{Someday's a Long Way Away From Today}(Glitter)

{Someday's a Long Way Away From Today}(Glitter) Dec 29, 2010 17:11:09 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Dec 29, 2010 17:11:09 GMT -5

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Monet Erisee

"Monet, go home."
She froze, her left foot slightly above the pavement, ready to take the next step forward. Her hands balled into fists inside of her sweat shirt's pockets, and she gritted her teeth. The dark figure who'd spoken had stopped in the street, his companions stopping as well. They stood there, under the cloudy night sky, their breath rising in puffs, their backs still turned away from their little sister."Go home." The figure repeated. Her eldest brother, Kenny, she knew by his deep, husky voice.

Monet sighed, loudly, and ran up to them, her sneakers pounding against the cobblestone, echoing down the dark street. Inside a nearby house came the sound of a door closing. It was late, nearly midnight, everyone tucked up into bed, dreaming, or shivering. One or the other. Currently, Mr. and Mrs. Erisee would be under the covers in their own bed, huddled together for warmth, not a worry passing through their head, convinced that their four older sons and youngest daughter were all in their own beds, fighting the cold. Not standing in the street, having snuck out their bedroom windows.

Monet had heard them. They were clever, but still, Micah, her brother closest to her in age, was clumsy enough to fall on his way out of the window and curse fluently. Their room was right next to hers, and as soon as she heard them, like a signal, she, gently, got out of bed, and reached for her sweatshirt and sneakers. Then, she climbed out of her window, without as much as a rustle of the curtains, and set off following them.

She knew they were off to a party, or to the dump to get high. Drugs never fell short around here, in this District, considering it was run by scientists. Her parents were part of that career, so their briefcases were chock full of stuff her brothers could steal. Anything they wanted, they got. They even supplied their friends at the parties they often went to. And they weren't stupid enough to come home high, and knew just the right tricks to get alcohol off their breath.

Either way, Monet wanted in. Lying in her freezing cold bed, listening to her parent's snoring a couple doors down wasn't particularly appetizing if there was a whole wide adventurous world right outside her window. She wasn't looking to take drugs or drink. In fact, she didn't want to. She just wanted to see.

Now, she reached her brothers, panting. Micah and another one of her brothers, Nike, exchanged a smirk. Kenny and her second eldest brother, D.J., rolled their eyes.

"What gave me away?" She asked, blinking up at them, as innocently as she could manage. Micah snorted with laughter, and patted her head, affectionately.

"Your hair, Monet, you can see it from a mile away."He told her, smirking again. Monet winced, and twisted a rusty red corkscrew curl that had escaped from her sweat shirt's hood."Go on home now, Monet. You can't come with us."

Proudly, Monet puffed out her chest, and stood her ground, her mouth a thin line."Why not? I wanna come."

She could hear the whine in her voice, but she didn't care. She was 13, she could go with her brothers to a party, couldn't she? Her brother's exchanged looks, and shook their heads at one another. Monet's frozen fingers drummed against her thigh, her heart sinking."Aw, c'mon! Let me come!" She pleaded, biting her lip. Kenny, the tallest, had to lean down to talk to her. His musky cologne threatened to choke her, but his words were much kinder.

"Monet, you can't come." He told her, a note of finality in his voice. She opened her mouth to argue, irritation bubbling in her throat, mixed in with humiliation, forming a lump, but he stopped her. "I'm sorry, Monet. You're just too young. Yeah, I know you're 13, but you're still too young. Get home now, and don't give me that look. Someday you'll be allowed to come with us, but that's not tonight."

Monet's cheeks burned bright red, as red as her hair, as Kenny straightened up. There was no point in arguing now, or following them any further. Embarrassed, Monet turned to go, putting her freezing hands back into her pockets. As she walked away, Nike called after her.

"Careful now, Monet! Stay away from the alleys!" His shout quickly fell into silence, as she walked, hurriedly away, hot tears in her eyes. Too young to come! The lump in her throat was the thing choking her now. She was 13, she was certainly old enough to go with her brothers!

She'd always wanted to see the night life, even on such a night like this, with wind that turned her face red and raw, and a gentle flurry kissing her nose, and burning it. It didn't matter, her face was burning already. She knew what kind of things happened at night, and it all interested her. She wanted to see it for herself. She wanted to be the one bragging about it at the lunch table, not snot-nosed Jessie Lee, but her, Monet Erisee, with brothers who were well-known night prowlers. And they were liked too! They were popular and well-liked, mostly because they had a lot of access to drugs, but still!

Monet hadn't realized where her feet were taking her until she found herself right in front of the mouth of a dark alley. The mouth of a beast, ready to consume her. Alleys were a place of mystery, places were shadows lurked, where people did too. All different kinds of people. People you usually didn't want to meet. Common sense told Monet to turn around and walk the other way, but with Nike's warning echoing in her head, Monet took a tentative step forward. Then another, and a third.

Take that boys, She thought with a smirk, see, I can live too. I can have my own adventure. I don't need you! She kept walking, into the belly of the beast, darkness clouding over her eyes, the only sound her footsteps. Steadily, her smirk turned into a grin. Ha, this isn't so bad...there's nothing wrong with alleys-

Monet's blood turned to ice as a sound reached her ears. It didn't register immediately. It was just a sound. Something or someone was in the alley too...

Her heart began to race, and all of a sudden, all that built up confidence drained. She fumbled around her jean's pocket, until she found it. Her switchblade! It used to be D.J.'s, but he'd given it to her, just in case she ever was in trouble. Now was that time, wasn't it? Monet pulled the switchblade out, and held it up, her eyes wide in terror. Turning slowly, ready to do whatever she could to evade whomever was in the alley too, she called out, in a shaking voice, eerily unlike her own."Um...whoever you are...um...show yourself! Now!"

(occ: Hope this is alright, Glitter!)

{Someday's a Long Way Away From Today}(Glitter) Jan 9, 2011 0:25:12 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Jan 9, 2011 0:25:12 GMT -5

Erlina Lorne

Toast. It was a pleasant thing to have in the morning, or pleasant enough. I sort-of jumped when I heard it come out of the toaster, probably because I was caught off gaurd by the medium-darkness popping out of the silver-chrome-finish toaster passed down through generations.

Of course, the thing with toast was that you couldn't pile random junk onto it to make it taste good if it wasnt absolutley perfect. Toast was the main morning staple of me, ever since I ran out of corn puffs cereal. Darn Mom not having the time go down to the freaking store to get some of the puff cereal....

I silently ranted to myself as I picked up a paper plate from the kitchen counter, fuming over the fact that my Mother was too obsessed with the stupid mold expiriment in the basement to even get the sugar cereal, the only luxury I really got to eat.

Now, I was stuck with stupid, middle of the loaf toast. While middle of the loaf was the best slice for bread, and eating the heels was quite bad... I finally considered the thought that some people were starving.

And at this, a scream escaped my mouth. PEOPLE WERE DYING FROM HUNGER. THEY WOULD DIE TOMORROW.

I was freaking convinced at the fact that the toast was the last resort for some poor, sad, pathetic, ragamuffin district 12 child. With this, I opened the window and threw the entire piece of toast out the window.

Now, that poor ragamuffin district 12 child would recieve the toast. Yes, the childs name was Juilius. Juilius had a neglecting Dad and his Mother died in childbirth. There were four older people to him, and... his Dad died in the mines. Yes, so his older brother, Rupert, has to support the children at age sixteen. And the financial resources of the... Juilius' family. And, Juilius still ends up being charming, handsome, and nice to everybody in all situations

Another scream escaped her throught, this one louder and more intense. She dropped to the ground, staring at the fly that sat on the ground. "FLY. YOU ARE GOING TO DIEEEE."

She pitied the bottle eyed fly that sat on the white kitchen cabinets, rubbing its slightly furry legs together as if pondering either to die or not.

Another bone-chilling scream came out of Erlinas throught, making her grasp the owl necklace that was around her neck. She had carved it out of wood when she was little, and thought it was pleasing enough to keep on her neck.

There was no comforting pause coming from the basement, like there usually was. Erlina was quite concerned for her Mothers well being. She didn't feel the name to scream, though she was a little uneasy about this... She grasped the necklace tighter and stood up, looking at the greedy fly.

POSION. THE FLY WAS GOING TO DIE FROM POISON. DEATH BY POISONING.

She searced around the kitchen for poisions that would be readily accessible for the fly.
WIP