Have You No Soul? // OPEN

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Have You No Soul? // OPEN Jun 10, 2012 15:47:31 GMT -5

Post by Lucky on Jun 10, 2012 15:47:31 GMT -5

My steps were quick and getting quicker as I noted the people staring at me; the knapsack I carry full of sweet berries I had picked earlier. It had been the first time in almost a year that I had been able to pick berries; and this many. The weight was (in a guess) about three pounds, which equaled meat for my family for a week. Something we all could use. We had been slowly growing weaker, all of us. Myself, my mom, brother, and father each.

I stepped into the Hob quietly, keeping my eye out for the Sae. She was a favorite customer of mine, because she always gladly gave me some meats for the berries I gathered.

"Get anything here! We've got perfectly stitched leathers, meats, and anything you can imagine! Capitol money even! Sneak your way into the Capitol with this money!" I grumbled to myself. Some people would do anything for a little bit of trade, including sell poorly stitched skins, rancid meats, and even faulty Capitol money, made out of the poorest of metals, that were secretly kept from the explosions in the mines.

I stepped over to an empty table, from one of the old Hob residents that used to sell items. The poor man had died, and I had used his table ever since. I grabbed up the bowls that were hidden under the basket next to the table and started separating the berries I collected. My tactic to getting people to trade for my items was silence. People were intrigued by the sellers that stayed silent and patient; who waited for the perfect customer.

So.. I waited.

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Have You No Soul? // OPEN Jun 11, 2012 5:26:17 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Jun 11, 2012 5:26:17 GMT -5

]Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find

QUAYNANCE FABBIO

The haunted look in her eyes. The ghost of a smile. The crazed face. She was someone to be scared of. She was someone to run from. She was a loony. Insane. No one could see past the insanity that haunted her eyes. But maybe, just maybe, she might be able to escape. To rid her of the monster, the insanity that haunts her. Takes her into its arms, to prier on her soul, her life, to succeed in its own. She fidgets at the sound of a twig breaking, her messed hair, clumped in parts hangs oily from her face. Her scars. They went further than physical. They were mental. Emotional. She would never be able to escape them. She walks through these streets, hunched over, mumbling quiet words to herself, words audible to only herself. Her eyes search the world around her. Maybe looking for a victim, but maybe an escape. Something to free herself from what she is. But really we all knew nothing could save her…

You watch from deep within the this body you are trapped in. You watched as the insanity that controlled you had ripped your sisters throat out. Your hands had. You don’t remember when this happened. when you turned into this monster. But you do know that you want to be free. That you have watched insanity ruin your life for long enough. The trapped isolated feeling washes over you. Reminding you that you were under its control. Reminding you that you no longer were the boss of your body. you were possessed. you were just a spectator as crazy thoughts ran through the mind of the body that you no longer needed. You were just a lost soul deep inside the body of what used to be you. Insanity owned you now. Insanity was you. But no one knew that you were still down here. Lost trapped. Dead.

Her face is twisted, shadowed by the darkness of the insanity that smothers it. She walks through the streets, her feet echoing around her. bouncing off the dirty walls of the houses that lay either side of her path. She says nothing out loud, but under the sounds of her steps, you may be able to make out her quiet mumbling, but she talks to no. only to herself. She is insane, after all. She wants nothing more than to sink her nails into the flesh of a body, a body with a pounding heart. She wants nothing more than to hear the scream of her victim. Her smile grows as the thoughts run through her mind. Her mouth waters, as she thinks of all the ways to make her victim cry in pain, beg for mercy, the way she had seen so many times before. It crawls desperately through her veins, taking control of her once again.

You feel nothing deep down here, nothing that you want to feel. You feel none of the love, that you want so bad, no hope, just the cold bitter happiness of the insanity that haunts you. You wish, even if it’s just for one day, that you could have your body back. Then you may end it. that you may rid yourself from this body…

The streets around her are quiet as she scuttles through them. She wanted so desperately to hear screams of pain. She craved it. She thought back to when she had kill her ‘sister’ when she had taken this body to heal her needs. The screams as the knife ploughed through her chest. The betrayal she saw in the eyes of her victim. She had though it was her sister that had murdered her. well it was… but it was her possessed sister. One that no longer had control of her body, she had lost it so a more powerful being. Insanity..

She now searches the streets, her eyes glued straight ahead, as she made her way slowly towards the centre of town. The part of town, where she could really have some fun.

Come inside now, I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
What seems to be the matter dear
Why do you cry and shake with fear
I've only had the best dub me insane

Last Edit: Jun 11, 2012 5:28:43 GMT -5 by kiah

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Have You No Soul? // OPEN Jun 12, 2012 20:07:58 GMT -5

Post by Lucky on Jun 12, 2012 20:07:58 GMT -5

I noticed the girl who was walking through the Hob. She looked almost dazed, and yet she strode as if she knew exactly what she was doing, and where she was going. She seemed confused at the same time; something I wish I could accomplish. The way she walked reminded me of a confused chicken; my family had one, once.

"'Scuse me, miss? Can I interest you in some berries? All are edible and all have very delicious tastes. You can try one or two of each to see if you like them!" I called to the confused yet solid girl seemingly perched in front of me. I couldn't tell if she looked at me or ignored me, but there wasn't any sort of reply from her.

So, I did what anyone would do and picked up a berry and offered it to her.

"They're fresh, new of the season." I said, pushing back my blond locks and scratching some dust off of my face from the day previous. The baker selling his slightly burnt goods next to me almost grimaced as he saw me clean the underneath of my nail with my teeth. It was the only way to get the dirt out from under it and here in District 12 we practically eat dirt mostly anyway. I glanced over at his slightly burnt, and now cold breads. I offered some berries to him as well, hoping with an inkling that he'd take some; he was a merchant, after all.

I looked back at the girl.

"Well?" I asked, questions raising in my voice.

Last Edit: Jun 12, 2012 20:10:34 GMT -5 by Lucky

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Have You No Soul? // OPEN Jun 15, 2012 12:03:23 GMT -5

Post by P I R A T E S A I L S on Jun 15, 2012 12:03:23 GMT -5

Natili Solstice

I look at the girl with the berries as well. I was A ways away, holding my red haired rascal's hand, I prey she don't have any Strawberries, and that she hasn't found the bush I pluck them from. My hands are stained red from the strawberries that we're already bleeding out.

Felix, My sister, always insists on coming with me, even though shes terrified of any animals, even little birds. She reaches her hand in my basket, her dirty little fingers snatching A juicy, big strawberry. I look at her and her red hair and green eyes, she smiles and stuffs the strawberry into her mouth.

I giggle A bit before walking some more, heading over to the baker to exchange my berries for some of his bread. I stop Felix from wiping her hands on her shirt, she never cares how she looks or how stained she is. Sometimes I wonder how she still has friends. "Felix, find something that isn't your clothes to wipe your hands on." She looks at me, but of course, licks her hands clean instead.

Last Edit: Jun 15, 2012 12:04:08 GMT -5 by P I R A T E S A I L S