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BREAK{through}ME // DEE Jan 23, 2013 21:52:29 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Jan 23, 2013 21:52:29 GMT -5

~~ooc: hey so i haven't really written prose for about a year or so. this might not be up to par~~

Dinner's on the table, the steam lazily dancing across the kitchen. Two soup bowls, scratched and fragile from the everyday wear and tear, stand alone, waiting for consumption. Mama's already had hers in the bedroom, sipping the thin broth with shaky hands and slurping the noodles in between coughs. The steak is tough, as BB was weak and feeble before being sent off to the Neverlands. There's nothing left anymore, they all know it, save for the few chickens that supplement the change which fuels their brittle bones. Europa and Father haven't yet returned from the factory; the eld~~est~~er daughter is due to return any second now, but the man has not yet been released from the inferno.

Regardless, when the cat's away, the mice will play; Io's ready to go out for a night in town, gallivanting with the ones who see stars in the distance and taste bittersweet liquid in their breath. So she heads upstairs, into her room (but she knows that it will never truly be hers. She's just the temporary resident while Sundra reverberates through every plank of wood resting on the floor) to change into something that's less overachiever and more don't fucking mess with me or I will cut you up so bad they'll mistake your corpse for processed meat. Goodbye uniform, see you tomorrow. Here's to the trapped souls with the leather jacket and the hand-me-down cowboy boots. The tied up hair is let down and curled, the lips receive their tar treatment once more, truly a result of the oil-stained district, drowned with its gold. The garnet necklace however, never leaves its perch.

Sometimes, she swears that she can hear them, mocking her choices. But tonight these cries for her penitence will go unheard, for there's no way she's letting them get in the way of her fun. Sure, it's not PG, but she's too mature to play with blocks all day. It's time to accept that she's grown up, that she can take care of herself. They've invited her to the party of the year; she's heard that everyone important is attending, from the drug junkies to the brassy bitches, and for once in her life she just wants to feel free, in control, accepted. And if alcohol solves that problem, then dammit hand over the death juice and let her take a swig.

I'm 15, old enough to take care of myself, regardless of what everyone else may think. She's the fucking salutatorian for Ripred's sake. Shouldn't that give her some kind of ethos? Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe she doesn't give a shit anymore. She just needs to get out of the house. Right now. Io stares out the window, at her sanctuary, past the dead orange tree and the broken fences, at the town that blinks with a self-complimenting awe. Life is there, life is outside and life is where I'm headed.

Io bounds downstairs, gallops across the kitchen and forces open the back door, the family cat springing away to escape her desperate feet.

Last Edit: Jan 23, 2013 21:56:50 GMT -5 by shrimp

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BREAK{through}ME // DEE Feb 2, 2013 22:09:22 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Feb 2, 2013 22:09:22 GMT -5

It had been a long day but when was the last time it wasn’t and Europa didn’t want to think, didn’t want to do. With each heavy step on the pathway to home, Europa looked forward to being able to eat dinner, changing out of her work clothes, and falling asleep—and she would check up on Io before doing that, of course. But her schedule was never that simple and she always had chores to look forward to as Io still has to study so I should take care of most of the housework. The chores were generally left to the children as Mother is far too weak and Father comes home late and while Io did do some of the chores while Europa was at work, Europa stressed the importance of Io focusing on her school work.

The industry change had occurred when Europa was twelve. While the change was never talked about for the Capitol wants to pretend that District 5 was always about energy production, it still created an impact in their lives, especially in education. Europa had already spent seven years learning about ranching techniques that she always seemed to understand. Then, all of a sudden, she was learning about energy production, specifically oil. The coursework became harder for it was all new material and top students in the class became the failures that could not be explained for technically they had not been learning about something else.

That was why Europa stressed so much on Io’s education. Io had been young, only seven, and would have been able to adapt to the new material easily despite the ranching life they still had at home. Something must have paid off because her sister was salutatorian in her class and was regarded very highly by her teachers. At the rate Io was learning, Europa projected a bright future for her—provided that she was not reaped and I will never allow that to happen and she did not get into trouble.

She knew that Io was doing things that everyone in her family would have disapproved of, but she had never really caught her in the act for she is a very smart girl and knows what she’s doing. It worried Europa and was one of the reasons why Europa insisted that Io stay in the house as much as possible. She also couldn’t bear to lose another sibling and was afraid that the world out there was out to get her little sister she is a Wie and that comes with a lot of bad luck, so she tried to hold her as close as possible. Still, Io was now fifteen and oh so difficult to control.

Europa finally made it to the house, and watched as the back door was sprung open and the cat that was technically given to Io started running. Europa was never fond of that cat, even when it was Sundra’s, and she ignored it for the most part as she came up to the door and was met with her little sister. Except all dressed up. And looking like one of those kids from school. Europa didn’t like the sight of it and grimaced as she realized that her sister was no doubt leaving the house for the night, hoping to be stopped by no one as Mother would not have noticed. Where did she even get that costume?

“Io, where do you think you’re going?” Europa already knew the answer. “Go back to your room and study.” You’ll be much safer there. “I don’t want you to do something stupid.” That could end up hurting you.

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BREAK{through}ME // DEE Feb 9, 2013 0:59:40 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Feb 9, 2013 0:59:40 GMT -5

She tastes the air. It's bittersweet with the rough swig of smoke and the sonic BOOM of electricity. It sparks her senses, igniting the matches within her that yearn to burn, regardless of the consequences. Her hands let go of the door handle, the chilly metal falling away as she breathes in the power, letting it flow through her veins, from the tips of her toes to the inner workings of the machine that buzzes within her head. Her toes turn inwards, then outwards, warming up for the run that awaits them.

The bright lights and cityscape are vivid in the distance, and she gazes out at the flickering landscape as time slows to a standstill. Of course, she can't truly see the scenery, for the center of the district's a few miles off, but her imagination provides all that she needs.

The butcher shop, run down and empty at the this time of day, stands adjacent to an alley that twists and turns, slowly being lit by paper lanterns that shout "this is the way, you just have to keep at it and you'll be there." And then, when all seems lost, the clearing will emerge, surrounded by the soft glow that reflects off of each surface, refracting and sinking into object after object. Well, that's just how she imagines it. A party should be something one has to work to get, a goal after a perilous journey. In reality it's at someone's house on the outskirts of the district, filling the abandoned barns with life once more, if just for a few hours before windows are smashed and walls are broken.

Sometimes, when she has free time before the nightlife and her homelife, she likes to peruse around the abandoned buildings. She was too young to truly appreciate what they had back then, the free time and the spare space and the animals that always kept her company. Now all that's left is their house and a small section that they use to feed the chickens, and the only animal to comfort her is the cat. The world is different now, maybe that's why she can never see Sundra and Storm anymore.

They used to appear in her dreams, telling her that everything was going to be alright and that she should keep up the good work so she could do what they couldn't. And for the longest time, she believed what they said, refusing to tell anyone else why she was an overachiever, why she wanted to do well in her life. Europa wouldn't understand, she was too busy trying to take care of the family to pay attention to spirits residing in her younger sister's mind. But Io always knew that they had her back, that they were watching because why else would they be there?

But that was then, and this is now. Sometimes she can feel their presence, judging her choices, watching as she juggles her two lives, dons her masks and lives the life that she sees fit. But never sees them; they disappeared the moment the farm disappeared and the oil rig took its place. Now there's no way to get them back. Sometimes, Io feels like she could tell Europa and it'd be their little secret, but then she remembers why she can't.

And just as she does once more she hears the front door open and her sister's voice ring through the house. Shit.

She turns around to face her sister, her features scrunching up in frustration. Why doesn't Europa understand that she needs to let her go? In order to succeed in life, Io knows that failure is inevitable, but clearly someone else doesn't. "I'm going out, Europa. It's just for a few hours and I'll be back around 2. and I've already studied everything I need to know for the next two chapters. Unless if there's something else you need to tell me, I see no reason for staying here, out of all places."