantial - except there was always something to do or someone to talk to outside. It grew tiresome and boring in his house with not much to do but sit around, so Jesse pulled on his shoes and a jacket and went out into the chilly, snowing world that was District Seven. Surprisingly, quite a few people were out and about, braving the snow and chilling winds that swept around Jesse unexpectedly, sending invisible tremors sliding down his spine like raindrops on a windowpane.

Fighting the cold, Jesse tightened the snugness of his jacket and plodded on through the snow in his worn-down boots. Normally they'd be dirty and covered in mud, but lately, all of his walking through snow had managed to clean them to a reasonable colour, now a faded version of the original leathered fabric. The sun had decided to hide behind the clouds today, a little to Jesse's disappointment. At least it could warm him up a little - but that was the price for venturing outdoors, being cold. He'd just have to put up with it for the while.

Footprints leaving light imprints in the snow, the only sound leaving Jesse was the thud of feet against snow. Optimistic, as exercise usually left him in a good mood, he felt a little more confident that usual. Lately he'd been trying to open up a little more, get to know people. He was trying mainly for his Dad - who had encouraged him to make some new friends. You can't wallow in the past forever, Jesse, he'd say. You gotta let go of him someday.

Him. They called him Him, because it was taboo to speak his name - any subtle hint and Jesse would be off, fuming in the woods and screaming abuse at trees, words intended for the Capitol - for robbing him of his best friend. Robbing his best friend of his life. Robbing all those 23 kids of their lives, every. single. year. Twenty three times fifty-nine equals one thousand three hundred and fifty seven.

[/i]1357 lives, gone. Soon to be 1380. Crossed off the earth like points on a tally chart. 1380 lives brutally stolen, and for what? Entertainment? Punishment for our ancestors trying to build a better future? Bullshit, he thought with a snarl - and if a Capitolite in their fancy clothes and prissy voices and stuck-up noses had walked past, Jesse would have spat right in their face.

Feeling his temper rise, Jesse shoved his fuming thoughts out of his head in a hurry. He wasn't usually this foul, normally you could find him in a happy, pleasant mood - but any mention and bam, he was angry. He needed a distraction, and quickly. Like coffee, he thought with a perked expression at the sight of the little cafe on the corner of the street. Light snow had began to gently fall to the ground in fluttery wisps, a few landing in Jesse's ruffled hair, and he took it as a sign to go and find shelter in the store. Hurrying as he padded along the pavement, he quickly entered the store and brushed off the snow on his boots, revelling in the warmth that immediately surrounded him as he entered. Comfortable, he unzipped his jacket and wandered over to the counter, taking a moment before paying for his drink - deciding on his usual coffee. Although Jesse didn't drink it by the gallon like some others he knew, including his Dad, it was more than enough help to stay awake on long nights helping his father with the logging business and that extra burst of energy. Today, he just needed to stay focused. Not let his mind drift off to dangerous places.

Yeah. Coffee'd be good.

Taking a swig of the liquid from his cup, Jesse passed over his money and turned with a smile to find a seat. Although the place wasn't overly crowded, Jesse felt like some company, instead of sitting alone like he usually would. He spotted a girl sitting at a table with a similar cup in her hand, a camera laced around her neck. Jesse had never really used a camera before, only seeing a few people around Seven with them, and was fascinated by it, and the girl. Walking over without trying to seem intimidating, he smiled and cleared his throat as to not scare her. "Mind if I join you? he asked with a grin and another sip of his coffee.

Friends. Yeah. He could do this.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
The war outside our door keeps raging on,
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.

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Last Edit: Feb 25, 2012 15:28:51 GMT -5 by ✨ zozo.

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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but there's an itch that we've got to scratch. so set the fuse and we'll strike the match.

{close me} i n s i d e [zoë!] Mar 10, 2012 12:35:47 GMT -5

Post by {danny} on Mar 10, 2012 12:35:47 GMT -5

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Loneliness. It was something you never really realized until you weren't alone. Like when you heard a distant noise, like the air blowing out of an air conditioner, you only realized that there was any sound until it was gone. Almost like the coffee was acting as a substitute as human-company for a few minutes. It wasn't until the brown-haired kid approached Reyna, smiling sweetly, that Reyna had realized she had been lacking company, and that she almost drank all of her coffee. "Oh!" she squeaked. Although she had saw the boy coming, she would never expect him to want to sit by her. "Um...of course." Sliding her butt over on the booth to make room for the boy, Reyna stared at the bottom of her mug. The white whatever-the-cup-was-made-of was cooling. The coffee had set off a spark that would only stay for a matter of time: it would either cool by it self or the coffee would be gone, and there would be no heat-source.

Reyna needed more coffee. "I need more coffee, please excuse me for a second."

Of course she wouldn't actually take a second, which even though it was very slow compared to the speed of light, would be impossible. Expressions were used very often, but it was almost second-nature for anyone to know that those were just hyperboles, or similes. Nothing real, just an idea. "Can I have something different?" That was a stupid question, of course she could. "Uh...can I have black coffee with two spoonfuls of sugar and a shot of expresso?" Surely, Reyna would get hyper from this, not overly though, just enough so she could enjoy herself. She traded some more of her money for some more coffee. "Thank you." she mouthed.

As her hands grasped the coffee, the heat shot through her veins. It was a feeling that couldn't get old. Walking back to the seat, making an effort to not spill the coffee, she took small steps. Finally, she arrived at her destination. "Sorry 'bout that, I'm Reyna." she placed her coffee down on the table and shook the boy's hand. Picking up the white mug by the handle, Reyna anticipated the sip. Inching towards her mouth very slowly, making sure she wouldn't burn her mouth or tongue, the lip of the mug was kissed by her slurping lips. "Mmmmm....mmmmm...this is good." Closing her eyes, Reyna's whole insides felt heat. When she opened them, she giggled, embarrassed but not caring what the boy thought.

The boy was definitely a familiar face, she must have seen him around school before. That's when she remembered she had history with him. Their teacher, Ms. Fields, was a grouch. All the kids joked around saying that she's not married because she's so mean or something like that. Reyna only listened to the teasing, never stopped it, which didn't make it any better. Reyna was unsure if the boy she was sitting with right now was apart of the teasing, or just a bystander, too.

"I feel stupid now! You're Jesse...you're in my history class." That was him name, Jesse. There was something else about Jesse that was familiar, his past. Something that was never discussed between anyone she knew but was there. The times when he was very silent and very alone. He even missed one whole week of school, and Ripred knows he wasn't sick.

Then, it clicked. Jesse's friend had been reaped in the games, and died.