Friend of Interest [LE CLOSED]

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Friend of Interest [LE CLOSED] Mar 20, 2012 19:50:06 GMT -5

Post by Logan on Mar 20, 2012 19:50:06 GMT -5

Destiny Queens

Celestials

Falling forth, the evening sun
Saying it's many goodnights
Displaying it's colourful shimmers
As it sinks below the sights,

Sinking low, the morning moon
Whispers of 'goodlight'
Casting its final silver mist
As it fades into the night,

A silent wing, a haunting howl
The animals of the night do stir
As all around them, rustling
The birds of morning were

A song of day, the hoot of night
Wings that slowly flap
The call of the feathered ones
Alert all to their perhaps,

'Good night' they hoot
'Good day' they cheep
Then they go about their business
While the others sleep,

Morning moon and evening sun
Eternal opposites, matching mirrors
Lighting the lives of those below
Making their actions clearer.

Credit goes to Kire for such an amazing poem and Gradient!

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My eyes would open up from a very long sleep, making me feel very relieved of having a good nights sleep, since I haven't had any sleep for a while. I would cock my body up, scanning my eyes around my room, making sure everything is in the right spot. I would let out a sigh of relief, and I would throw my blanket off of me. I would lift my body from my bed, making my way over to my bathroom. I would put my hair back into a ponytail, and I would glare into the mirror. I would notice my outstanding brown eyes, and I would let out a cute smile to show it. I would turn on the sink in front of me, and I would start to wash my face until it is sparkling clean. I would take a brush, and comb through my ratty hair until it is smoother then fresh milk from a cow. I would smile at the final results, and walk out of the bathroom satisfied. I am ready for anything that The Capitol, my Parents, or anyone will throw at me today.

I would step into the living room, noticing my parents will still sleeping, so I decided to leave them at peace. I would make my way over to the kitchen to see If I would make myself anything to eat before I went off to school, but had no luck. I knew I could just buy a snack at a shop before I arrived at school, so I decided to start walking to the school building. I wonder what the girls will be talking about today, they always seem to throw the most interesting thing at me each day, and that is what usually keeps me occupied all the way through a school day. On my way there, I stop at a little shop to get a nice bowl of Squirrel stew. It tingled on my tongue every time I put a spoonful in my mouth. I would thank the nice lady who served me the bowl, and continued my walk to school.

I would arrive at school, being very famished from the Squirrel Stew, and I would meet up with my usual group of girls. Their names are Rachael, Sandy, and Poppy. Rachael was always the one that would gossip about every little thing that came up, and I wasn't very fond of her, but she was one of the more popular girls, so I respected her like the rest. Sandy is a full-blooded worker. She could do anything you asked her to do. She was taller then the rest of us, and was more stronger then the rest of us. Her parents were determined to get her into the Games, but it hasn't happened so far. Poppy is just like me, really quiet, really nice, didn't really have any enemies. I would reach over to the 3 of them, and I would hear them talking about some boy from a while back.

"Hey, Destiny, do you remember back when this kid named Savroche went to our school?" Rachael whispered to me. "No... Why do you ask?" I said. I actually did recall Savroche. I remember him being the "weird kid" of the school. I didn't realize how he was so weird, because he looked like an average kid to me. But when he dropped out, I think, when he was 14, I was in total shock. I was curious for about a week why he dropped out. Family Issues? Mental Disability? Suicidal Thoughts? It all ringed in my head. "Yeah, I remember him.. He was a complete nut job, right?" Sandy said. "You know it! And he still is a nut job, because I saw him a few days ago, and he's gotten uglier!" Rachael said. "What was so wrong with him? Just because he was slightly different from everyone else doesn't mean he was a "nut job." I said. I did not understand why I got so defensive of Savroche, I just felt very strongly about people talking behind other peoples backs and I knew it was wrong. I knew If I was in the same situation, I would feel terrible. "Whats your problem, Destiny? Was he your lover boy, or something?" Rachael said with a grin on her face. Oh how much I wanted to wipe that grin off her face. "No! But it is not right to be making fun of any human being, because we are all equal in our own way, Rachael! You wouldn't know that because you are a complete snob!." I yelled. I have never felt that angry towards any of my friends. They were all starstruck at me yelling at Rachael, even Poppy was. After I yelled, I blushed slightly, and stormed off.

The rest of the school day was very awkward for me. I kept thinking about the boy, Savroche, and I got back into the curiosity of why he dropped out in the first place. I got yelled at during the class where we study about The Capitol because I was daydreaming about Savroche. After school was over, I saw Rachael crying her eyes out, and I ran over to give her a tight hug. We both ended up apologizing to each other, and everything ended up alright. After school, I was very desperate to meet Savroche, and just get to know him. He seemed like a really nice guy, and I actually was attracted to him at a point in time. I just want that chance to know his life, and possibly answer some questions I have been dying to know since that day he dropped out.

I decided to wait in the Town Square, because that's where Rachael saw him. I remember some of his looks, so If I see a guy that fits those genes, then I would start up a conversation with him. I hope he isn't as nutty as everyone says he is...

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Last Edit: May 1, 2012 17:25:29 GMT -5 by Logan

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Friend of Interest [LE CLOSED] Mar 22, 2012 20:31:37 GMT -5

Post by semper on Mar 22, 2012 20:31:37 GMT -5

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So recently I've been having personal space issues. I don't quite know what happened, but I've been getting really anxious when people get within two feet of me. Literally. Uncle tried to pass me to get to the counter in the tavern and I flipped out. I didn't get mad at him - I just pretty much had a panic attack. Flung back, screeched, snarled, did whatever I could to just have my space. Luckily Uncle knows how to deal with my anxiety issues, so he calmly soothed my haywire nerves and then sent me outside so that I could meander around and gather my wits again.

I wander through the old hunting forests, focusing on the silence and the peace. Funny how this is only one of the few times I've ever been in a forest by myself. For the first fourteen-ish years of my life I've been stuck in a single room and never allowed out once, but now here I am, walking freely through the trees, feeling the light breeze and hearing the growing leaves rustle in the trees. This is only the second or third spring that I've ever experienced. I look up at all the strange flowers on the trees, see the bees flying all around, and even a few butterflies. I want to believe that spring has sprung early, but I don't know when it's really supposed to come.

I end up in the District Square, of all places. People are bustling around on this beautiful spring afternoon. My heart starts racing and I begin to pick up the pace, weaving around people. It gets to the point to where I just want to start swinging fists and elbows to knock people out of the way so I can get back to the forest, but that doesn't work. There's too many people. I feel anxiety starting to bubble up inside of me, making me frantic. I need to get out of here now.

[/color] I race across the square, tripping over something on the ground and ending up twisting around, landing hard on my back. The force of the impact knocks the wind right out of my lungs, leaving me sucking in dusty air. A few people stop to look at me, but they quickly move on. Well, maybe I can just stay down here and no one will bother me. And so I do exactly that: I stay there, lying on my back on the ground.

((I really suck at starter posts, I'm sorry. D: ))

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Friend of Interest [LE CLOSED] Mar 23, 2012 3:22:56 GMT -5

Post by Logan on Mar 23, 2012 3:22:56 GMT -5

Feeling a rush of anxiety as I sit on the town square bench, I would look around at the people rushing by me, getting onto their everyday lives. I hope he is okay, and doesn't get as much hate as he may have got in school.. Right at that moment, I would hear a big crash somewhere in the Main Square. I would jump out of fright, then looking at the source of it. I would see a man, possibly a teenager, face first into the ground. I would notice a good amount of people just staring at him, and not even helping. I would be shocked at the acts of the people around me, and I would instantly stand up, and make my way over to the man. I would feel very worried for him, because he may be badly injured. I would get closer, and would notice a very familiar face. Oh god, It's him... I would start to worry a lot, but I managed to calm myself down, and confront him. I would make sure I am not mega close to him, knowing he may be closterphobic, or something of that matter. I decided to be a few feet away from him, not making any contact with him. "Umm... Sir... are you okay?" I would ask in the nicest way I could.

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Friend of Interest [LE CLOSED] Apr 2, 2012 8:05:27 GMT -5

Post by semper on Apr 2, 2012 8:05:27 GMT -5

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As I'm laying on the ground on my back, I see people look over at me, but not a single person does anything about me. Which is completely fine with me. In a way I'm glad that people are too self-conscious to do anything out of the ordinary that involves them leaving their own little worlds. Maybe they'll all just leave me and I can lay here all day and just not move. I can hear a few people muttering as they pass me, "What's wrong with that kid?" "Rotten runt." "Just go around him." I bring my hands up and rub my face. Well, at least the sky's pretty. I set my hands down on my stomach as if I'm lying in a field all by myself and planning to doze off, which I almost consider doing, but that'd end disastrously. What if the Peacekeepers come and take me away for being a public disturbance? They wouldn't do that just because I fell and decided not to get up, would they? Uncle would have a fit...

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When I hear a voice coming from above me, I nearly jump out of my skin, figuring right off the bat that it's a Peacekeeper. My eyes, wide with fright, turn to see a girl looking down at me, asking if I'm okay. I sigh with relief, reaching up to scratch my head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't quite decided to get up yet." I shrug lightly. The District Square isn't all that crowded, so I figure I can get away with laying here a few hours, but toward later in the day I'd have to get back home or else Uncle will surely be worried about me.

This girl looks almost familiar..... have I seen her somewhere? I must have.[/color] I feel a name being tossed around in m y head, but I'm not sure. "Are you Destiny?" I think I've seen her around school - for the very short time that I was there, anyway. I first started going when I was roughly 15, but I dropped out hardly a year later.

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i hear the mountains calling me home