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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] May 26, 2012 22:22:21 GMT -5

Post by Kire on May 26, 2012 22:22:21 GMT -5

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Errands, oh how he despised errands. It meant he had to go out in public and view people who could talk, the people who enjoyed watching kids suffer and enjoyed having human slaves. (Slaves like him.) He felt a rush of bitterness as he passed a group of three women, eagerly gossiping about this years tributes. They were telling each other that the tribute they liked the best would win, that they were the strongest, fiercest tribute and because of that, victory was assured. (It made him sick.)

He was thankful, though, that none of the tributes had been his brother. If Quinten's name had been drawn he wouldn't have known what to do. He wouldn't be able to watch as his brother went through the torture, the pit of death that was the Hunger Games. Not that thinking that another kid had taken his brother's place made him feel any better. If he was still in District twelve, and if he had been underage, he would have volunteered for the poor boy who had been ripped away from his family to face almost certain death. It was a one in twenty-four shot. And the other twenty-three kids were all out to win to. (All out to kill you.)

No, he had to stop thinking about it. These ideas wouldn't help him buy the supplies his masters needed. Focusing back on the task at hand, he made his way to the City Circle. The sight of it made him shiver. The tributes had come through here on their way to the training center, this was more or less the last of the Capitol they would see before entering the arena. He pushed the thought aside. Supplies, just think of the supplies you have to get. However much he hated fetching and toting things, it gave him something to concentrate on so he could block out the people. The crazily dressed people who were betting on the lives of children like they were horses to be raced.

He came to one of the two store he had to go to. Digging out the list of items from his pocket, he entered the store. He read the list quickly and searched the aisles for the items on it. He was just able to hold of the things without getting a basket or cart, though he had to get a bit creative. Not to mention, he got odd looks from the Capitolites in the store. He always did, so it didn't phase him. Soon enough they would realize he was an Avox and avert their gaze. Not many Capitolites cared for Avoxes. The other Avoxes just avoided looking at him, looking at anyone in general really. Most of them were younger than him, possibly even fresh avoxes, and were a little awkward around others. This didn't surprise him either. He still wasn't fully comfortable with not being able to talk, and he wasn't sure he would ever be.

Now at the check-out, he carefully placed all the items on the till and dug in his pocket for the money his master had given him. Pulling it out, he waited until the man rang through all the items and put them in bags. Passing over the money, he started to gather up the bags. The man asked if he wanted a receipt and he had to nod his head, unable to create the simple single syllable answer because of his lack of a tongue. The man gave him a funny look, as if it was only now that he realized that Shalev was an avox. Stupid man. He thought, gruffly, not exactly enthralled by being stared at as he was. Silently, he dipped his head and finished gathering the bags as the man stuffed the receipt into one of the bags.

Leaving the store, he stepped outside and began to walk towards the next store. For all he was tempted to growl, one of the few sounds he could make still, he pushed his anger away. It wouldn't do him any good right now. If only everyone was as stupid as him, it would make my job of escaping so much easier. No, focus. Back to shopping. Berated and loathed, but distracting, shopping.

The next store came with a list as well. Thankfully this was a shorter one. Managing to hold all of the bags in one hand, he gathered the listed items with the other. He had just gotten the last thing on the list and was making his way towards the till when the clerk looked up. The flash of alarm in the clerks eyes made Shalev pause. What was wrong? Then he realized. Because of the bags in his one hand, and the way he had crammed all of the other items under his arm made it look like he was robbing the store. Or at least it did to this guy. Of course, he was doing no such thing, but he couldn't say anything. If only he had a tongue.

He decided to try and clear it up by putting all of the items on the till and pulling out the money for them, but the clerk had stood up and picked up a phone, dialing quickly. Rage at the stupidity of the clerk filled him and it took all of his strength to not chuck a can at the man's head. Why do I have to deal with such idiots?

He tried to hurriedly go to the checkout to pay, but sadly the exit was in the same direction and the clerk sprang towards the door, speaking fast into the phone at his ear. Great. Just great. How am I going to explain myself when I can talk? Sighing, he carefully put everything on the floor and reached for the money in his pocket. But that wasn't his most brilliant idea, because now it looked like he was about to draw a gun. He could see the assumption in the clerk's eyes. Oh I give up. Rolling his eyes, he moved his hand away from his pocket and crouched. If he was going to have to wait for a peacekeeper, he may as well be comfortable. Stupid Capitolites. He thought, exasperated.

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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] May 27, 2012 3:18:36 GMT -5

Post by kiah on May 27, 2012 3:18:36 GMT -5

I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I've been drinking too much for sure
I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I got an empty cup
Pour me some more

Lying on the ground you smile to yourself. You feel as light as a feather. You feel that one strong breeze will blow you away. You start praying for a breeze, a breeze that will take you far away, far away from this place. A breeze comes and goes. But you stay. You frown. Starting to get agitated.

why hadn’t the breeze taken you with it? you think to yourself. why are you still left here, in the middle of the road, as heavy as a boulder. Your frustration feels you from head to toe, like air filling a balloon, you feel as though at any moment you would explode. But not float away. You brush away the balloon thought, it bring back to many memories of feeling as light as a feather…

Finally you let the thought float away. Your vision swirls with colors, the rainbow! You realise. It was right in front of you, swirling, and mingling with each color to form a new one. You watch memorised by the constantly changing colors. They move gracefully. Entwining gentle with each other, to form a perfect bond. Suddenly you want to be part of the swirling colors. The sudden want to be one with them fills you. You urgently try to swipe and mingle with the colors. To any stranger you would look abnormal. Only you knew what was going around in your head. You jiggle trying to copy their graceful movement, hoping that they would accept you, but the harder you try the further away they get, until you are left swiping and worming around on the road.

After a moments defeat, you realise that lying in the middle of the road isn’t the smartest idea. Getting yourself into the standing position took a lot of your energy. You start to walk aimlessly down the road, feeling abandoned, lost. Disappointed. Why hadn’t the colors swirling teasingly in front of you accepted you? Why? you ask yourself, you really wanted to know. You try to brush the thought away, like it meant nothing, but honestly you had never wanted anything more in your life, that’s how it had felt. It had felt as though those graceful colors, were your life. Ouch. Rejected. Your life had rejected you.

Ring ring
Is that you on the phone?
You think you're clever
But you're never saying nothing at all-

“What do you want?” you answer your phone with irritation. You were not in the mood. All you wanted to do was play with colors.- wait! Knock it out. You were not a child. “Well?”

“well what do we have here? I will be right there.” You end the conversation.

Well this was going to be fun. Some little fucker thought he could just steal something? And then threatened to pull the trigger? Not in your world. You feel the evil smile that creeps onto your face. This is what you love about your job. You nearly laugh.

You make it to the shop in matters of moments your smile increased as you walk into the stare. The shop keeper is instantly by your side, he looks frightened, but determined not to be put down by her. now… this should be fun! you feel your charm come to you. You put on a a fake reassuring smile- the last thing you wanted to do was reassure this man. He was the least of your concerns, but you smile anyways, making your beautiful features softer. The smile, seems to calm the man, he looks at you dreamily, waiting for your next move. You look at the boy. He sits on the ground. He’s meant to be the guy robbing the store? you think to yourself in disbelief. you’ve got to be kidding. your eyes travel over the acussed. Taking in every detail. The color of his hair, the way his eyes diverted your when you caught him looking. The way his mouth sat perched quietly, not saying a words. The way his body sagged under the weight of my gaze, but also the patient way he didn’t try to come to his defence.

To your surprise you find that your smile softens as you take him in. instantly you try to make your smile as menacing as you can, but you still feel a soft side to it. Meeh I tried. with that you drop your smile altogether. You turn to the shop owner studing him quickly. “what happened?” you ask in an almost bored voice.

Your mind floats back to rainbows as the man explains what happened.

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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] Jun 29, 2012 23:39:38 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Jun 29, 2012 23:39:38 GMT -5

Shalev Tegid Pizzaro

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It felt like hours that he had been crouching here, instead of minutes. Finally, a peacekeeper had arrived. She was beautiful, tall and pale with dark hair and dark eyes. She also looked to be about his age. Not that any of this mattered though, he wasn't really in the mood for romance, especially with a woman who was here to arrest him, or more likely kick his ass, for something he didn't do. What else could he expect from a peacekeeper, much less one residing in the Capitol. The shopkeeper was at her side now, and Shalev rolled his eyes as he saw the conflict of emotions in the man's eyes. Ugh, can we just get this over with, you can stare at her later, I just want to get out of here and be done. It was obvious, though, that the woman had no interest in the shopkeeper and was eyeing him. He looked up and met her gaze, though he felt himself shrink slightly under her dark gaze. Oh snap out of it. He shook himself inwardly, straightening his spine slightly.

He watched, with a small feeling of shock, as the woman's smile, fake from the moment with the shopkeeper, became softer and more real. Continuing the watch the smile, he saw her try to make it a fiercer smile but then it reverted to the gentler expression it had first shifted into. Pondering it, but discarding it, he listened as she turned to the shopkeeper to ask, "What happened?" Keeping one ear trained on the man as he explained, Shalev slowly stretched upward until he was standing at full height. It wasn't in an attempt to intimidate either the man or the woman, it was merely to take the strain off his ankles, which had started to hurt. He rolled his eyes as the shopkeeper got to the part where he was supposedly about to draw a gun. As if I would be able to get a hold of a gun. I would have been lashed for the attempt, possibly even killed. What an idiot man. Sighing, he carefully made his way over to the pair, leaving everything where he had placed it on the floor. Trying to seem as non-threatening as possible was a little challenging when you were already suspected of robbery and wielding a firearm. Oh yeah, and when you can't talk.

It amused him to see the distant look in the woman's eyes as the man rambled, going on about how he had been sure that this boy was a thief. Shalev huffed, he was not a boy. He wasn't sure if he was a man now, but he was fully grown, being twenty-two. He was no child to be scolded, nor a teenager to be challenged for every action. But even so, he was not able to explain this, or anything else because of his lack of a tongue. Not that he felt much like explaining at the moment. He felt an odd, but overwhelming, desire to make faces at the man without the peacekeeper's knowledge, but alas another downfall of being an avox. You couldn't stick out a tongue that you didn't have. Is that all my life is now, some big joke or misunderstanding? He let out a small sigh, relishing the simple noise as one of the few sounds he could make. Well, it certainly appears that the Capitol thinks so, or at least the government does. He shot a silent glare at the shopkeeper, who continued to babble. Yet another reason to hate the Capitol.

If he wasn't careful he'd have to write down all the reasons, the list was getting longer every year he lived here. Blah, blah, blah, welcome to my life.

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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] Aug 27, 2012 20:28:19 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Aug 27, 2012 20:28:19 GMT -5

You just hate it when people disturb you for no good damn reason, it annoys the crap out of you, and people who annoy you don’t always have the best day. When people annoy you they will know about it, and they will be rueing the day that they decided to disturb you for no good damn reason. After all, if it has nothing to do with you, why worry about. It’s not like you actually care enough about these people in the capitol to make sure they are having the time of their life, dude you care about no one that much, ~~well apart from yourself, that is, you always put yourself first, screw the rest…~~

Finally you are drawn back to the surface of your thoughts, only to discover that the lousy shopkeeper is still rambling about his problems. What does he think you are? A psychologist? Does he think you are here to listen to his life problems? but you let him ramble. After all, why stop him? He’s on a roll. you watch carefully as his mouth moves in a quick motion, desperate to let the lies fly out, to let his voice dominate the room, but for all you care he could be talking to a brick wall, it might actually pay more attention. You were interested in the boy.

He just seemed to sit there; quiet sadly no saying a word, just taking what is given to him. If that had of been you… Well let’s just say the story might be much different. There would have been a lot more commotion, as you said before if a person was to annoy you… But being a peacekeeper it was pretty simple for you to nick something under a shopkeepers nose, they would be too scared to ever accuse you of doing such a thing, not if they valued there life, that is.

Your eyes search the boy again, still trying to figure out why thus boy says not even a word, why he lets this lousy shopkeeper push him around. You are so confused. But then you ask yourself why you care? Why do you care about this little piece of useless life? You never cared about some slacker before. Then a frightening thought hits you. You were becoming soft! you couldn’t believe it! you were becoming soft! Feeling sorry for someone who couldn’t stand up for themselves! You practically spit on yourself in disgust. Soft. You were not soft! And this boy was not going to change it!

You start to breath hard as your eyes burn into the boy. He made you soft, even if it was just for a few moments, you had been nice not on your own accord, and it had been his problem. You could barely contain your anger as your mind raced with these thoughts. People will now see me as weak. As someone who is easy. You had to prove them wrong. Your eyes flash fiercely, someone had to pay, for- for- for this moment of weakness.

You face transforms into an evil grin; it spreads across your face like a wild bushfire. “Thank-you Shopkeeper” You say pulling out your charm. Gently you place your hand on the keepers shoulder and you look deeply into his eye, [/colo]“I will deal with this little thief now, okay, you go and… Do… whatever it is that you a supposed to be doing.” You say exaggerating the sentence. The shopkeeper nods obediently, and wanders over to- do whatever it is that he does with his life, except bugger an annoyed peacekeeper.

“You, get up.” You don’t even look at the boy as you turn and storm from the shop. You were scared that if you laid your eyes on the boy once more, that again you might crumble. That again you might turn soft. And at the moment you enjoyed the anger that rocked your body. “He will rue the day he messed with me…”

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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] Aug 30, 2012 23:49:31 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Aug 30, 2012 23:49:31 GMT -5

Shalev Tegid Pizzaro

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The shopkeeper continued to babble on as he watched, silent as ever though the accusations kept flying from the man. It wasn't as if there was much he could do. The only way he had to explain himself, aside from miming, was through writing. At least the family that he lived with now hadn't condoned him from writing. Sadly, he had no paper or pens to write with, not even something as simple as chalk. If he was going to have to converse with either of these two, he would have to mime his way through. Joy, nothing he liked more than looking more like a fool than he already did.

His face showed only the faintest signs of his sour mood, with a small frown and sharp eyes. When he shifted his gaze to the Peacekeeper, ~~the beautiful Peacekeeper,~~ he managed to push all but the frown from his face. When he met her gaze, he held it calmly, keeping himself under control for the sake of just getting out of there. The sooner this was over with, the better. A moment later, sudden anger burned in the woman's eyes, startling him some. Was it from his unwillingness to submit like a pup, or something else entirely?

The evil grin that was now on her face concerned him, but he held still. It wasn't as though he hadn't taken punishment before, but usually he had actually done something that was labeled worthy of being punished, instead of being wrongly accused. "Thank-you Shopkeeper." The false charm in her voice was obvious to you, but the blathering man couldn't shut himself up fast enough. It was apparent that he had easily become smitten with the woman. Well, she was also a Peacekeeper, so being somewhat afraid of her too had made him hasten to do as she asked. Shalev had to admit, she knew how to work people. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't like the Capitolites, it would take more than simple formalities to sooth him.

"I will deal with this little thief now, okay, you go and… Do… whatever it is that you a supposed to be doing." Her words, while insulting to him, had an immediate affect on the shopkeeper. Shalev watched as the man bustled to do as she said, nearly tripping in his anxiety to go back to his duties. The desire to roll his eyes and sigh were quickly smothered as the Peacekeeper once more looked at him. "You, get up." Then her eyes left him, and she stamped out of the shop, her boots making impressive thuds on the shop floor. It was clear that she would come back in and drag him out if he daudled, so he decided to just make life easier on both of them and walk out behind her.

He had left the pile of things in the middle of the floor, not bothering to pick them up as he left. Just before walking out the door, he gave into his urge to bug the man, giving him a devious grin as he fingered him. Then, with a glare, he turned and left, following the Peacekeeper out of the shop. As the door shut behind him, he heard the woman speak, though it was obviously not to him, "He will rue the day he messed with me…" Narrowing his eyes in his confusion, he made his way over to the woman. Normally, he would ask why she had said such a thing, but as an Avox there was no hope that he could. Instead, he walked to stand in from of her and tried to catch her eye.

Crossing his arms, he waited silently for an explanation of what would be happening, because he hated not knowing. Some people would argue that it would be better left as a surprise in case he was to be punished, but he personally would rather know what was going to happen to him than try and figure out if he was going to be punished or not. So, he shifted his weight to one side and simply watched her calmly, his mouth set into a small frown of irritation.

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Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Kiah] Sept 20, 2012 4:49:50 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Sept 20, 2012 4:49:50 GMT -5

You remember the time that your father had walked out the door. The time that everything in the world started falling back into place. It hurt. It hurt to feel your heart torn in two again. You had trusted him with your life. You had done everything for him. He was everything you had dreamed of… but you know, sometimes- most the time- dreams are just dreams. They are not reality, no matter how much you may want it. he had me around his finger, pulling the strings the way he had wanted them. You had been so young, you had not realised anything. You were blind to hatred; you were blind to things that could hurt you. Basically you were blind to anything that you didn’t want to see. That’s how childhood goes. The people that love you try and keep you close making sure that you were safe. But really was it for your benefit..? Well in most cases but not yours. It hand been for your fathers. He had made out that he would ‘catch a grenade for you’ then the next thing you know he is trying to bang the woman that had him out of her life.

Finally you let your eyes stray to the boy in front of you… you think of the many times you had used people to get what you want. You think of how many hearts you had broken. Were you really that different? Or did you have more in common that you had first thought… You had used people to get what you want, and then you had just thrown them away, like they were a piece of rubbish. Something that you use, and when you’re done throw it away. You felt something dark shift inside you, making your legs feel weak. All this time you had hated him. You could have wished nothing but for him to die, when you were really nothing less than him. you were him. Well as the saying goes; “father like son’’ daughter like father….

The boy stands in front of you, he stands tall, his arms crossed impatiently across his chest. You barely let your eyes glide past his, scared that you would crumbled, you had already shown to much weakness. But you mind was still lost. Shifting constantly, form your father, to you, to this situation. Shifting, sliding tumbling and spinning, never letting your mind concentrate on an event for too long.

The boy never said one word. You could feel his eyes on your face searching for a reason for you foul language. Then suddenly you feel an apology forming at your lips. You are taken back by our reaction. You hadn’t apologised to anyone in years. But now… and apology sat perched on your lips waiting for you to let it fly free. But you couldn’t. you couldn’t bring yourself to apologise. Suddenly you wanted to apologies to all the people that you had hurt, to all the people that you had caused harm to for no reason, to all the people you had used shamelessly… For a moment, just a moment, you wanted to tell this boy, you wanted to tell him what a bitch she was. You wanted to tell him. You felt as tough by telling him, and then maybe she might redeem herself slightly…

Then you came to your senses, you really were getting soft.

You shake yourself trying to get this nonsense out of your mind, out of the only place where you could be yourself. You were nothing like that man that you had once called your father. He had no restrictions to what he could do to someone to get his way, none at all. You did. You had restrictions, you tell yourself firmly, you were not even half the man he was… ~~Obviously… you are a girl.~~

Agitation finds its way into you system. You had had a weak ]moment back there, a moment that should not have happened. not here not in front of this boy. You had to hold yourself together… until you got home, then when you got home you would be reunited with your best friend, alcohol. When you were younger you had never really been into this alcohol and drugs, but when life crumbles and your lost and looking for something, anything that could numb the hurt, you get desperate. You had gotten Desperate, and look here it had lead you. You were lonely. You were a mess, and you referenced alcohol as your best friend…

Stop feeling sorry for yourself! you tell yourself firmly. This time you did not hesitate when your eyes made contact with the boy in front of you.

“Go.”

You say that one word before you turn away, your eyes trying to hide everything that is raging around inside you. You didn’t have the energy today to deal with this boy. Plus what is it that he had done wrong? You couldn’t’ understand. Usually you would not have just let it go, after all someone had wasted your time, and you would usually want someone to pay for it… but today… you just couldn’t.

Your feet move across the ground as though they didn’t belong to you. You walk away, head down, heart aching. Your mind again travels to your father and how much you were similar to him. And for the first time in many years a tears ran down your pale cheek. The tear meant more than any word. The tear was full of unspoken words, which fell from her face, finally being lost on the ground in which it crashed.

[[OOC: sorry I had to change her colors they were so belghhh, and sorry for the wait <333