Five-Leafed Clover [Axel]

Five-Leafed Clover [Axel] Jan 13, 2013 11:57:19 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Jan 13, 2013 11:57:19 GMT -5

The four leafed clover is an uncommon variation of the three-leafed clover, and apparently it was supposed to bring good fortune to those who discovered it. The most ever recorded on one was 56, a number never again reached even ten leaves away. Maggie had no intention of finding such a thing, but as her hands ran over the clovers, brushing against each little leaf people described as green, hoping to feel the fourth leaf. The patch was near the forest, a place she tried not to get near, but it was so easy just to sit and relax near the place. It was almost like soft bedding. The word green meant nothing to her sightless eyes. Everything seemed to be green, according to the district's people. Color meant nothing, not her, anyways.

One of the younger girls in her house had found a four-leafed clover, and bragged about it for days, though she had never let Maggie hold it. It was too precious for clumsy, vegetable-brained her. The faint sound of running children, laughing and playing as they chased each other nearby, brings thoughts of the children in her house that ran, not bumping into anything or tripping on invisible ropes. They were too young for the Reaping.

Her hand rubs around another clover, counting each little leaf. There were only two on this one, which had to be the opposite of good luck. Of course, luck tried to avoid her most of the time. Most of these plants had three leaves, some two. The one she just rubbed her hand over had one. She may never stumble upon the four leaf clover resembling the one held by her housemate. She gets the sensation she is repeating, and moves a few feet away to a different spot in the patch. With her luck she was sitting on one of the lucky ones. Slowly, carefully, she finds a starting point and begins rubbing the plants again. She adjusts Ted, her comfort bear, and begins to mumble to him about luck.

"One leaf... two leaves... three leaves..." her hand runs over another leaf and she stops cold. Gripping Ted with one hand, she counts, "four leaves." Plucking up the plant, she takes it in both her hands, feeling two of the leaves in each hand. But there was something else, very gently pressing onto her magnified sense of touch. "Five leaves?" She hops up from the patch, and puts Ted under her arm. She checks the clover over and over, remembering from the older boy she'd run into that more than four could happen, a mutation, of nature. Rarer than rare, but luckier than lucky. A grin forms on her face as she checks it again, the soft, slightly fuzzy leaves so carefully.

She tries to imagine green again, only able to imagine the sensation of the clover. When the girls saw this, they were going to love her! They might even become her friends! Wait... that could be dangerous. Most were her enemies, and would try to steal her precious five-leaf clover. Immediately her shoulders hunch over as she guards her find. No one would take this from her. Turning, she begins to walk carefully but briskly in the direction of home, intending to stick it in her window. Only a few feet away, she is blocked by a hand, protecting themself from running into her. It surprises her from her thoughts, and her hands momentarily let go of the clover. Grappling in the air, she calls out, irritated. "M-my clover!"

Five-Leafed Clover [Axel] Jan 13, 2013 12:39:39 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Jan 13, 2013 12:39:39 GMT -5

His life was an endless circle of the same occurences, day in and day out nothing changed. He would wake up in the morning go to work, get laughed at because he was different, and than he would spend the rest of the day in a bar somewhere drowning his sorrows. Sure it didn't sound like a life many people wanted to live, but what difference did that make to him, he lived his life how he chose. There wasn't anything in life worth looking at anyways at this point. Just death, sorrow, and poverty, all three of those things were prevelant in District 7 despite all the resources around them. While these thoughts swam through his head he hacked ferociously at the tree that he was cutting down, each blow going deeper and deeper into the wood. It wasn't like he had anything to be happy about, he was unloved and now a disgusting drunk. With one last blow he heard the familiar snap of the tree losing its strength to stay upright.

Yelling out to his fellow workers they all stood clear of he tree as it crashed down towards the earth. Once it hit the frozen ground the second shift began working on cleaning it and preparing it for transportation into the district. This signified that his shift was over for now, and he had time to be alone with his thoughts. Without really paying attention to where he was going he let his feet lead him to a small area just outside of the forest. A group of children were playing, oblivious to the unhappiness that was around them. They were to innocent to have to worry about such things, truly wonderful was the mind of a child. Carefree and happy, but always thinking, sometimes it took the mind of a child to solve the biggest of problems. His eyes scanned along the clearing and they caught sight of a familiar person, a girl with whom he had spoken to only once before. She was blind, and he had helped her into the district, than to her home where he had a run in with the most horrible girl he had ever met.

He watched her with interest, that same child like happiness could be found in her, and that was why he had wanted to help her to begin with. She seemed to be searching for something with great ernest in a patch of flowers, clovers to be exact, and with a triumphant smile she held something up. Her delicate fingers ran over it taking in it's details and than she stood up quickly and walked briskly in the direction of the district. Quietly he followed her keeping a safe distance from her so she wouldn't be alert to his presence. Something happened ever so suddenly though, someone put a hand infront of her to keep her from running into them, and whatever she had been holding was released from her grasp. He heard an exclamation from her and watched as an object sailed from her grasp, and with a few quick strides he enclosed his hand carefully around the object. Nodding for the other fellow to take his leave he gently took the hand of the girl and uncurled her fingers. Carefully he layed the clover into her palm and curled her fingers over it careful to make sure she didn't crush it.

"You need to keep better track of such things my dear. Lucky for you I was around to catch it and bring it back to you. It's been a while since we met, but I wonder if you remember. It's Amodar, the one who helped you what feels like ages ago, to get into the district."