By the Fence ::Open::

Flint Cohen
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Just a cocky district 12 boy.

By the Fence ::Open:: Mar 27, 2012 15:12:16 GMT -5

Post by Flint Cohen on Mar 27, 2012 15:12:16 GMT -5

Flint slammed the door shut. Storming out of his house and out back to leave to find the small field like area near his house and the electric fence that was hardly ever on. He kicked one of the rocks and grabbed at his hair in irritation. Stupid family... No. More like stupid father's and older brothers! Flint thought, he furiously paced the brown colored field. Luxullianite and Scoria weren't to blame... what kind of parents even named their kids Luxullianite and Scoria?! Why did they all have to be named after stupid rocks that just reminded us more of the stupid district we live in?! he dropped to the ground and sat with his legs crossed, his elbows on his knees, and his hands still holding onto his hair with a death grip.

This wasn't really how Flint acted. He was usually calm and collected. But without people his own age around to keep him from thinking positive, he couldn't help but lose his mind. Arkose and his father never understood how much he was trying to keep the family well fed. How he was trying to keep them all alive long enough to survive the next hunger games. But of course each jab they had was aimed at Flint because he was, 'irresponsible' or 'childish'.

Why didn't they see he was basically doing everything he could to keep the family alive, while keep a positive attitude and without being killed for poaching or leaving the district to look for edible plants out in the forest. It's like no one cared except his younger sisters and his mom. But none of them could speak up for Flint... Lux and Scoria would just be told to obey and be quiet, while Flint's mother would be ignored. Flint had told the three of them to not vouch for him already though because he couldn't stand it when they were yelled at or shoved off to the side like they were nothing. Don't get Flint wrong, his father loved Lux, Scoria, and his mother... but when Flint was in the picture, the only people that were right was him and Ark.

Flint groaned and leaned against the rock, unfolding his legs and lifting his head to the cloudy gray sky. Feeling the slight breeze dance across his soot smeared face, ruffling his brown and blond mixed hair. He shoved the bangs that he had to the side of his face and sighed. Not wanting his emotions to get the better of him... it wouldn't be good for anyone. All Flint needed was a chance to catch his breath and get out of the house... a moment to have the pressure lifted off his shoulders.

Flint wondered what it would be like to live in the capitol... to not have to do anything, to be able to eat as much as you needed when you wanted it. It seemed amazing... too good to be true sometimes. When you had six people to feed, there was never enough to go around. That was the life in 12. Normally Flint's father and brother would be the best fed because they had to work in the mines so they would be able to get some money to get scraps to eat for the day. All while on an empty stomach Flint would sneak out to try and find any food that the rest of them would be able to survive on. Flint wasn't able to hunt... he would if he could. But he didn't have anything to use to hunt with. Sure he could find a sharp rock, but that wouldn't do to much use against an animal that could outrun even him.

Word Count: No idea...
Tagged: Anyone
Muse: good
Notes: I was bored haha

16 - Single - District 12

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rainey
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You are mad; entirely bonkers! But let me tell you a secret, all the best people are.

By the Fence ::Open:: Mar 28, 2012 7:05:22 GMT -5

Post by rainey on Mar 28, 2012 7:05:22 GMT -5

Marigold dropped the last bit of clothes onto her mothers work table. Waiting for any sort of response, she watched her mother stare intently at the shirt she was mending. Over, under, over under, went the needle and the woman refused to look up. Finally, Marigold dropped her smile and slid out the backdoor. She's probably just really busy today Marigold thought, although being the one to bring and take all of her mother's work to and from the house, she knew exactly how much or how little work there was. This morning had been a bad day for her and she could still feel the pain tingling her back, but she refused to let her mother know how crippled she was that day.

This would, after all, only enhance the disappointment Marigold would see shining in her parents eyes. It wasn't my fault Marigold thought, her temper rising as she kicked a rock through the tall grass and weeds. A sharp stab of pain reminded Marigold why she stayed home from school and her anger immediately washed away into sadness. Wess won't be home for a while Marigold thought, already feeling lonely without the company of either schoolwork or her little brother. They were always her best distractions.

Glancing at the woods, Marigold began debating on whether or not to explore the area near the fence. She hadn't been out there since she was eleven, but knowing she couldn't possibly go back inside with her mother, Marigold slowly made her way towards the outskirts of the district.

Why should I be afraid? There is nothing out there other than plants, rocks, dirt, and the fence. I mean I won't go over the fence Marigold thought to herself, a shudder of fear running down her at the mere though of exploring the world beyond the fence. Gaining more and more confidence with each painful step, Marigold made her way to the fence. Once there, she slowly walked along it's perimeter, greeting a passing butterfly with a smile and even pausing to eye the rock pile that had caused her so much pain years ago and even today.

Shaking her head, Marigold quickly made her way away from the looming pile. As she let her mind drift, Marigold suddenly stopped when she saw another figure leaning against a large rock. Holding her breath, Marigold debated on whether or not to approach him. The distant look in his eyes as he gazed towards the fence led her to believe he was not paying attention and hadn't noticed her yet. Taking a sharp breath, Marigold scolded herself for being afraid. Since when was she afraid to approach someone? Carefully approaching, Marigold could see the inner turmoil swirling in the boy's eyes and she decided to be cautious. He appeared familiar and she could recall seeing him once or twice around but that was all. Slowly sitting down, Marigold unconsciously fiddled with a nearby flower before speaking.

"It's a good day to be outside," she murmured while staring out at the fence, just loud enough to hear. "It's a lot easier to forget worries when you're out here in the sun and breeze."

Last Edit: Mar 29, 2012 17:22:53 GMT -5 by rainey

Flint Cohen
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Just a cocky district 12 boy.

By the Fence ::Open:: Mar 28, 2012 17:28:18 GMT -5

Post by Flint Cohen on Mar 28, 2012 17:28:18 GMT -5

Flint blinked when he heard the girl talking to him, his eyes slowly came back into focus, the glaze that had formed over them left and let his brown eyes were left at their normal bright brown. One eyebrow instinctively cocked upwards and a half smile tugged at his lips. He let out a short quiet laugh as he heard what she said. But nodding as he did so. "I guess you can say that... it's distracting." he looked at her and recognized her face, she was in his year at school. Flint didn't think that they had any classes together... but he'd seen her around a few times. He sat up against the rock so he wasn't slouching, and he let his legs fall flat on the ground, the backs of his knees touching the browning grass.

He patted the spot next to him, not really liking the distance that they had. Flint never liked being distant with people, he was more of a close contact person. He enjoyed the company of people, and it made him more comfortable when people were close to him. That's why whenever he was happy and home alone with only his sisters, normally he'd be playing horsey with them, or he'd be hugging them close and telling them made up stories. Flints want for closeness wasn't necessarily always because he liked someone. But it was hard for Flint to distinguish his want for closeness between liking a person, or if he just felt uncomfortable. It was a strange thing... but it was a habit he'd managed to pick up.

Flint pushed away the thoughts of his family. Trying to keep a good attitude for the sake of his company. He didn't want to sound like one of the other children who complained all the time because they hadn't gotten any scraps for breakfast or for lunch. It always bugged Flint when people did that. At least they were lucky enough to be alive and getting any food at all.

He realized that he had no idea what her name was, "I'm Flint... and your name is?" he asked, letting the question hang in the air between the two of them.

16 - Single - District 12

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rainey
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You are mad; entirely bonkers! But let me tell you a secret, all the best people are.

By the Fence ::Open:: Mar 28, 2012 17:46:42 GMT -5

Post by rainey on Mar 28, 2012 17:46:42 GMT -5

Marigold paused for a moment, giving him a quick once over, before she slowly slid closer, careful not to bump anything. As he introduced himself, Marigold reached back to her former spot and grabbed a handful of the flowers she had been toying with.

"Marigold," she finally answered while carefully braiding the flowers into her hair. Marigold looked up once at the sun to check and make sure it was still far too early for Wess to be out of school before she turned her attention back to the boy, Flint.

"I used to come out here all the time when I was little," she said with a small laugh as memories of such times came back to her. Whenever she would feel lonely because her parents were working and Wess had been too young to do more than eat and sleep, Marigold would go exploring near the fence and pretend that if she couldn't catch five butterflies and find ten marigolds, the flower she was named after, then the terrible beast of the forest would find a way over the fence and get her. This game would become more and more elaborate over the years until it became an entire quest she would have to go on, finding certain colored leaves and a number of creatures hiding in the grass.

"Do you come out here often?" she asked, realizing she had been neglecting to pay attention to what was actually going on around her. A small grin flashed across Marigold's face suddenly as she spotted a small chipmunk weave though the holes in the fence before she set her eyes on Flint.

Last Edit: Mar 29, 2012 17:23:45 GMT -5 by rainey

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By the Fence ::Open:: Mar 30, 2012 5:34:15 GMT -5

Post by {Georgia da dancer} on Mar 30, 2012 5:34:15 GMT -5

Isabelle was looking for fresh air. Argh! Life could be so hard. Belle's Mum had been going out with a nut head lately. She thought as Acacia and Elroy where getting older, they needed a dad. She must have been looking for someone, because she found the nuttiest of them all! He was all right when he didn't started dancing in public, or served dinner of... she didn't even know what it was!

Belle didn't know what to do. It was a risk to come outside at this time. She had been recording and this seemed to be the time when her focus was... out of the window. That's when she started getting clumsy. But coming over to fence shouldn't be that bad. Her friends have been here, and although no one was a clumsy as her, they where all right! Belle took her hands out of her pockets ready to balance a fall.

Isabelle had seen the two figures in the distance though. A boy and a girl? She heard a lower voice ask the 'girl' what her name was. She hadn't heard her response, but she had decided she was a girl. Belle thought for a while. To go over or not to go over? Her curiosity eventually got the better of her. But how to make an entrance? Oh well. Lets go with the flow.

"Isabelle Sinclair. Thank you for asking! Now what be your name sir?" Belle joked. That was cute enough! Belle flashed a grin to the pair. It had turned out she right. A boy and a girl. She didn't want to leave the girl out though so Belle finished off with a grin to the girl, "And hello to you! How are you?". Belle smiled. Lets just hope they didn't think she was weird.