.:Follow You Down:. {Semper}

.:Follow You Down:. {Semper} Oct 24, 2013 23:35:00 GMT -5

Post by Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom] on Oct 24, 2013 23:35:00 GMT -5

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The forest was quiet and normal like everyday that Ace had been escaping from District 7, ripping and tearing through it with his footsteps. Branches and twigs and leaves crunching, cracking, and snapping as he moves. The forest was annoying, he hated it with a passion. The trees just always bugged him, he always felt out of place in District 7 because of the damn forest all the tree huggers love there.

The trees were annoying in all forms, leaves were loud and made messes, saplings would take forever to grow, bark was hard and it hurt like hell if you picked it off the tree, pinecones were prickly and full of sap making you feel sticky if you touched it, when they get tall, they block out the beautiful sun. He hated them in every way, he just wanted to escape them and the pain of District 7.

That was when he found the place. District 13 ruins, It was supposedly dead and nothing lived there. He was going to rebuild his home there. He was going to live in the ruins and start a new district, one of freedom and where the people lived in happiness, but the thing he wasn't planning for, was that District 13 was still alive. Alive in secret, underground in a secret fortified base.

Ace had taken a break and was resting on the ground, sitting there, he had fallen asleep there on the ground in the middle of nowhere. When he awoke, he was somewhere that he didn't know. He was a bit freaked. The kidnappers must of got him, right? no, they didn't. What Ace didn't know was someone took him inside of the secret base where District 13 lives. He was laying on a bed of some sorts. His clothes were still intact which made him sigh a little in relief. He knew he was sick when had laid down on the hard ground outside of District 13. Now, now he was inside some room underground, but he didn't know where it was since there were no clues.

He got up and explored to room a bit. It was dull and only had a little table, a chair, and a bed. That's when he turned around feeling a pair of eyes on him. Who would be in this room? A murderer? A Rapist? A crazy person? Ace was meet with a boy. The boy had black hair and gray eyes that just dazzled. He was kind of short, but he definitely had a build that could take out a guy if he had to get into a fight. Ace swallowed thickly as he stared at the guy in the room with him.

The room got tense because no one said anything. Ace's heart thumped a bit from the guy's appearance and presence. The guy was quite attractive. Why was this boy affecting Ace so much? Ace ignored this and backed away a bit more. He spoke in a hoarse voice, a bit scared and sickly, "W-Who are you? Wh-Where a-am I?"

Ace went and sat on the bed staring at the boy who must have carried him in. He must've right? No one would just leave someone laying out in the dirt, sick and tired. He had some sort of cold. Ace had noticed this around the third day of walking, when he sneezed and then coughed up a storm that night. He was getting weaker and by the fifth day of walking, he had reached District 13, where he was even weaker than before. The cold was exhausting and gave him little energy, plus the fact he had no food. Ace was in a terrible state, sick and hungry in a room with some attractive guy that he didn't know. What were the odds of it?

.:Follow You Down:. {Semper} Dec 16, 2013 19:47:05 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 16, 2013 19:47:05 GMT -5

The one thing that I always love about Thirteen is that it’s underground. Coming from the mines of Two, it’s comforting to feel the walls so close that it would give anyone else a panic attack. These tight spaces are what I was made for (in mines, though, not really hallways) and pretending that these bleached white walls are like some white stone lining in a shaft. It makes the dull life here much more bearable and actually almost has me want to live here; it even makes living by all the up-tight guards almost worth it.

Today, though, is one of the days where I just need a bit of sunlight. I’ve heard that the sun is good for your health (although I really don’t know why) so I venture up to the highest level that Thirteen has to offer, looking through some little window that’s hardly above the ground itself. The grass looks just as dead as the trees and I can almost smell the musky scent of rotting leaves; it’s not very pleasant at all but it’s a stark contrast to the almost grossly clean smells that come out of Thirteen’s rooms. I swear, if I had to choose one, I’d stoop so low as to prefer decaying leaves than ble—

Is that a guy?

I narrow my eyes and zero in on some guy that’s lumbering around outside. He’s unrecognizable so I don’t believe he’s from Thirteen, and even then I’m at the only entrance and I didn’t hear or see him leave. What the hell is he doing? He lurks around a few moments before plopping down, immediately going motionless for what feels like hours.

The thought crosses my mind that he’s suddenly died. (Would I be held accountable then since I watched him die and did nothing?) A pang of near fear strikes my chest and I pause, breath catching in my throat. But how do I know that he’s truly dead? I watch him for a few more moments before I decide to take actions to protect my own skin more so than his.

I open the door and run out to the guy, nudging him with my foot. ”Hey! Hey!” Nudge, nudge. ”Moron, you better get up before someone shoots you for trespassing.” The guy doesn’t move and I can’t hold back another pang of fear. My hand reaches down and a finger presses against his neck, finding a very faint pulse. ”I don’t know who you are but it’s your lucky day.” I tug on his arms and haul him up, draping one over my shoulders and dragging him along.

People gave me weird looks as I travelled down the hall so I went at them with a glare. ”Never seen a drunk guy before?” It’s obviously not the case but it satisfies their curiosity; they leave us alone until I’m able to drag this sorry guy to my room, dropping him uselessly on the bed.

He doesn’t move for a while so I take a quick break to go to the bathroom, returning to find him standing up and looking at me like a small animal cornered by a predator. (He’s taller than me, why is he scared?) I tilt my head up and squint at him. ”The name’s Kyanite and you’re in District Thirteen.” My arms cross themselves over my chest. ”More importantly I should be asking you what the hell you were doing out there. Are you a wanderer? Why were you out there?”

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