Coal dust[gopokes612]

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 21, 2012 20:28:43 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 21, 2012 20:28:43 GMT -5

If rain was the bane of my existence then heat was the bane of the universe. And the worst thing about it was that the sun was so high in the sky that there was no way to hide; there was no shade anywhere. In some places it looked like there was shade but it was just a build up of coal dust. It was some sick joke.

Chrysanthemum walked over to a puddle of fake shadow and kicked it, skufing her boot and hamming her toes into the interior of her boot.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 22, 2012 13:22:19 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 22, 2012 13:22:19 GMT -5

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The mid-day sun beat down on my freshly buzzed head, causing a slight glare to arise. I had removed shirt some two miles before this, and it was now tucked into the back of my shorts. My feet were fitted snuggly into my five-finger shoes. Sweat rolled down my face as I jogged down from the town, into the Seam, my backpack heavy and bouncing off my shoulders. I told Hinry, my adoptive father, that I was going for a run to try and stay in shape, with the Reaping being less than a month away. My mind was blank, except for getting into the Seam, and if possible to the Hob before my cargo turned. I turned a corner, and saw some Peacekeepers standing around, acting like they were doing their job. I slow down as I reach them, and pull two sticks of jerky from the bag on my back. I toss them toward the Peacekeepers, who catch them, nod and continue on their conversation as though nothing had happened.. The road twisted downward until I got to the fork where you could either go left down to the mines, or right to the Hob. I turn right, picking up my clip again. As I turn the corner, WAM!

“ Excuse me!” I blurt out as my momentum carries me through the young woman, now laying on the ground. I stop up and turn back to her, to ensure she isn’t hurt. I bend down to help her up, all the while conscious that I only have a few more minutes in this heat to get my cargo to the Hob. “ I’m sorry! I was in a hurry and I didn’t see you! Are you alright?”

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 22, 2012 13:44:43 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 22, 2012 13:44:43 GMT -5

Chrysanthemum wasn't one for swearing but when she was slammed into and fell to the ground, she couldn't help but mumble a few as she got her bearings. The person that had run into her was a guy with no shirt on and an obviously heavy back pack. She might have punched him but he apologized. Hitting someone who at least apologized would have been wrong.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I landed on my butt,"she dusted off the back of her pants. That coal dust was nevergoing to come out. And she had just gotten these too. She sighed.

"So I guess you have somewhere really important to go? That back pack looks pretty heavy," she stepped back making sure she was out of his way and smiled a little revealing dimples. "Maybe I'll run into you again later? Hopefully without any more accidents," she joked good naturedly

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 22, 2012 14:38:08 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 22, 2012 14:38:08 GMT -5

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That pack looks heavy. Maybe I’ll run into you later? The words hit me pretty hard. Not that they shake me, but they startle me. She is so friendly and I just took her out. Most people would be letting me have it for being rude and blah blah blah. But here she was, just chatting up with me, like nothing had happened at all. And then: dimples. I’m a sucker for dimples on girls, always have been. But I must shake this thought, as she draws the attention back to my pack. The sun beating down on it and here I was standing, doing nothing to ensure the safe delivery of my packages. I smile at the girl, showing her that I am not a complete jerk after all.

“ It’s not too bad,’ I say, smiling and standing back up to my full height, a whopping 5’10”. I nod a little to myself as I turn and begin to walk away toward the Hob, before I suddenly realize how rude I have just been.” Maybe you will. Or, if you’re not doin’ anything right now, you could come with me?” I look at the girl, my stare locked on her eyes, the cocky smile still plastered on my face.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 22, 2012 14:44:27 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 22, 2012 14:44:27 GMT -5

Jeez he's tallCrysanthemum thought. Just about everyone was taller than her, guys and girls but there was something about a tall guy who wasn't a jerk that was very inviting. And it wasn't like she had anything really important to do. There were leftovers-miraculously-in the house that would last tonight and half of tomorrow so her mother would be fed. And she never got invited anywhere.

"Sure,sounds like fun," and everyone could do with a little fun now and then. She walked until she was standing next to him and smiled. "Lead the way."

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 13:05:22 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 23, 2012 13:05:22 GMT -5

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The girl looks up at me, now standing even with me. It’s all I can do to not make some sort of quip about her height, though I decide that it wouldn’t be worth it, or nice of me for that matter. Instead I smile down at her again, and turn down the street, pulling the pack up onto my shoulders again. I buckle the strap across my chest and set out walking once again toward the Hob. The road is dirty, and looks relatively untraveled, grass shooting up in the dirt and the edges being overtaken by grass and weeds. It winds down and around until we are away from the main residential part of the Seam. And there it stands, the dilapidated old coal shed that has become the local black market hot spot. As of late, this has become a regular haunt of mine. Unlike most of the people who frequent this not-so-secret under-ground trading spot, I don’t necessarily need to be here. I choose to come here. I like the people, and honestly, a lot of my business dealings here have gotten me in the good graces of the Peacekeepers. I reach my left hand, the cuts still healing on my knuckles from my most recent altercation, and push open the doors.

Where there was one silence from the outside, has instantly become a roar of voices and other indiscernible clatter. Nearby a Peacekeeper I have come to know as Kyle nods at me and smiles as he spits his latest game at the young girls. He smile back at him and nod, walking in past the clothing vendors and everyone else. I work my way through the crowd, checking back now and again for the girl whose name I had yet failed to obtain. I turn to the left and walk up to Greasy’s station. She smiles at me as I get close, knowing full well what I bring. She flips her head to the side, indicating she wants me to come around back, so I do. Once there , I swing the bag around to my front, and unzip the top, reaching in, watching Greasy’s expression the whole while. I pull out three large roast cuts that I took from dad’s butcher shop this morning. It’s still relatively cold, though I know Greasy doesn’t care, she’ll cook it anyway. I plop the white-paper packages down on the table and smile as I walk away. I repeat this at another vendor, although this one is run by a man, and he doesn’t make stews and such with it. He salts it and will sell it to the one who brings him the nicest prize. I don’t like him much, but he actually pays me for it, so I do what I must. I turn to the girl, two fresh loaves of bread in my hands, and a small bag full of silver coins.

“ Here, this is for you. What is your name by the way?” I hold out one of the loaves to her, still smiling.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 15:15:49 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 23, 2012 15:15:49 GMT -5

Chrysanthemum is awestruck at everything she sees. She's seen this building before when she was wondering around the Seam but she had never thought to go inside. And usually whenever there was a dilapidated building, there was nothing good inside. The average was chunks of rusted metal sticking up like the teeth of some great beast waiting to rip your skin and give you tetanus.

When the boy turns to her with the bread she's even more surprised. She hadn't had fresh bread since...she honestly couldn't remember so she just assumed never.

"Oh wow, thanks,"she said.The bread was soft and smelled amazing."I'm Chrysanthemum. What's your name? So I can thank you properly."

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 15:34:50 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 23, 2012 15:34:50 GMT -5

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Chrysanthemum… This isn’t the first time I had heard her name before, maybe at school. But I had never been able to put a face with the name, until. It was a nice name, and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to forget it; it was unique enough to make sure I couldn’t. I turn my face up for a second, looking for the last spot I must stop at before moving on. I find it and look down at her once again, to find her smelling the bread. It takes everything in me to not throw on a sarcastic and judging face, but I do let out a bit of a snicker.

“I’m Kendrix, and you don’t need to thank me, “ I walk forward and put my right hand on her shoulder as I pass me on her left, turning her to face the way I’m walking. I walk forward up to a smaller booth, that doesn’t have anything on it at first. Once I get to the table I look the keeper, Jax, in the face and nod. He smiles and pulls a black metal box out from under the corner. He slides it across the counter to me, keeping one of his gnarled hands on the top, to keep me from running off with it. I plop the bag of coins on the counter and he nods and smiles, taking the coins, and we part ways. I turn back to find Chrysanthemum in the crowd, slipping the box as nonchalantly as possible into my backpack, keeping the pack turned around onto my chest. I spot her, and whistle, and wave.

“ Chrysanthemum! Chrysanthemum! Over here!” I bark over the tops of some of the people, trying to make sure she doesn’t wander off. The Hob isn’t the safest place in all Panem after all.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 15:54:31 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 23, 2012 15:54:31 GMT -5

"But if I didn't thank you then that would be rude." Chrysanthemum got separated form him and had to rush to keep caught up with him. It was hard considering she was so much smaller than everyone else, you'd think that she'd be able to squeeze into small spots and crevices but no, she just got stuck trying to get through them. When she finally caught up with him she made sure to stay close to his side to avoid being trampled.

"Wow, I didn't even know this place was here. How long have you been coming here?"

Last Edit: Aug 23, 2012 18:40:06 GMT -5 by serum

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 16:24:06 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 23, 2012 16:24:06 GMT -5

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The roar in the Hob suddenly had become too much for even me to hear through. I whirl around and see why. Everyone is stowing away their wares and food and people are making a mass push for the door. Something was wrong, and in about two seconds I see what it was. A group, probably close to a dozen, of Peacekeepers had come in and were grabbing vendors and arresting them. Despite the fact that many of the Peacekeepers did regular business here, there was a small contingent of them that were determined to fully enforce the laws that were in place. They were usually the ones that were fresh out of the Peacekeeper academy, or fresh out of one of the other districts. Either way they had showed up in force today and meant business. They did this about once a month, mostly just to keep the Hob from becoming to big to be kept a decent secret. I grabbed Chrysanthemum’s hand and pulled her hard toward the side. Behind the booth I had just bought from there was a small window with the glass broken out. I ran toward it, turned and squared myself to the girl, interlocking my hands and gaining a base. I toss my head up toward the window, indicating I mean to give her a boost. The hustle is becoming louder and I see the white uniforms growing closer to us, and with them the cussing of those that feel victim to their billy-clubs. I don’t have a ton of time to do more than yell for her.

“Chrys! Let’s go!! NOW!”

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 18:38:39 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 23, 2012 18:38:39 GMT -5

There's something about a panic that brings out the calm in people. Chrysanthemum is not one of those people. Its so loud that it actually makes her ears hurt and at the sight of the armed peace keepers her heart jumps into her throat and starts hammering. She manages to keep up with Kendrix and grabs his hand with a grip deceptively strong for someone her size. When they make it behind a stall and towards a window she starts to understand what he wants her to do. But the chaos is causing her brain to move so sluggishly that she still can't comprehend everything that is going on.

"Chrys! Let's go!! NOW!"

After that, she doesn't think. She grabs the edge of the window and pulls herself up letting Kendrix give her the extra leverage she needs to get out of the window completely and quickly. As she drops out of the window onto the ground she grabs Kendrix's hand and pulls him out of the window with her, cutting her arm on the small remains of glass in the window. She had fallen on the bread, crushing it but at that moment she couldn't worry about it.

Keeping a tight hold on Kendrix's hand she runs with him through every back alley in the Seam getting to her house in record time. She forces the door open and runs in, slamming it shut after he gets in and locks it. Not like it will actually stop a peace keeper but the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place gives her some feeling of safety. Her mother was in the kitchen warming up the left overs for dinner.

She looked surprised to say the least. When she opened her mouth to say something Chrysanthemum quickly shushed her and ducked down under the window, pulling Kendrix down with her and watched as part of the crowd of peace keepers that had been in the building marched right passed her house.She was still breathing heavily and collapsed onto the flow almost hyper ventilating.

"What happened?" her mother was hovering near her arm. When her mother had moments of clarity and came back to reality she was a great mom. Always worried about Chrysanthemum's well-being and very loving. This was thankfully one of those moments. "You're bleeding,"she picked up Chrysanthemum's arm and looking at the cut. It wasn't long but it was deep and it was bleeding actively, leaving a small puddle of blood on the floor. Her mom turned to Kendrix with a steely look on her face and ordered him to get the first aid kit that was stuffed in the bathroom cabinet. She also told him to get alcohol and to grab the spare fabric that would be with it.

Chrysanthemum just laid on the floor trying to go through everything that happened.

Dammit, I lost the bread...

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 19:13:25 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 23, 2012 19:13:25 GMT -5

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Everything happened so fast I hardly have time register any of it. One minute I’m boosting Chrysanthemum through the window in the Hob, the next thing I know we are weaving in and out of alleyways. Then, without warning I find myself here, in a house I’m not familiar with, being ordered around by a woman I haven’t seen before in my entire life. I don’t really know what to make of all this but my instincts kick in when I see the blood. I stand up and walk, a little hurry in my step through the kitchen, which has a slightly damp and mildew-ey smell to it. My heart pounds in my chest, not from the running, but the adrenaline. I can control myself when this hits, thanks to the years I spent in District 2 academies, but this part I never got. My breathing and heart rate are still through the ceiling. I turn to the right, pushing my way through a small wooden door. I say it’s small because at 5’10” I only clear the top of the door frame by a few inches.

I find the bathroom surprisingly clean, and the small washtub is almost as nice as the one I’ve become used to, though none of it compares to the lifestyle I was accustomed to in District 2. The medicine cabinet is mounted behind the mirror, over the sink. I open it and grab the small red box out. There is a pretty thick layer of Coal Dust on it, indicating it hasn’t moved in a long while. I look at the box a long while, examining it. It so ressembles the ones we used at the Academy. I nod and turn to the door before I remember that there is something else that I have forgotten. What was it?.. Why can’t I remember?....”ALCOHOL!!” I turn back to the medicine cabinet, which I had absent-mindedly left open, and grab the bottle of alcohol sitting there with the small patch of cloth folded up underneath it. I walk back into the kitchen and see Chrysanthemum still laying on the floor, her mother busying herself, trying to clean the cut as much as possible. As I approach the pair and kneel down gently opposite Chrysanthemum’s mother. I lay the first aid kit down and look at the cut. It’s rather nasty, truth be told. The deep ones tend to be buggers all the way around.

As her mother sets to work on the cut, I sit back, and begin to look around. The house is rather nice as houses in the Seam go. Most of them are on the crappier side of life, and I honestly wouldn’t be caught dead in them. But this one, I can at least stand to be in this one. It has a distinct air that just says home to it. It’s nice. I sudden turn my attention to my pack, realizing that I haven’t checked to make sure it was closed up and that I still have all of my things. I pull the light, pale green bag to my side and unzip the main compartment: everything is there. My water bottle, my climbing gloves, my change of clothes, and my most recent acquisition, the flat black metal box. I don’t remove it, but I pat it, happy to see that I didn’t lose that. After checking the other pockets of the pack I’m satisfied with what I see, and then I realize something: my shirt is no longer tucked into my shorts. I’m still not wearing it, though I have pulled my spare long-sleeve t-shirt out and laid it across my lap. I wouldn’t care, but it was one of my old Academy training shirts, which has my name embroidered on it. I don’t know where I lost it, but if it’s at the Hob, I could be in real trouble. I stand up, pulling the spare shirt on over my head. It’s a dark blue, which gives me a decisively dark look, with my black shorts and black shoes on. I look down at Chrysanthemum, picking up my pack.

” Are you alright to stay here? I mean it is your house…. I need to go back, I think I left something..” I say all this, trying to play off an air of coolness, though I am anything but. I can’t stand just standing her and watching her get stitched up while I run the risk of getting myself and my family arrested. I turn and start for the door, before I realize I have left my water bottle laying on the floor next to Chrys.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 23, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5

"Hey," she calls and as Kendrix calls she tosses his wate bottle to him with her good arm as her mother cleans her cut with the alcohol he had retrieved. She hisses and whines. She doesn't want to look like a wimp but alcohol in a fresh open wound really freaking hurts.

"Be careful, okay? Those peace keepers looked like they'd attack anyone for anything."

She couldn't quite understand why she was sad he was leaving. Maybe because unlike everyone else, he hadn't just ignored her. Well not everyone but it was nice to have more than just her mother and her best friend pay attention to her. And she really didn't want him to get hurt. Peace keepers could be decidedly evil when they wanted to and the thought of anyone getting hurt by them was upsetting to her.

As her mother finished cleaning and stitching her wound the front door swung open. Standing on the other side of it was her best friend:Briar.

He was just as tall as Kendrix was and had dark shaggy hair and charred charcoal colored eyes.He was wide at the shoulder and Chrysanthemum teased him by calling him barrell chested but it wasn't like it was untrue. He was uncharacteristically well-muscled for someone who lived int he Seam.

He gave Kendrix a quick once over and decided to not say anything and rushed in. Apparently the peace keepers weren't done causing trouble yet.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 21:01:18 GMT -5

Post by gopokes612 on Aug 23, 2012 21:01:18 GMT -5

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The door swinging open cause me to take a few steps back. The guy standing on the other side looks a little more surprised than I would have expected. I didn’t know what to expect when it flew open, but anyone would be better than seeing that awful white uniform staring back at me. He is about my height, and pretty thick as boys from District 12 run. Naturally, being a guy, I size him up instantly and smile at him, abstaining from saying anything first. Luckily the awkwardness of the whole instance is broken by his act of rushing past me to Chrysanthemum, who was laying on the floor, her arm now freshly bandaged. I step into the doorway, looking up and down the street. It’s more or less deserted, save for a few people now running between houses. I look back at Chrysanthemum, the newly arrived boy, and her mother. They look busy enough that they won’t notice me slip out, so I do. I walk out onto the porch of the house and as soon as I do, they round the corner.

Three white uniforms round the corner and beginning walking up the street, more toward the town and the Hall of Justice, the opposite direction of the Hob. I point my face to the ground and bring my hand up, feigning an itch as I walk across the street to an alley that should lead almost all the way to the Hob again; when one of them calls out at me.”Hey! Kendrix! Come here!” You would think that them knowing my name would pacify me, but it doesn’t. It seemed everyone knew my name around here, so all it does is send me into alert mode. If them know me, if they are after me at this point, I try to think about where I can run to know. I can’t fight them off, there is no way. There are four of them, all about my size. I could run, but how far would I get? The Hob? Maybe I could get to the fences and run for it, but the hovercrafts would catch me in the Woods, guaranteed. It doesn’t matter. I suddenly realize that I have been running for almost a quarter mile now, not down the alley, but down the main street. The Peacekeepers were in hot pursuit, running after me, but I’m faster than them. I’m faster then almost everyone. I turn a corner and clamber up a fence, or try to at least. WHAM!

A body almost as heavy as mine slams into me and grabs my by the waist of my shorts and my shirt. They pull me back off the fence, pushing me backward into the wall of a house. My muscles tense up as I prepare to try and fight my way into some space so I can run again, when I look up into a familiar face. Kyle looks at me and smiles. “ What was that? I just figured you would want this.” He extends his hand, dropping my rolled up t-shirt into my hands. He smiles and nods at me, before he and the other Peacekeepers turn and walk away. I laugh a little, thinking about how ridiculous I feel now. They just chased me for better than ten minutes, and all he wanted to do was save my butt. I shake it off, stuff the shirt into the waistband of my shorts and begin walking back. I had dropped my backpack on the porch of Chrysanthemum’s house, and I would need that before I could go home. The walk is long, and boring. The sun is beginning to set and life is returning to the Seam as I walk up the street to the house. As I near it, I see the door has been shut, and my pack is gone.” Awesome! That’s what I needed, was my pack stolen. Fantastic!” I mumble all this, as I walk and push the door open. It’s worth a shot to check if someone pulled it inside. They did, as it turns out. My pack is set on a chair in the living room. I walk over to and pick it up, before I realize that the other boy, who I assume to be Chrysanthemum’s boyfriend, is standing there, looking at me. I look at him, a confident, strong look plastered on my features.

“ T’sup?’ I say looking at him. I half expect him to attack me, so I clench my fist on the opposite side of my body, out of his sight. I stand there, feet spread, chest out, trying to let him know it’s a really bad idea for him to come at me. But that is his choice and I stand, waiting for his move, ready for whatever that move might be.

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Coal dust[gopokes612] Aug 23, 2012 21:25:34 GMT -5

Post by serum on Aug 23, 2012 21:25:34 GMT -5

"Briar, can you help mom organize the closet? I can't-she's worried I'll pop a stitch,"

Briar, being the over-protective individual he was gave Kendrix a lasting glance that said he was not happy with him being there. But he was very rarely happy with anything that was going on. But he left all the same. And as he walked down the hallway, Chrysanthemum turned the corner.

"Oh, great, you're back. You left your pack here,"
She smiled at pointed to where it was sitting at in a chair. She had changed clothes, no longer wearing her coal dust covered pants and shirt. She was wearing shorts and a light shirt, the bandaging on her arm seemed a little over board but it couldn't be helped when a mother went into protect mode.

"Oh, Briar didn't give you any trouble did you? He's just protective, but he's a really good friend. And I didn't tell him about what you sold or anything like that. I just told him the peace keepers scared me and you helped me home,"

She smiled the entire time, showing her dimples and nursing her sore arm at her side. She was calm now, no longer a panicking mess but she was still shaken-litterally. Although they were minute there were small tremors going through her body. She had thought about eating but when she had tried she had thrown it all up because of her nerves.

Will the people in that building be okay? They won't be killed will they?" she was visibly upset and there was genuine worry and sadness in her face. "Briar said that they were going after people in the town too, for no reason. A lot of people got hurt."

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