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MY IMMORTAL // OPEN Aug 5, 2012 8:30:11 GMT -5

Post by jess on Aug 5, 2012 8:30:11 GMT -5

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The 61st Hunger Games had finished.

Marianne had been watching, hanging on to every moment. She had watched as Fitz' harpoon clashed into Mahlah's flesh, and Mahlah's body had given up. Listening to their words. Then watched as Klaus cut through Fitz and Fitz fell limp. She knew who the victor was. Klaus Govarich, District 3. She took a glance at her mum, who continued to stare at the screen as the victor was announced. She got up, and said, "Mum." Her mum looked up. "Mum, I won't be chosen. Don't worry." But her mum still looked uncertain, and Marianne knew she couldn't get her mum to believe it. She couldn't make any promises.

She had heard the description of the Hunger Games so many times. It was permanently rolling in her mind - the fear of being the next victim to slump over and her soul be drained from her limp body really got to her. She had watched child after child fall to the ground, their eyelids flickering and their body giving up on the screen in front of her. The Hunger Games. An event where 12 districts would offer a girl and boy to sacrifice themselves. To fight. 24 people go in, scared as hell, aside from the Careers. About a month later, only one comes out, battered, bruised and scarred. The Games having made a permanent effect on their lives.

Marianne's hatred for the Gamemakers was drawing her to insanity. It drove her crazy to think she was letting a bunch of greedy idiots shove 24 innocent children into a giant arena to fight until one survived. The thought was sickening, and whirled around the little food in her flat stomach. That was another thing. Good-hearted, generous people would care less about a game where innocent children slaughter innocent children and focus more on the poverty and sadness of the lower districts, such as her own.

District 10 was full of burning hatred for the Capitol, which was carefully avoided the subject of in conversation. Marianne daren't speak of her rebellious thoughts, as she knew she'd be wheeled to the Capitol and her tongue sliced off. She looked back at her mum, who still gazed at the screen, which Marianne had just switched off. "Mum, I'm going out. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" Her mum nodded, and Marianne walked out of the house swiftly, but her worries still swimming in her mind.

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MY IMMORTAL // OPEN Aug 14, 2012 13:35:54 GMT -5

Post by mcmarti99 on Aug 14, 2012 13:35:54 GMT -5

It was too early to be awake. It was too early for anyone, except Irene, my dreaded step mother. Unfortunately for me, she had not brought any of her own kids to take care of when she came here. And Skylar was well taken care of by maids until he was old enough to be proper, or so Irene said. Dad worked all day. Yes, the only one Irene had to bother was me. Rhymarine, dear, ladies get up at the crack of dawn to prepare the house for their husbands. That why we are here you know? Her words, or should I say song, rang in my ears like the buzz of a bumble bee, stinging me, in the throat. She was the only one that called me by that name, By my mother, I am Rhymer, but when Irene marched in here and took over the show she demanded that my name be changed to a more, lady like, style. And thus was born Rhymarine. Snarling, I watched the dreaded big breasted woman. The floor seemed to shake, and the world seemed to endlessly spin when she was around. She made my eyes twitch and my stomach automatically suck in; I was like her pet, a trained dog that gets scolded for even looking at food on the counter before everyone's had theirs. Rolling back in my head were my green eyes and I let them droop, I made my stomach poof out, just so she would find me like this. Just so I could disgust her.

Down the hallway I heard her humming, she was heading towards my room. She kicked open the door with her bedazzled shoe and marched in. One of my eyes couldn’t help but keep itself open, just to watch her. Today, she was sporting a fluffy pink scarf, paired with a leopard print shirt. Causing obvious blisters on her feet were bedazzled flats. Covering her was a short bright pink leather skirt. Her eyes were plastered with what must have been three pounds of eye liner, mascara, and eye shadow. A vibrant red blush was plastered on her chubby cheeks. Looking like she was just shipped off from the Capitol, it took all I had not to laugh. Her wretched scent filled the room with what was supposed to be a homemade plum blossom, but turned out smelling like cow manure. Rhymarine honey? She sang as she shook me awake. OH! Rhymarine! She gasped as she smacked my stomach, hard. I don't care if you are sleeping! You must suck in, darling! My eyes jerked open and I held my stomach, thinking that my guts might spill out because of the smell of her perfume. Now get up, dear, so we can put a corset on you and give you some short of shape. As I rose I groaned, but made my way to the mirror, just as told, removing my night gown. Irene got the corset from my closet and walked over to me, placing it across my chest and waist. Groans escaped my mouth as she tightened the strings on the back as tight as they would go, making me look ridiculously skinny. I would loosen them later, without Irene knowing.

She next grabbed a plaid flannel shirt from my closet. It was layered with blues and reds and browns. My favorite shirt dangled from Irene’s painted nails. It was my mother's though I never told Irene that. She made me get rid of all my mother's things, or so she thought, but I had hidden many of her things, and this shirt was one of them. Anger boiled in my stomach as Irene fingered it, yet my face stayed the same. The soft fabric touched my skin. . It felt like heaven was descending around me. The warm and soft feeling made my posture slack and my eyes close. Looking in the mirror at me, Irene demanded I straighten up, and I went back to my modelistic stance while she put on my jeans. We dressed so differently, while you'd expect her to dress me like herself. By dressing me this way she says she wants to embody my youth with clothes. Also she wants me to look like a farm girl, because that is what my reputation has become. A rich, but farmy, farm girl. I am afraid of animals, but I even have to get near them when anyone from town comes around.

Rhymarine dear, today or tomorrow, if not then the next day should be the fianle of The Hunger Games. She said as she was tightening my corset by one more knot. The Hunger Games. This was the thing I hated most about Irene. She loved them, thinking it was a great idea to keep the Districts in line. She has always lived in a rich family where no one has to buy tesserae and her family has always bet on the tributes. A look of disgust was on my face in my mind, but again my face remained the same, bland expression. She knew I hated the Games, especially the finale. ‘Reassuringly’ I was sure she couldn't wait to watch me as they unfolded. Mother. As she makes me call her, though in my mind she will always be Irene. I am not watching those Games. No matter what you say. Oh.. Pitty yourself all you want. You are watching these games. No questions asked. My face grew red hot. No mother. That is the one thing I will not do. My voice had grown into a yell. She looked down on me, trying to elude me into thinking she was more powerful than me. Her chubby hand fingered at my face, and then swung at it, hitting me square in the cheek. You will do exactly as I say. And there is nothing you can do about it. Quickly raising my hand to smack her back, I had every intention of smacking her made-up face, but before my hand smacked her across the face, her fingers wrapped themselves around my arm. This sent searing pain through my wrists. Her nails dug into my skin, causing blood to stain them. Twisting my arm behind my back she pinned me against the wall. As she punched me in the gut I fell to the floor in a heap of nothingness. She stepped on my hand. And don't you even think about leaving this room today young lady. You WILL watch the Games. And you WILL rejoice in the victory of the winner. Tears were streaming down my face. Looking her right in the eye, I spat at her. You can't control me forever, Irene. She let out a hefty laugh and slammed the door. Her leaving left me alone, in a heaping pile of crying nothingness. All my pride was lifted from me like a saddle rom a horse. Hoping I would get away someday, I eased my thoughts, as I always got away from her.

Reflecting on this morning's drama I sat in the apple tree behind my grandparent’s house. Beaming there in pride, I sat where Irene couldn't find me all day. She did send out the ranch hands to look for me, but they weren't successful at finding me. Either that or they just felt sorry for me, which probably isn't the case since I am like fifty times richer than them. Slipping back in when Irene was asleep, I let myself doze, thinking about how she punched me. Thought’s crossed my mind about telling my father, as Irene had never done something of this extreme, but I knew that wasn't a good idea. My mind wondered about tomorrow, and what punishment I would take. Guess I’ll find out. These thoughts circled in my mind as I began to drift. At least I missed the finale of the Hunger Games.

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Last Edit: Aug 14, 2012 22:57:55 GMT -5 by mcmarti99

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MY IMMORTAL // OPEN Aug 16, 2012 12:29:18 GMT -5

Post by jess on Aug 16, 2012 12:29:18 GMT -5

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I slid to the ground, the empty feeling in my stomach suddenly bursting. When somebody asked me how I felt and I explained the bursting feeling in my stomach, the person sighed and walked away, murmuring something about the unfairness of letting people starve to death, and innocent children kill each other. My thoughts went back to each death of the games. I lay down and stared at the clouds. Then my eyes slowly shut. Then I heard my mother sobbing, which startled me awake. Just when I had almost died. "Sweetie, the Peacekeepers were just about to retrieve your body!" she wailed.

"Shh, Mum, it's okay, it's okay," I said, patting my mum on the back. "I'm all right, Mum, I'm here, I'm here. I won't leave you, I promise." Then Mum's eyes began to close. I looked down at her, my eyes widening. I desperately felt for a heart-beat. But there was nothing. I burst into tears as I fell over my mother's body. The Peacekeepers shoved me off her and picked her up. "You'll NEVER understand!" I screamed after the Peacekeepers. My voice was high and shrill, and caused people to stare. Then I dropped the locket Mum gave me years ago and ran off. Then I sank to the floor outside a house, crying into the floor.

Last Edit: Oct 22, 2012 12:28:07 GMT -5 by jess