|| Bite My Tongue || Ebba & Darius (Python)
Apr 6, 2012 0:09:15 GMT -5
Post by Emily the Great on Apr 6, 2012 0:09:15 GMT -5
Ebba Zercha
District 4
I hate to break it to you but,
You're just a lonely star.
I try to bring you down but,
A level isn't good enough.
The sunlight filtered through her window, and Ebba squinted her eyes to look out upon the district from her tiny bedroom. It was still early, but not early enough that she could fall asleep again. Getting up and rubbing her eyes of the sleep that had formed in the corners, Ebba looked at the note stuck to her door, messily scrawled in the unmistakable handwriting of her twin brother;
Ebba,
I'm working until late today. Later on, you need to get some food, as we're running on empty. I've left some money on the table downstairs.
She read the note and sighed. Even though she had learnt how to fish, how to clean them and gather them and how to make nets, she had not gotten a job. Her brother had made sure she didn't have to, working as hard as he could. The family still struggled. He'd forbidden her from working, saying that she was much too small and weak to do such a thing. But yet, she hated to see him working so hard when he didn't have to.
With a frustrated growl, Ebba brushed through her tangled red hair and got dressed. Just reading that note had annoyed her. The day had been ruined by a few words scrawled onto a piece of worn paper. Shaking her head, Ebba left her room, storming downstairs and seizing the money in her right hand. She shoved it into one of her pockets and walked out the door. Her uncle was working as well, so she needn’t bother telling anyone where she was going. There was no-one to listen, anyway.
Before she made her way to the stores in the town, Ebba found her feet taking her along a more familiar route, a place she’d come to whenever she grew frustrated at how her life was. Hell, she even came here when she wasn’t mad. The sound of seagulls cawing grew louder with each step her feet took, and she felt as though her body was leading her to the ocean while her mind was forced to unwillingly follow. Slowly, the ocean came into view, the mild waves crashing onto the shore in a calming manner. She stopped short of the sandy shore by a few feet, standing on the paved area before it and just looking around.
Her calculating sea green eyes scanned the docks, searching for a familiar face. A face so familiar, in fact, that it was almost identical to hers. Ebba did not find it. Too many people milled around, their voices a cacophony of different conversations, flowing into one, like a chorus of singers all singing a different song to the same tune. Tilting her head so she could hear the voices more clearly over the waves, Ebba strained to try and hear a certain voice in the crowd. She couldn't pick out the voice she searched for, so she turned her gaze away, and looked back to the beach.
She stood on the outskirts of the District, so close to the beach to the point where she could smell the salty, briny water and hear the crashing waves, but not close enough to feel the salty spray hitting her skin. The sun had finally made reappearance, and the water would not be as cold as it had been in the past few months. She yearned to feel the water lapping at her feet, to feel weightless as she floated on the forever restless ocean. But no, today she had a mission. It was one of the first days in about a fortnight that she actually had a job to do, besides going to school. Yet, Ebba couldn’t bring herself to move from her spot, stuck in an awestruck trance over the natural power of the ocean. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to battle her senses – succumbing to the ocean that called to her - to regain control of her mind. Once again her foul mood had been subdued by those waves. It was the one thing that was constant in her life, but yet ever changing. It was never the same water that lapped against the sand. It was never the same ocean she saw whenever she came here.
Finally managing to regain concentration, Ebba turned and made her way towards the stores in the middle of the district. Like always, she was met with stares of ridicule, pity, confusion, all sorts of unsavoury looks she didn’t want nor need. She found herself scowling at the passers-by, yet refraining from pummelling some of the people with her fists. She knew how to fight, and was ready to defend her family and her own honour at any given time, but she wasn’t in the mood for being reprimanded and punished over a simple scuffle.
Sucking in a shaky breath, Ebba ran a hand through her red hair and downcast her sea-green eyes, looking anywhere but at the disapproving faces of those around her, biting her tongue so that she wouldn’t hurl insults at anyone around her, or at least, not loudly. If she didn’t see and they didn’t hear, it didn’t happen, right?
