She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori)

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) May 29, 2013 14:37:53 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on May 29, 2013 14:37:53 GMT -5

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Stretch harder. HARDER. I feel the pull of the muscle straining through my thigh as my shin strikes the hanging sand bag with an echoing THWACK. I shouldn’t be this tense, this frustrated but I am. The anger about everything and nothing all at once resonate through every move I make. The swing of my arm connecting my elbow with the bag is the loneliness I feel at home, the kick of my heel into the base the happiness that I don’t have to deal with anything I don’t choose to. I want to go smoke. I want to keep going.

[/color] An aggravated screech spills from my mouth as I let myself fall backwards onto the mat.

The sweat that had been dripping from my body had pooled on the surface of the mat, but now as I lay in it I realize just how soaking wet I am. Every inch of my was tired, two hours of training at such a high level will do that, but even my bra was soaked through as if I had just dived straight into the pool on the other side of the gym before beginning my boxing routine. Come to think of it, that might just be a great idea right now…if only I wasn’t…No. A Tribute is never tired.[/color] I force myself up to my feet once more, the back of my hand swiping across my forehead pushing the disgusting strands of sweat laden hair out of my face.

I am getting in the pool.[/color] Yanking off my fingerless boxing gloves I toss them to the floor and start unraveling the tape from my hands. The pulling and tugging of the adhesive leaving my skin is ironically soothing and can’t help but smile. I don’t care who sees me, what is the worst they’re going to make me do? Snatching the hair tie from my pony tail I shake my head and droplets of sweat spray out around me like a dog after a bath. Pushing the door to the swimming room open I give a mischievous smirk as I shuck my tshirt and shorts before making my way to the edge of the pool. Turning my back towards it I stick out my arms and fall.

In that moment I am free.

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 3, 2013 17:11:45 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 17:11:45 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

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And I feel so helpless here
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
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The weights go on forever clinking, clanking, clonking with each raise of Absalom’s massive biceps. His head is empty. This was the way that he was able to endure such unimaginable loads of weight; only the steady throbbing of pain could get him to stop. Lifting heavier and heavier weights, the screaming pain would finally rip through his brain like a siren shrieking through the night air. He would toss the free weights down, or release the machine he was working with, and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Most stood out of the boy’s way, whether from the odor he’d create from the massive amount of sweat spewed from his body, or that his hulking form could dwarf boy and girl alike.

Today he’d focused on his chest. Dressed in a neon tank top (extra large, to accommodate his frame

[/color]), he kept at free weights until it felt like his very muscles might explode. He breathed heavily as drank from his water bottle. It was then that he actually took stock of the gym. There were a few boys from his year working their bodies to exhaustion, and the girls that never spoke a word to him unless he was using a machine that they wanted. He was okay with not having to interact with anyone at the gym, it was a place where he didn’t have to think. He liked that about the gym. That he got to keep his mind empty until he was on the edge of exhaustion let him focus on one thing and one thing only: perfecting himself to become the strongest boy in the district.

All would have gone according to plan that day, if he been standing as close to the pool as he was. When he noticed the girl throw off her clothing, Absalom felt a prickle underneath his skin. He’d not rightly seen a girl without her clothes in person. It was something that he imagined, sometimes more often than he should have, in the privacy of his room. His parents had the talk when he’d turned twelve about what the strange dreams he’d been having meant, and why he’d woken making a mess—having gotten over wetting the bed several years ago, they assured him it wasn’t the same thing. But they’d not explained anything about the stirrings more than that they were distractions; he could admire girls so long as he didn’t touch[/color] them.

That was the trouble with not having an explanation: it left Absalom free to explore on his own.[/color]

He stood at the edge of the pool in his shorts and tank top, ogling the girl unabashed. She was a mermaid, skinny but lithe body streaking through the water. He blinked. But she was real, too, limbs dripping wet, hair wild and slicked back in the water. Free and electric, it had him opening his mouth with an Oh[/i][/color] to express the pleasure escaping his lips. Mind no longer blank, he wondered if the water was warm, and if she would have liked to train with him. Mouth still open, Absalom stared, sweat dripping down his brow. He wanted to be free too.
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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 4, 2013 12:53:12 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on Jun 4, 2013 12:53:12 GMT -5

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I can feel the burn of the mascara and the chlorine in my eyes as the water rushes over me like a blanket. The wettest warmest hug pulling me deeper down into the pool. I don’t care what people say, though I know they’ll be screeching that I’m not in “proper swim attire” as I let tiny bubble escape in bursts. They don’t know anything. My feet press against the bottom of the pool propelling me through the water like some magical sea nymph of District 4. Where all the little girly boys and girls think swimming is the only way to train.

[/color] But I see myself as something more. Something more vicious and dangerous than any of them.

I can feel the eyes on me. Burning holes in the skin on my back, looking through the sheer coverage of my undergarments and a smirk pulls up the corner of my lips. I don’t know who it is, but I know I’ll have fun. Because no one says no to a sure bet.[/color] My hands reach the edge of the pool and I pull myself up resting my arms on the side and looking up at the hulking figure in front of me. I’ve seen him around before, lifting the most weights with a dead look behind his eyes. Not so much dead but empty. The whispers of him being “different” were hard to ignore, but who cared. With a body like that it wasn’t as if I need him to do much talking. Besides talking just ruins everything.[/color]

”See something you like?” I tease as I raise myself the rest of the way out of the pool and step in front of him shaking my hair out into wet wild tendrils that stick to my face and body. I know he’s taking in what he sees, the “Oh” of his mouth and the wide appreciative eyes can’t hide it behind any amount of muscle. ”Maybe you’ll join me next time?” I cock my head to the side and raise a brow. The big oaf has to know how to swim, apparently he’s one of the top Careers in our district which should mean a focus on everything, unlike me who just prefers to hit and punch and kick things. Hand to hand is how everything should be settled. No swords, no fancy weapons, just good old fashioned ass kickings. Turning back to the pool I crook a finger like a siren song of old.

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 4, 2013 17:50:43 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 17:50:43 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

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And I feel so helpless here
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
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Have you ever seen a train go completely off the rails? There’s no chance, knowing that it will happen completely in a burst of flame and roar of metal, screaming across tracks to its doom. But you don’t look away, not when something so perfectly built comes into contact with a force so destructive as to rend it asunder. His heart pounded like a drum in his ears, and not from the work out he’d completed. What was it about her that made him so…uneasy?

[/color] Wandering, wandering, his mind drift Absalom could imagine how nice it would be for the two of their bodies to be in the water together, the slick wetness against his skin, her staring at him and he at her—wait, is she speaking to me?[/color] His mouth formed another Uh[/color] as he adjusted his footing.

See something you like?[/color] This was undoubtedly the case. While Absalom rarely noticed the other young women in the gym, finding them distractions, he couldn’t help but focus on the next to nakedness the young woman was displaying. Even with all his training and resistance, there was no escaping the way the water dripped down off her shoulders and onto her stomach. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.[/color] Forget that he had never seen anyone as close to wearing their birthday clothes as she, the arch of her back and the assured confidence had him weak in the knees. For a boy as strong as Absalom, all he really wanted was for someone to take him by the scruff of the neck and tell him what to do. He nodded, unaware he was giving her a response to her question without even speaking. Maybe you’ll join me next time?[/color]

“I’d like that,” Absalom’s voice belied his size. Soft and unassuming, he gave a grin as he looked back at the water. He’d have done nearly anything she’d asked in that moment, if it meant that she would continue to speak with him. “I like to swim. I’m not very good. I have a hard time floating.” It was the truth. A boy his size and with as little fat on his bones didn’t make for an excellent floater. A rock in more ways than one, Absalom preferred the shallow end than swimming long laps in the lanes of the pool. “I’m Absalom. Who are you?” He wanted a name for the girl whom he’d be dreaming of day and night for weeks to come.
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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 5, 2013 12:34:22 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on Jun 5, 2013 12:34:22 GMT -5

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His voice was so quiet, so unlike the huge mounds of muscle and strength he was. It was adorable, it was maddening, it was perfect. The slight smile, the little confusion, it all made this little game even more fun for me. The way he was gawking at me I knew he’d never say no. He’d do anything I asked. Sitting down I let my feet dangle in the water as the boy stands over me talking about floating and sinking. As if it even matters with what I really want to do. He’d be best suited just to let me talk as I flash a smile up at him. ”We could just hang out in the shallow end if you want. I don’t mind it.” my shoulders shrug casually. ”Absalom…I think I’ve heard people say that name before. I’m Pyrope.” patting the ground next to me I wait for him to join.

Does he even know what I’m capable of? Who I am? Does he even care?

[/color] There were rumors running rampant about him and his “problems” which I didn’t really understand. So what that he was slow. He was still human and still a man. So what if he wouldn’t be the best at math or sciences. It’s not like those things were important in our District. Here it was whoever is the strongest or fastest, most talented with a sword or spear. It was clearly not about who was smartest, if it was why were there always so many volunteers to go get slaughtered?

Slipping back into the water I duck under and let myself sink to the bottom for a moment. Just letting the refreshing coolness sweep away the sticky remains of sweat that had remained from her work out. Popping back up I couldn’t help but grin at Absalom. He was cute in that overly oafish way.[/color] Bobbing in the water I asked ”Why don’t you spot me as I float? Or we could just splash around if you want. I already did my training so I’m just trying to relax.”

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 7, 2013 0:10:45 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 0:10:45 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

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And I feel so helpless here
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
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We could just hang out in the shallow end if you want. I don’t mind it.

[/color] He nodded again. Though he’s certain he’ll look awkward, with his thick arms slamming through the water and legs trying to kick hard enough for him to stay afloat, all he could think of is his body next to hers. Of him and her, floating together and disappearing underneath the clear water, and she surging over and around his clumsy big body. He was a sailor and she a mermaid, and the two of them would float on down to the bottom of the sea together. More than anything, he was smiling from ear to ear that she was inviting him into the water with her. He struggled to remove his tank top over his head, putting his carved body on full display, and almost missed the mention that his reputation preceded him. Absalom… I think I’ve heard people say that name before.[/color] He blinked, shirt now sliding slowly off his left shoulder and fluttering down onto the ground.

“Yeah?”He furrowed his brow. People assumed that he couldn’t pay enough attention to know that there was chatter about everyone in the gym. Those with particularly interesting stories were consistent targets, Absalom included. He shied away from contributing to such things. After all, it wasn’t as though he was ever going to change. [/color] Rather than being stung by their words, Absalom had chosen to do nothing and ignore however they might have defined him. “People talk a lot all the time.” It didn’t mean that they knew anything at all. It just meant that they knew enough about him to think that they could say what they wanted. Not that he’d ever challenge them. He didn’t want to look like a fool in front of the entire gym.

Why don’t you spot me as I float? Or we could just splash around if you want. I already did my training so I’m just trying to relax… [/color]

“Okay.” Absalom didn’t mind the slight distraction from his training. It was not as though he ever took a break ever [/color], what was the harm of giving this girl a few minutes of his time? He slid into the water, his bulky body sending up a shower of water as he raced down toward the body of the pool. He crashed through the surface and let out a cough. A laugh quickly followed as he began to kick his legs. He spat out a spray of water from his mouth not unlike he imagined fish would do. “This is fun!” It had been some time since he’d had fun [/color] while he was in the gym. “I don’t get to swim a lot, I mostly just use the weights. What do you train with?” He gave her a grin as he pressed back against the wall. Maybe if he were a little braver he’d head further out into the deep end, but for now he was fine. Baby steps.
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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 10, 2013 16:37:13 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on Jun 10, 2013 16:37:13 GMT -5

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Suddenly the giant man-boy was in the water. The liquid parting and splashing around his body as he waded out with a laugh and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him…I didn’t care that he was different, all I cared about was those rippling muscles. I know I’m bad, but who couldn’t focus on that body. The rumors and the whispers could all be stopped by one swing of his mighty fist. ”Everyone talks too much anyway. You should hear the things they say about me.” I giggle sending a splash of water towards him. He towers over me and I won’t deny how impressed I am... ”You have a nice smile.” I smirk coming a bit closer to him. Our bodies only inches apart I fall back and laugh the water splashing up around me as I float on the water.

Reaching out I grasp at his rough callused hand and tug him closer once more to help me float. I know I won’t sink but his body near me ensures that no harm could come my way. Who would mess with the angry girl who loves to fight and the giant that towers over everyone?

[/color] Part of me wants to challenge someone to try, to see just how protective and fast that Absalom will react. Is he trained to be some sort of attack dog or is he really just a gentle giant?

”I mainly do melee stuff.” I say letting myself relax out once more, my body prone in the water with the chipped polish on my toenails breaking the surface at the end of my legs. ”I like to hit things. It’s really relaxing…but so is swimming…” I give a sigh as my hair swirls around me.

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 14, 2013 18:19:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 18:19:09 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

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And I feel so helpless here
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
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Every inch closer to her skin was a step toward heaven. Absalom had never known the feeling other boys got when they talked about the female form he had the same stirrings as other boys, just as healthy, just the same. But the understanding of the curl of a thigh or the way her skin glistened in the water, how that made his heart beat faster, his pupils now dilated and muscled tense—it was almost animal. Closer, just a little bit closer.

[/color] He wanted to whisper out the words as she came close enough to touch, only to fall back and splash a shot of water at him. He wiped away the residue from his skin and blew his nose into his hand. She was a fairy, all air and spirit. Or better, she was a mermaid, flapping about in the water with such skill and ease as to make him weak in the knees. Better that he was here in the water than on land then.

Everyone talks too much anyway. You should hear the things they say about me.[/color] Absalom wanted to ask what they could possibly say about her. She was beautiful and sweeter than sweet, a saccharine beauty. He clenched and unclenched his fist at the thought. Lots of people said harsh things about him, many behind his back. He may have been dim but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was a shadow of doubt following him around. He could contribute only so much as his strength would take him. There were others that were more agile and quick witted, boys and girls that would have nothing to do with a towering oaf like Absalom. Still, there were few that didn’t shun him—though lately he had been finding them to be the very same that felt a twinge of pity about him. He could only hope that Pyrope wasn’t the same.

“I haven’t heard anything,” Absalom admitted. Whether this was because the boy never paid much attention or that he talked to so few others was beside the point. He rarely passed judgment about others unless he had concrete proof of their guilt. He pondered the thought for another moment, just as her hand grabbed for his. Here were the fireworks, the ones that sent a shiver down from his spin and into his legs. He stared, open mouthed, ready to say no but the protest never came. Instead he went forward with Pyrope, floating in depths of the water. I like to hit things. It’s really relaxing…but so is swimming… [/color] He uttered out a sound from his stomach, but the words still wouldn’t come. His hand felt dead against hers as she floated, while the other flailed under the water, not knowing what it should be doing in such a situation.

He took a deep breath to relax. He stared at the way her hair expanded in the water, creating a halo around her head. She’s beautiful.[/color] He blinked. “I like to hit things too. And lift things. I’m really good at both of them.” In truth it didn’t matter what he said or she said, in as much as he could continue staring at her. “Do you like fighting people?” His voice was quiet. He didn’t like fighting so much as he liked winning.[/color] For when he was successful he had something to share with his mother and father, and there was nothing better than their praise (however tepid that might have been[/color]). He hunched forward and swam closer. “I think it’s fun.”

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 16, 2013 23:19:38 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on Jun 16, 2013 23:19:38 GMT -5

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I know I’m driving him crazy. I know he can hardly contain himself as I flutter closer to him. Its enough that I can’t even hide the smirk crossing my face. Like a cat who had cornered a mouse I feel this sense of power rushing through me. He may be big, but I’m the one in charge. And lord knows what they’ll be saying about both of us after this little adventure. Moving upright again I bob on my toes looking up at his gentle face, his eyes more confused than I could ever understand, and I cock my head and smile, ”Of course I like fighting people. Not to hurt them but just to have fun.”, It’s not really my fault they can’t handle themselves against me, or that I don’t know when to stop. Really I’ve never been one for self-control and why should it start in the ring. It would never start there. Not now. Not ever.

As I move a step closer, letting my hand stay in his ”Do I make you nervous? Does it bother you that I think you’re handsome?” I can feel the disturbance of the water next to him, the slight rippling and splashing of water against my thigh where his free hand seems to dart around like he can’t quite figure out what to do with it. Me, I can think of a million and one places he could put it if he needs the distraction. Chewing on my bottom lip I peer up at him through my wet lashes, I know the mascara and eyeliner must be smeared down my cheeks, but if he doesn’t care, neither do I.

”What else do you do for fun Absalom? Just hang out in the gym…I mean I’ve never seen you outside of here.” My smile spreads across my lips as I run my free hand through my hair once more. Maybe he’ll eventually get the drift that I want out of the pool, if not I’ll just pull him out myself.

[/color] My free hand runs over the muscles of his abs absentmindedly, as I listen to him try to string together something partially coherent. The lights aren't all on upstairs, everyone knows it, and sometimes listening to his stop and start style of talk already wears on me...but he's no different than any other boy. Any other kids our age. If he was Reaped its not like they'd give him a pass because he couldn't put together more than a few words without having to stop and thing. They'd toss him right in an arena, so why should life outside be any different. He doesn't need to be coddled. He needs to be treated just the same as me.

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She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori) Jun 23, 2013 10:43:14 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 10:43:14 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

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And I feel so helpless here
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
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He gaped back at Pyrope. Her hands were fire against his skin. He couldn’t concentrate on kicking his feet then, only the sensation of how the waves splashed against his body with her so close to him. Girls were supposed to be a temptation for him; they were a distraction from what was truly important. For the most part he had shut them out of his life, and vice-versa. He, having nothing to say, and they, far more interested in boys that were going places and doing things with their lives. To them, he would be no more than an accessory, a sad story to be told, or at best, a boy that they could leer at but never touch. He wondered if they thought he was broken that way, too. His mind was fizzled and his way of thinking may have been slow

[/color], but that didn’t harm the rest of his body.

In fact, he felt just as much stirring, if not more, as anyone else. A boy that ached to be touched, he lurched closer to Pyrope when she put her hands on his stomach. Uh,[/color] he muttered out, Uh-huh.[/color] He closed his eyes. For just a minute more he would’ve given anything. It was a fire that had never burned so brightly in his stomach. While he’d yearned for girls in the past, never had one been so real, or so close to his face. It was like looking into the sun: she something he believed he was never meant to have, but altogether beautiful in that he couldn’t turn away. This wasn’t the same hunger he got from wanting a shiny toy or the last piece of chocolate cake. This was ephemeral. This was animal.[/color]

Do I make you nervous? Does it bother you that I think you’re handsome?[/color] He stopped to stare at her. No one had told him he was handsome, at least, not in a way that made his toenails curl. What else did she like about him? He hovered like a puppy, wanting to follow her further. “Yes,” he let out a quiet reply. She made his skin crawl. The way she was looking at him made the hair on his neck stand on end, and how she was so easily able to have him turned to mush—who wouldn’t be afraid of her? He nodded his head and conceded the point. This wasn’t the same fear his father gave him. He splashed some in the water, kicking back.

What else do you do for fun Absalom?[/color] He blinked. Life was a routine for him. He woke up early in the morning to eat his breakfast before his mother, father, and sister had gotten up. He would head to the gym for long, arduous hours lifting weights. He would run along the streets for his cardio. He would return to the gym and finish his training. In the evening hours, he would walk the streets, before finally returning home to his home. Fun was a word missing from his vocabulary. He simply didn’t do[/color] fun, not when he was busy enough perfecting his body. His mind clunked along, pondering the point. What was fun? [/color] He brought his arms across his chest. What would she think if he didn’t have an answer?

“Well…” He began, slow and steady. “I like to walk along the streets, and look at what’s in the storefronts.” That wasn’t much of an answer. He thought harder. “I’m learning to play the piano,” he admitted, though this was new. “I don’t know. I don’t get to do a whole lot.” He eyed her again. “What do you do?”
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