A cold escape {Charade}

A cold escape {Charade} Dec 19, 2013 19:35:32 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 19:35:32 GMT -5

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~These wounds won't seem to heal~
~This pain is just too real~
~There's just too much that time cannot erase~

I was forced to wake up to yet again another snowy day in District 3. Most of the people at school had been chatting excitedly about the winter weather that had started to appear and it seemed like I was the only one in my class who absolutely hated it all. Snow was supposed to be a magical thing but maybe there was something wrong with my eyes because I just couldn't see it at all. I just saw something that felt wrong in every sense. It felt like it was hiding something underneath it. The way it fell so silently in contrast to the sort of sounds that I had heard so often. Sounds of pain and fear. I know better than most that silence never lasts. The way it sticks to the ground and covers up the rough ground beneath it only serves to remind me of how often people cover up their tough, sadistic qualities with a blanket of fake innocence. Even the soft crunch that it made when squished under my feet felt so very wrong indeed. The only thing that was good about snow was when it started to melt and gave me a small reminder of hope. It makes me recall that just like the snow on the ground has to melt, the 'snow' that is used to cover what people are really like also melts and reveals a person's true nature so they can be dealt with. I was asked once by my adoptive parents why I hated the snow so much. The truth was the only thing I could tell them but I knew they wouldn't really understand it. As my feet crush more and more snow, I am propelled forwards through the main street of the district towards my destination. I needed somewhere to be alone and I knew the place that would be perfect for me to go to.

The district is always extremely cold at this time of year, not that I am not used to being cold. Luckily for me I had remembered to wrap up warm to combat the chills the air sent at me. My adoptive parents brought me lovely new winter jacket not long back and I have treasured it ever since. The material is surprisingly good since I live in District 3 and it keeps a lot more cold out than I had expected. There are a lot of people around my age walking round nearby since school has not long finished for the day but as usual I don't bother talking to any of them. I didn't want to go near the people in my school, especially after the day I had just had. It was just not my sort of thing at all. I don't know why they even wonder why I don't want to talk and make friends with them. I mean would they trust people like themselves if they were in my position? I bet the answer would be no. That was why today I once again sought somewhere I would be completely alone. My head was saying so many things at once and I needed to vent and clear it and I didn't want to do that when there were other people around. When I got to the place that I had thought of I peeked my head around the corner. I had often seen a girl here and I didn't want to intrude if she was there again today. Lucky for me she appeared to be absent so I proceeded forward and claimed the spot for myself. Anyone else who came would just have to deal with it. I wanted to sit down and rest my legs but the snow was telling me that would not be a good idea. That was when I remembered the bag I took to school everyday. I could easily sit on that and it would provide a layer between my body and the freezing snow that dominated the ground beneath me. Not long after I had sat down I could hear footsteps and they were definitely getting closer and closer. I held my breath.

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Tag: Charade
Notes: Sorry it's short. I suck at starting...lol

A cold escape {Charade} Dec 20, 2013 4:45:15 GMT -5

Post by charade on Dec 20, 2013 4:45:15 GMT -5

Man, I hate this time of year.

The drop in temperature is both a blessing and a curse, because the cold air usually means people need their clockwork tuned up, but it also means that the stuff we have in the shop is prone to get stiff as well. It also meant that people were more inclined to take wood wherever they found it and burn it to stay warm; even if if didn't belong to them. And that was why Da has me check on the shed every now and then as the winter months wear on. We have nothing valuable in it, just a few tools. But people have taken the planks that form the shed before and those are a good deal harder to replace. Still, I don't think anyone is going to take them this year. Da insists that he's seen someone hanging around by the shed behind the shop a couple times this week, but so far I haven't seen anyone. Okay, so that one time I saw footprints, but still, that could've been anyone walking around the back of the shop right?

I glance at the clock in the corner and decide its about time I check again. Da is out on a job, fixing someones equipment and he's left me here to mind the shop. I've been working on a clockwork mouse for ages now, but the chill in the air has kept my fingers numb and slightly unresponsive. With a sigh, I shake my head and put the toy down on the counter. I'll have to finish fixing it when I can feel my hands. Da left me a pair of work gloves, but honestly, its even harder to do intricate repairs with those clunkers on my hands. Still, they'll warm me up when I head out. After I make it out of the shop, I flip the closed sign around and double check the lock. Again, we haven't had any break-ins, but Da warns me that I can never be careful enough. The peacekeepers have kept a closer eye on me ever since that fire got started a few blocks from where we live. My cousin's tendencies are apparently something they believe runs in the family.

They couldn't be more wrong. I create things, not destroy them. Though people have never been good about figuring me out. The snow crunches beneath my feet as I make my way towards the shed. If you have the eye for it, its not hard to see the things that are out of the ordinary, and you need good eyes for the type of business that we run. Which is why I notice a second set of footprints leading towards the shed and the quick jerk of movement that could only belong to someone's head. Guess Da was right after all. Getting closer I can see long hair and a small frame. She's gotta be around my age or maybe younger. The caot looks newish, and she's sitting on a bag. Not exactly criminal material. I shoot her a patronizing look and cross my arms, blowing out a tired sigh as I appraise her with an eyebrow.

"Is there any particular reason you're sitting outside my Da's shed?"