Crucified [OPEN]
Apr 23, 2012 20:49:23 GMT -5
Post by QueenoftheChinaDolls on Apr 23, 2012 20:49:23 GMT -5
There isn't any point to listening to their whispers. There isn't any point to care about what they say behind their hands. There isn't any point of letting your cheeks burn, or letting tears cascade down your cheeks. There is only one thing that'll never betray you, and that is the mirror. Silver eyes flecked with blue opened framed by soft blonde lashes swept across tan cheeks as a smug smile began to grace her pretty features. The mirror before her, reflected her beauty and she couldn't help the smug smile that acknowledged what she knew could not be lied about. Everyone knew she was beautiful. Whatever was said in hushed tones was a lie, because she knew her mirror never lied and right now it was telling her how beautiful she knew she was.
Long, delicate fingers swept across the table her vanity rested on, gingerly grasping a pink comb her father had given her when she had turned eight. Gingerly she raked it through her hair, watching herself closely for any flaws as the honey-blonde waves fell across her shoulders. Once satisfied, she pulled her hair back into two French braids.
With a long, fond look at her mirror, she stood, turning her back to it as she began to dress. Her mother had left her training outfit out, a black stretchy material that hugged her skin and made it easy to move. She zipped it up quickly, turning back to the mirror to admire herself once again.
"Are you quite done?" An exasperated male voice asked. Her soft, happy expression dropped into one of cruelty as she turned to glare at the tall boy standing in her door way. Though they were obviously siblings she refused to acknowledge him in any polite sort of way as she turned her back to him, waving her hand dismissively.
"Yes, Love." She said through tight lips, casting one final look at herself in the mirror before following her brother down the stairs.
The training center was full of eager young people all fighting for their chance to prove themselves as the Reaping approached. They fought to volunteer, weighed their options, discussing whether or not they should take out a supply of oil and grain just to have their name entered more times. So that the odds would be more in their favor.
She scanned the area, finding her home amongst the knives that lined the far east wall. From there she watched her sister, Pearl, with disgust as she limped to the training master, smiling as she approached him. Both Pearl and Love were over the age of eighteen, they'd missed their chance so why they still hung around here she didn't know.
In between her fingers she balanced a long, thin silver knife with a simple handle wrapped in a durable leather. She tossed it, catching it daintily as she averted her attention from her sister to the younger Career's.
Sweet smiles were cast to each of them as she watched them reach their goals. She turned her head again, tossing the knife back up in the air as she watched the older group of Careers. Swords clashed, dummies gasped, people cursed. It was of course like every other day. They watched as she stood back, choosing her moment to show case her skills.
She sighed, closing her eyes, tossing the knife back up and catching it soundly. Why don't I show them what I'm made of? Why bother? I am Magnolia Thicket. Why do I have to work for their pride and praise when I know I am the best?
Long, delicate fingers swept across the table her vanity rested on, gingerly grasping a pink comb her father had given her when she had turned eight. Gingerly she raked it through her hair, watching herself closely for any flaws as the honey-blonde waves fell across her shoulders. Once satisfied, she pulled her hair back into two French braids.
With a long, fond look at her mirror, she stood, turning her back to it as she began to dress. Her mother had left her training outfit out, a black stretchy material that hugged her skin and made it easy to move. She zipped it up quickly, turning back to the mirror to admire herself once again.
"Are you quite done?" An exasperated male voice asked. Her soft, happy expression dropped into one of cruelty as she turned to glare at the tall boy standing in her door way. Though they were obviously siblings she refused to acknowledge him in any polite sort of way as she turned her back to him, waving her hand dismissively.
"Yes, Love." She said through tight lips, casting one final look at herself in the mirror before following her brother down the stairs.
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The training center was full of eager young people all fighting for their chance to prove themselves as the Reaping approached. They fought to volunteer, weighed their options, discussing whether or not they should take out a supply of oil and grain just to have their name entered more times. So that the odds would be more in their favor.
She scanned the area, finding her home amongst the knives that lined the far east wall. From there she watched her sister, Pearl, with disgust as she limped to the training master, smiling as she approached him. Both Pearl and Love were over the age of eighteen, they'd missed their chance so why they still hung around here she didn't know.
In between her fingers she balanced a long, thin silver knife with a simple handle wrapped in a durable leather. She tossed it, catching it daintily as she averted her attention from her sister to the younger Career's.
Sweet smiles were cast to each of them as she watched them reach their goals. She turned her head again, tossing the knife back up in the air as she watched the older group of Careers. Swords clashed, dummies gasped, people cursed. It was of course like every other day. They watched as she stood back, choosing her moment to show case her skills.
She sighed, closing her eyes, tossing the knife back up and catching it soundly. Why don't I show them what I'm made of? Why bother? I am Magnolia Thicket. Why do I have to work for their pride and praise when I know I am the best?
