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l a l u n a *[/cass] Apr 27, 2012 5:14:59 GMT -5

Post by slyskye on Apr 27, 2012 5:14:59 GMT -5

If anything in the entire world existed to cause Yael trouble, not paranoia because she always thought it would be okay next time around, all logic curbed away from the Hunger Games and to actually roaming District 3 as the night engulfed the streets. The shadows ate the ground like the plague, and quite loathesome individuals could roam about. Up by the more profitable factories or roaming where poverty flourished, it was all the same in the dark. That was all she knew, really. She couldn't see in the pitch black that fused with the depths of their fury. Yelling and screaming could be heard even when she reached the higher levels of the factories with the most output, and sometimes she couldn't tell the difference between a civilian or a peacekeeper in the midst of the violence. No, it was better to stay inside.

Except for when she couldn't.

Her heels didn't slam against the ground in a frantic run, instead Yael chose to creep on one side, one hand clutching a wall to keep her bearings straight. It was a good thing it was dark, or else people would certainly laugh at her. Going into all of that detail about how scary it was out there, she'd think it would be enough to keep her inside forever. Nope. She had forgotten a few simple pieces of machinery back home. It was hard to comprehend, but some factories expected her to have those parts. She had to buy them herself, like she was given extra all the time and taking a few wouldn't be considered stealing from the Capitol in the first place right? Oh, logic.

Yael's body twitched as the sound of thumping inched closer with every step. It honestly sounded like a fight, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe she could just sneak by unnoticed... it was the only straight path to her house! The Harlow tugged at her khaki work shirt, eyes starting to adjust to the night. She could see a person, or maybe people? In the few seconds that passed a cold sweat managed to work its way down her back. She always had to worry about peacekeepers, even when the thought of doing something wrong made her cringe. Damn.

(Sorry for the shortness I really am. I can make it longer if you'd like, a few events irl have kind of been distracting me. ;

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Last Edit: Apr 28, 2012 16:03:31 GMT -5 by slyskye

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l a l u n a *[/cass] May 1, 2012 7:45:05 GMT -5

Post by cass on May 1, 2012 7:45:05 GMT -5

-- Zalie Valour --
Pain is Compromise`

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Doing
Deep Thought
Talking
Hearing
Singing

Family

-- is a very important thing in Panem. In this world you need to be close to the ones that you love, to the people that care for you. Without family people die. Children are lost early and life is of no point. Family is what makes the life in these districts bearable, it is the only thing that can keep people from dying sometimes, but it is one of the reasons why people don’t resist. A family is both a good and bad. It was a good thing I didn’t cherish mine.

Family to me rated very low. It was of no use to an out-going reckless girl like myself. A girl that craved blood, death, and fighting. My tongue was all I needed to separate myself from the people that I shared blood with. They were of no use to me. They were low life’s that carried nothing, but a weight on my shoulders. I didn’t know why I stayed. I didn’t know why they had adopted me. I didn’t need them. I don’t think I ever did.

I walked down the streets with confidence. I had no reason to slink and cower in the darkness of the allies. I had no reason to fear the place around me. I might be a girl. I might be only seventeen, but everyone out there had me to fear. I feared no one and nothing. Thud thud thud. The sound echoed in the streets, sliding into all the dark crevices and allies of district three.

My eyes flickered around the place I lived in. I didn’t call it a home. A home was where you felt happy. I had never had the pleasure of feeling happy here. This wasn’t my home. The sound of my leather shoes, and the dull hum of the factories were the only sounds in the night. And slowly the sounds formed into a rhythm that made me stop. They made me stand there for a moment, my foot still taping on the ground. The beginning of a song began to form on my lips. They begged to enter the realm of the spoken, with only my lips holding them back.

”And now I'm told that this is life. That pain is just a simple compromise. So we can get what we want out of it.” The words float from my mouth and into the air. High into the smog sky, where stars seem to never penetrate and into the place where hope disappears as hope cannot be seen. They float away from me. My eyes follow the way I believe they go. I trail the white cloud that held the words, and I watch it float away, until I can see it no more.

The lyrics reminded me of well me. Pain and compromise that is all my life is. That is all the people of Panem live like. I love it. A grin slowly spreads across my face, as the words echo in my head. I close my eyes briefly and just breath in the smell of a dying district the smell of pollution. I breathed in myself and my home and I just stood there and listened.

Then I froze. My eyes snapped open. My head turned sharply to the left.

My eyes hone in on an alley way close to me, just a mere few meters away. That was it. That was where the sound had come from. I spin myself around, my eyes narrowing dangerously. Whoever was hiding there was going to get a fright. People didn’t follow me.

The people that did often ended up ~~dead~~ hurt.

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(OOC: Soory about the shortness, my first time using her, just trying to get into her x3)

Last Edit: May 1, 2012 7:51:08 GMT -5 by cass

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l a l u n a *[/cass] May 6, 2012 12:41:58 GMT -5

Post by slyskye on May 6, 2012 12:41:58 GMT -5

I… I can just turn back when I want to. A shiver went up the girl’s back as she walked toward the vague sounds of footsteps. Even with her eyes wide open, there was nothing. Her breath hitched as the fear shot through her calves, halting her movement. She was staring into emptiness and didn’t know what was looking back. Yael took a step forward and barely noticed the light scraping noise her fingertips made against the walls, she gripped it like a vice. Her existence was small compared to the finite shadows and beings that lurked there, something insignificant and squishy.

The plan was to get home, get her tools, and run back to the factory before anyone noticed. Several locks of hair obscured her vision as she continued forward, or was it? The knotting and twisting in her stomach made it hard to determine what was an actual turn or a possible ulcer, and with each step that led to more space the farther Yael knew she had gone. The only way to go was forward; even the distant lights from the surrounding factories had faded. Her breath left her lips in sharp gasps, the normal stench of sweat and oil almost stifled her throat. Blood flowed away from her face leaving the programmer’s expression deathly pale because she was alone, no one knew she was here, and she could easily be taken away and no one would be wiser.

Her pockets were empty aside from a small three-inch screwdriver that would easily crack if it hit metal, but she held it like a lifeline until her knuckles turned white. The faint hiss of gas exhaled from the pipes nearby dulled her ears to any small sounds, but she continued following the sounds Yael hoped was of a person. As she continued on, wisps of a song passed her ears. It provided some comfort, almost in an eerie way. The ghostly hymn pierced the white noise and footsteps, and it certainly was a lovely voice. The people in their district rarely sang, and if they did it was a raunchy tune, nothing like what she enjoyed now. If the people on the streets weren’t so cruel perhaps she would have called out and asked for a name.

The line dissipated, and drifted freely into the hellish night. Yael steadied herself and continued to move in slow, easy steps when she thought she was ready. No need to fret, or it would just get worse. There were scary monsters, but perhaps that tune gave her some motivation to keep going. That was all she needed, a reason to keep moving. There had to be a happier way to live in that district, without the riots and bloodshed. She wasn’t a pacifist, the Harlow had never found a single reason to hurt anyone, but she never would without reason. If only other people felt the same way.

Through the darkness she unknowingly inched closer to the source of the song, perhaps with a little more hope than she had before. It would be a little too much to assume someone could help her out, but maybe if she got her bearings and found one home she’d be able to discern the street. Her movements were light yet not silent, and Yael thought perhaps no one would notice. The footsteps jerked to a stop. Perhaps she was wrong.

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