A Haze of Discontent {Yoya}
Jul 27, 2013 17:37:08 GMT -5
Post by kitkatmalfoi on Jul 27, 2013 17:37:08 GMT -5
It's hot out here. Boring, blisteringly hot. The upper class of District One sweat in their heavy wigs and elaborate clothes. The makeup is peeling off their sweaty faces. Sneers of people who think they are above me push me out of their way as they hurry back to their air conditioned homes. I could be different if I wanted to be. But they don't know that.
The scum of District One get no respect. They act as if we don't exist. They're shamed when we're reaped. I toss my long hair mockingly at a passing lady in a red wig. She looks like a clown.I think to myself, sneaking and twisting underfoot. My airlight, old clothes keep me cool. I pick a few pockets around and even get a rather nice watch. I sneak into a back alley long when two white-clad peacekeepers pass. The alley is dark and cool, but to dirty for a self-respecting member of One to place a single finger near. I peer out form behind a corner and observe the previous owner of the watch search frantically for his missing timepiece. He's a fat man with a tight shirt and a wig that flops as he searches the ground. A smirk crosses my face a settles itself there. My eyes glint above my freckled cheeks, I imagine. My I twist my tangled hair as I look out for those Peacekeepers, still giggling silently. I'm too busy to notice someone behind me in the darkness.
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