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amyclove
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Daughter, Sister, Lover

Powerless Mar 14, 2013 5:43:22 GMT -5

Post by amyclove on Mar 14, 2013 5:43:22 GMT -5

I'll protect my sister as much as I can,
But I am powerless against the reaping.

I wake up, with my sister next to my bed. I think she was having nightmares after watching the Hunger Games yesterday, seeing all the kids battle it out. Especially since we lost Meela a few days ago.
I decide I don't want to watch the Hunger Games this morning, so I get up, get my usual clothes on and head to the hob. I still have a few apples from Autumn and I have a few pieces of clothing I don't need since they don't fit me or my sister anymore.
I did a pretty good deal on the clothing, giving a top and a pair of trousers for some bread, and not the type that you make with the tesserae. I even got cheese for 4 apples, so that should make for a good supper.
I come home to see my sister crying. She had been watching the games and the girl from District 1 just died. I place the food on the table and ran to give her a hug. I remember watching the games at her age, it was horrific!
"Daisy, why do the capitol take children away?" my sister asks. I wish it was easy to explain, but it wasn't.
"It was all to do with the Dark Days. You learned about that at school, right?" I tell her. She nods but she doesn't get why they decide that they want to kill kids.
"It's because the capitol thinks that we are powerless, and that people like Daddy need to work. It's horrible but the Capitol are powerful and we can't do anything about it," I reply. I wish I wasn't as powerless as I am. I'll protect my sister as much as I can, but I am powerless against the reaping.

(OoC Note: That was my very first IC post, so I hope it's OK. Also, how do I change colour? Thanks and anyone who wants to continue it, go ahead.)

"You love me. Real or not real?"
"Real."

Squirrel
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Powerless Mar 14, 2013 20:48:12 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Mar 14, 2013 20:48:12 GMT -5

Nelissa Brey

I wish I was like you easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault

I'm walking past a house - it's another Seam shack, with splintered corners and swinging-loose boards, much like my own home - when I smell it. Faint but unmistakable, the scent hangs in the air around me, torturing me with its complete unattainability. Cheese.

My feet stop their shuffling progress along the muddy road, and my nostrils flare as I try for another whiff of that delicious scent. Cheese. I can't believe it; who buys cheese in the Seam? But then, perhaps everyone does. Perhaps even my own family buys cheese. The fact that I've never seen a morsel of the stuff in our house doesn't mean it hasn't been there. I don't resent my siblings, but I know my place, and eating cheese isn't involved in it.

Still, I can't make my feet keep moving. My nose, without my permission, has discovered that the cheese smell stops at this house. It won't let me move, it won't let me do anything but salivate as I sniff. The thought that I should be embarrassed flits across my mind, but my belly feels too pinched at the moment for me to dwell on anything but that smell. That cheese.

I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn, freezerburn, choking on the ashes of her enemy

[OOC: Type [*color=blue] or pink, or green, or whatever color you want. Leave out the asterisk.]

amyclove
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Daughter, Sister, Lover

Powerless Mar 16, 2013 11:46:12 GMT -5

Post by amyclove on Mar 16, 2013 11:46:12 GMT -5

I'll protect my sister as much as I can,
But I am powerless against the reaping.

I called my family over for dinner. Tonight was cheese sandwiches. We all sat at the table and started eating when my dad brought up a conversation I didn't think was appropriate.
"So, kids. What's been happening in the games?"
"The girl from 1 but please Dad, don't bring it up. It makes me sick," I told him. "I mean, the thought of being in that situation makes me upset." My sister started crying. I leaned over and started to hug her.
"Oh darling, whats wrong?" my Mum asked, even though she sounded annoyed at me and my Dad for bringing this up during dinner.
"I don't belong in the games. Daisy doesn't belong in the games. I don't want to be a part of the games. It's not fair!" she explained. I hadn't told anyone what I would do in the situation but its the right time to tell them.
"Well, as long as I am eligible, you wont be a piece of their games." I was getting awkward stares from my family. "You see, if you get chosen and I am still eligible to volunteer, I will volunteer the second they say your name." My sister looked into my eyes and jumped straight onto me.
"Oh Daisy, you don't need to do that," she whispered to me but I knew I had to. I love her with all of my heart and I would do anything for her. Whilst I was thinking that, I could hear footsteps coming from outside. This happens usually. Then suddenly, it stopped right outside our house. I think that it was the scent from supper. I quickly peeped outside, it was a girl from school. I couldn't help myself, she looked like she needed food. I grab my plate of cheese and bread and head to my door.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" my Dad asks.
"Giving it to a girl from my school," I quickly say before heading outside. I see her, and I recognize her even more now.
"Hey, you want this? I don't need it.." I tell her.

"You love me. Real or not real?"
"Real."

Squirrel
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Powerless Mar 16, 2013 13:57:36 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Mar 16, 2013 13:57:36 GMT -5

Nelissa Brey

I wish I was like you easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault

I stare at the girl, a wrinkle appearing between my eyebrows. I have trouble processing it at first. She's offering me a cheese sandwich? It... it just doesn't make sense. This is her food, and I'm - well - me. I run my hand across my eyes as if when I take it away, the girl will be gone. Just a hallucination, brought on by who knows what.

But when my hand leaves my face, the girl is still there, still holding out her food to me. My thoughts race. What do I do? If I accept this food, I'll be full, or at least fuller than I've ever been. And this girl will go hungry. Who am I to do that to her? Who am I to eat the bread and cheese she undoubtedly deserves more than I do?

But then, she's giving it to me. If I don't take her gift, I might offend her, and that's not acceptable either. Making matters worse is the fact that her face looks familiar - I think I might have seen her at school. So she's not just a stranger. She's due not only the courtesy I owe to everyone, but the courtesy I owe to those I know.

I press my arm over my stomach, trying to suppress its own demands. If I eat this food, I can't eat it for selfish reasons, but only because it is the best choice in regard to the girl. I take a deep breath, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again.

I bite my lip. "I... I don't know..." I stammer, forcing my hands not to reach for the cheese sandwich. I'm so hungry.

I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn, freezerburn, choking on the ashes of her enemy

Song: All Apologies by Nirvana

amyclove
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Daughter, Sister, Lover

Powerless Mar 17, 2013 9:55:54 GMT -5

Post by amyclove on Mar 17, 2013 9:55:54 GMT -5

Daisy Thornton

I'll protect my sister as much as I can,
But I am powerless against the reaping.

I can see the worry in her eyes. She doesn't want to take my food. I can survive without it though. There is still the bread I made from the tesserae and I still have apples. Also, thanks to my Dad's conversation, if I eat anymore I will be sick.
"Go on, I don't need it. Especially since my Dad has brought up a topic that makes me feel bad eating. He was talking about the Hunger Games, and what has been happening. Since the girl from 1 died, its hard eating when someone has died," I tell her. She really needs the food and if I ate it, that would be good food wasted. She would make better use of it.

"You love me. Real or not real?"
"Real."

Squirrel
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Powerless Mar 17, 2013 13:33:50 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Mar 17, 2013 13:33:50 GMT -5

Nelissa Brey

I wish I was like you easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault

The wrinkle on my forehead gets deeper, and this time not because of the food. The girl from One died. Yes, I saw her death on the screen, but - what does that have to do with eating? She was in the Hunger Games, that was all. People die in the Games. It's a fact of life.

But I can't bring all this up without being rude, so I just nod. She's insisting that I take her meal, saying she can't eat it anyway, and refusing it now would also be an act of rudeness ~~besides which I'm hungry.~~

"Thank you," I say unsteadily, moving my right hand forward and hesitantly picking up a slice of bread and cheese. Then my stomach takes over, and I lift the food to my mouth and tear off a piece. I chew frantically and swallow within five seconds flat, wincing as an intact corner of bread scratches my throat on its way down.

My eyes widen as I realize: I must look like an animal. Eating like that, no manners, no decorum! I lower the other half of the bread from my mouth, searching the girl's face for any negative emotions brought on by my breach of etiquette.

I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn, freezerburn, choking on the ashes of her enemy

Song: All Apologies by Nirvana

amyclove
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Powerless Mar 18, 2013 14:28:32 GMT -5

Post by amyclove on Mar 18, 2013 14:28:32 GMT -5

Daisy Thornton

I'll protect my sister as much as I can,
But I am powerless against the reaping.

She must be enjoying the food. She is eating it as if she hasn't seen food in a while. Other people may think that she is eating without manners, but in situations like this, manners don't matter. I smile, because I am genuinely happy.
"I am so glad you are enjoying it. Wait there for a moment," I say to her whilst I go inside. "Mum, Dad, may I invite this girl from my school to sit with us?" My Dad said yes luckily. My sister is so excited! She loves having visitors around. I go back outside and see her.
"Hey, do you want to come in for a bit, so we can get to know each other a little more? My family don't mind. In fact, they really want to meet you." I look around the area. Something isn't the same. I don't know what though.

"You love me. Real or not real?"
"Real."

Squirrel
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Powerless Mar 18, 2013 16:46:28 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Mar 18, 2013 16:46:28 GMT -5

Nelissa Brey

I wish I was like you easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault

I'm relieved as the girl smiles, clearly not offended by my lack of manners. I'm about to take another bite of the sandwich, determined to chew more slowly this time, when she invites me in. The wrinkle on my forehead is back and I watch her for a moment before realizing she is serious.

"A - all right."

I say the only thing I can. When someone wants something of me, I must accommodate them. Such is my life. But, strangely enough, in this situation I want to accept the girl's invitation. I want to come into her house and meet her family. Strange, so strange.

It makes me feel uncomfortable, but not so much as any other time I've enjoyed myself too much. I'm only being polite. I can't do anything else. This is for the girl, not me. Though I know I'm rationalizing, I also know it's true.

I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn, freezerburn, choking on the ashes of her enemy

Song: All Apologies by Nirvana