Heartache by the Number {Hidden}
Dec 20, 2012 13:48:32 GMT -5
Post by Lils<3 on Dec 20, 2012 13:48:32 GMT -5
A searing pain shot up my arm, as I clenched my fist, unclenched, and clenched again. I'd laid on it again, making it numb. I sighed, after gaining control of my previously numb arm, rolling onto my back, staring at the dirty ceiling as one of my room mates, a large black spider, scuttled across. Sighing once again, I clambered out of bed, groggily making my way to the door. Sliding a black combat jacket on, and putting my black workers backpack on my back. Planting my hand firmly on the door, I pushed it open, and with a loud creak, it forced open. Stepping into the strong smell of fresh grass and crops, yep, the smell of this district. It was a shithole but it was home. Like a hawk, my eyes darted about, surveying the residential district go about its daily business. Work. I enjoyed Sundays, they where my day off. Setting off, I trudged down the wooden steps of my house, onto the dirty ground. Turning a corner and strutting down the street, making the occasional nod to a family, or helping the occasional person who'd dropped their produce on the way to the market. I liked helping people, it helped shadow the fact that I was really a anti-social, abomination. My day had started off -shit-, like any other day. My solitude was the only thing I had to comfort me, and it did a shit job at doing that anyway.
The walk to the perimeter fence was a long one, but due to the lack of energy in our district, slipping through the poorly "electrified" fence, was easy. The forest calmed me, made me feel at ease. Coming here helps drown the heartaches of being alone. And right now, I had them by the number. Slapping the trunk of a tree and smiling, I stared ahead, slowly walking down the dirt path the leaves had laid me out. I walked this way often, not because I liked it, because I'd get lost if I didn't have it.
Like a raging bull I charge,
not even the deepest of care mends my scars,
brutish and large,
One day I'll find peace, amongst the stars.
not even the deepest of care mends my scars,
brutish and large,
One day I'll find peace, amongst the stars.
Lost, something that doesn't really worry me as much as it should. Being lost means I don't have to return to that dreadful world. Panem, a "glorious" nation. I may despise their rule, but I respect their power over us, and the way they show us their power. Shaking them away from my thoughts, I was swift to do that. This was -me- time.. wait no, I hate thinking about myself like that. This was my time, to get away, yeah, thats good. My little walk had lead me to my favorite clearing, I smiled and grimaced at the sight of my favorite shady spot, my book was still in the little crevice that etched itself into the trunk of the small, but leaf ridden tree. Perfect shade. Leaning against the trunk after retrieving my book, I dropped my bag carelessly, and slid down the trunk into a sitting position with my knees up, smiling slightly. Flicking through the pages to where I left off. I reached the sixth chapter last time I was here. Scanning the page, I quickly put my finger where I was last.
"Ah, there." I murmured.
And I then began to read, slowly. I wasn't the best of readers, but I still managed to get lost in a good book, whilst everyone else watched the games. Lost in a book, one of the best ways to pass the time for me, other than working. With nobody else to fill that empty space, a book provided an escape. An escape I deserved.
((OOC: Just looking for general RP, anyone can join, any district, any character"))