Lost Memories, found Minds//[OPEN]

Lost Memories, found Minds//[OPEN] Nov 13, 2012 7:46:45 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 13, 2012 7:46:45 GMT -5

Save some face, you know you've only got one
Change your ways while you're young
Boy, one day you'll be a man
Oh girl, he'll help you understand

FRANSISCO CHIME

A boy sits by himself in the middle of an open filled. He doesn’t move nor say a word. The air, as cold and fresh as the morning breeze whips his hair across his face. He just stares at the ground his eyes dazed in thought, as his mind works overtime. But what was he thinking? What could be going through this boy’s head?

Why don’t we find out.

Hey guys! Long-time no see! His face splits into a smile that lightens up his whole face, the dazed look in his eyes almost instantly disappearing. So, how you been? What’s new? I remember the last time we talked, do you? That was a great time…. Great time…. Remember? You were unable to tear your eyes from my smoking body? yeah? Yeah, you remember now? His eyes sparkled mischievously as he reminded you of the last time you had talked. Yeah they were the good days, where there was no worries… But nowadays, worries follow you everywhere, don’t you agree? Hahaha got ya there didn’t I! you thought I was depressed didn’t you and you thought that I was just about to go into a story filled with depression, trying to capture your sympathy. Well guess what? I just saved you from sharing you sympathy. And plus, who wants to listen to a sad story anyway? You need laughter and smiles… yeah that’s what you need…Again his eyes seemed to daze over as he thought of what he was going to say next. He took his time, drawing you in. Making you curious.

Hey? Do you wanna hear a joke that will make you laugh until you stomach hurts? Do you? Well come on I really want to hear you, so I will ask one more time, do you want to hear a bloody funny joke? You do now! Well guess what, I can help you out there! I have this joke that will make you stomach split, that will make you laugh until you cannot laugh anymore! Here we go, ohmigosh can you feel that suspense, can you? It is so tense you could slice the air with a knife- whoa whoa calm down!! I promise you that you will not miss out hearing the joke mate! It’s alright! He moves his hands until they are level with their shoulders, in an expression of surrender. Okay back to the joke- Wait wait did you see that! Look behind you! Look! suddenly his laughter fills you from head to toe. Ha! Tricked ya there! You actually looked, you looked. Tut tut. A smile so natural fills his feature, making his face glow. He truly was good looking

Well didn’t you laugh? Huh? Dose you stomach ache? Ike you have been laughing for hours? Yeah I know, I just crack the funniest jokes, guise no need to make my head any bigger than it is, if you did that it might explode! He bursts into giggles that take over his whole body, until he was shaking with violent giggles.

What? His face fills with hurt What? That wasn’t funny? Are you kidding me? You have to be kidding me, cause that was god damn hilarious! Franky tries to hold back the tears that filled his eyes. He liked nothing more than to make people laugh, it was his mission in life, to make people smile. There was nothing he liked more. He loved the way their eyes light up. The way there face lightens and the way the smiles seems to capture the beauty in people’s faces, everyone’s faces. Right, I guess not everything I find funny is funny. It just hurts you know… But, He sucks in a couple deep breaths, and just like that his gloomy mood disappears as though it has been blown away in the wind.

But life goes on right, then so must I. Like my momma used to say to me, there is no use crying over spilt milk.

A boy sits by himself in the middle of an open filled. He doesn’t move nor say a word. The air, as cold and fresh as the morning breeze whips his hair across his face. He just stares at the ground his eyes dazed in thought, as his mind works overtime. But what was he thinking? What could be going through this boy’s head?

Know you know.

Lost Memories, found Minds//[OPEN] Nov 16, 2012 10:24:33 GMT -5

Post by cassandrine on Nov 16, 2012 10:24:33 GMT -5

Another escape. Another few hours to herself in which is regather any sanity she might have had before her presence was required back at the house she liked to refer to as "The Hellhole of District 9." For now, however, she would be content to enjoy the gentle breeze of this field while she read the latest book lent to her by a teacher. What was this one? The Most Fascinating Games promised the glowing title, depicting underneath it, one tribute being ambushed by another, mouth open in shock as the sharp blade entered her back. Well, it would make for an informative, if nothing else, read. It was true that watching the games was "fascinating" but in a difference sense than those in the Capitol found it. Watching the games was something you couldn't tear your eyes away from, no matter how much blood was spilled. Not that you really could turn your eyes away for long, since the Games were required viewing.

'How can the human body hold so much blood? Or all those organs, in such a tiny space?' Cassandrine had wondered on more than one occasion as she watched the carnage on the small television set in her home. 'What were they thinking as it happened? How much time did they have to think before that was it?' The occasional biology book that she discovered here and there helped explain some - but not all - things.

So yes, the Games were indeed "fascinating," for her though it wasn't because she had personally invested in any tribute. She had not placed any bets or sponsored anyone, as those in the Capitol did for sport. It was just a horrific happening of once a year, in which the human body was placed in impossible situations that somehow, in some cases, it managed to survive.

After walking a little bit into the field, Cassandrine realized she was not alone. There was someone - it looked like a male figure, though from the distance she couldn't tell for sure- who, from where she was standing, appeared to be either dead or asleep, for they didn't appear to be moving at all. Like they had fallen asleep sitting upright, so faint from exhaustion, nothing new to her. She had seen people asleep in the most odd places and positions before.

Curiously, she approached the figure, fretting slightly about her choice of outfit that day. Today, she hadn't taken particular pains with her appearance and had thrown on a loose, but comfortable dress, and a thin pair of sandals. Her long brown hair had been hastily brushed and pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she had elected to wear the hated glasses today. Oh, how she was regretting that choice now. She stopped a good distance away, about fifteen feet, and plopped herself down to read the book. If he managed to notice her looking like this, he must either be insane or lying, she reasoned.