black clouds are behind me .// wonder

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black clouds are behind me .// wonder Aug 17, 2013 14:43:22 GMT -5

Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 17, 2013 14:43:22 GMT -5

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It is a very slow and dragging day here in Thirteen. I'm not quite sure why the daily hassle of classes and common duties has slowed, but my hunch would be on the potential fact that the District Officials are intently watching the current Hunger Games, since I am sure they have access to the footage. Most of the younger citizens are taking this time to interact and be free. I, however, only have my gentle mind and the guiding hand of Ripred on my shoulder to keep me company.

I walk along the corridors, wearing a baggy, gray T-shirt that hangs loosely to my body and denim pants that rise above my ankles. My hair falls in waves of liquid night down my back, and a single braided strand falls across my right shoulder. I hum softly to myself as I keep walking on and on; I keep walking closer and closer towards Ripred's warmth and full approval, even if I am already his most loyal disciple.

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Still, though I can feel Ripred's warmth inside my veins, summer is slowly ending. The chilling breezes that come with autumn's beauty will soon seep through the thick walls of Thirteen and chill us all. Luckily, however, Thirteen has proven to be very good at keeping its people alive. Through Capitol-related threats and environmental disasters, my own family and many others have prospered. I thank Ripred for that on a daily basis.[/color]

My eyes stare at the lights that line the ceiling above me, and I feel a gentle smile spread across my lips. I have managed to purify many darkened souls during my time here, but I have also managed to make enemies. Thirteen is home to very many people. Some are easily touched by light, and some are encased in thick and black clouds that are made of terrifying darkness.[/color] A few of these darkened souls have even tried to convert me, of all people. Yet, all the way, I have stayed true to my holy ways.

Not many people show that much interest in me, anyhow. The girls of the District never really converse with me, and the boys, though some seem to like my delicate frame and brave and determined personality, can never really get around my religious ways. Still, no matter how hard desire taps at my surface, I'll never become unfaithful to Ripred.[/color]

One day, one day in a perfect future[/color], I'll be out of Thirteen and back in Seven, where earthy smells will waft in the breeze and rays of sunlight will shine all around. I'll live on a flowery hill, inside a small house with the man I love. I'll have a few children, each as respectful and kind as their mother, and all the while I'll still be as connected to Ripred as ever.

Nothing can shake me.[/color]

Suddenly, the lights above me begin to flicker, and I sigh. Power outages weren't all that common here, but when they occurred, they fortunately didn't last all that long. I continue walking, breathing in through my nose. I move my gaze to the floor, due to the dizzying effects of the shifting lights, and grunt. I feel lonely, suddenly. I once had a close friend, the best friend a girl could have[/color], but I lost him when I fled to Thirteen with my family.

Sometimes, on very rare occurrences, I question my ability to stay fully devoted to Ripred. I can not love before marriage, I can not say a single rude word, I cannot harm another, and I can never truly be free.[/color] With an outward sigh and an inward shout, I stop these thoughts from entering my head.

I'm as steady as a river, and there is nothing that can send ripples across my loyalty.[/color]

But, in all sick reality, there is no such thing as a steady river. Not to mention that there are many things[/color] that can cause massive ripples. I cross my arms as almost all of the lights, all but one that flickers above me, go out. I tap my foot impatiently and bite my lip. I am nothing but a gentle little girl who is surrounded by a thick cloud of darkness. A cloud of darkness that wishes to flood into my lungs and suffocate me.

Soon enough, I hear footsteps ahead of me, in the darkness[/color], and I clear my throat. Sure, I am delicate and gentle and weaker than most girls. But, in the end, I am a loyal and brave and determined maiden who is Ripred's very own soldier.[/color] I don't need to prove myself to anyone else. Uncrossing my arms, I send a greeting out into the air as the lights continue to flicker in a daunting manner.

"Hello? Who goes there? Please, do not be wary of me. I'm just a gentle girl."

I'm just a fighter that you'll never understand.[/color]

[/color]but i feel warmth on my skin
the stars have all aligned
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the wind has blown but now i know
that tomorrow will be kinder[/center]
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† r o s a n g e l a . c a u c h e m a r

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Last Edit: Nov 4, 2013 19:01:52 GMT -5 by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris

all my girls got their lace and their crimes.

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everything is zoe's tbh.

black clouds are behind me .// wonder Aug 25, 2013 15:31:19 GMT -5

Post by Wonder on Aug 25, 2013 15:31:19 GMT -5

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kier·ron · all·ard
(noun) /key-rahn/
1. eighteen, male, thirteen
2. i was born to die
3. hang me from the rafters

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

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[/size]I always thought that a district based on secrets and lies would be filled with a little more rebellion.

But that didn't seem to be the case in District Thirteen. It was a world built underground, miles and miles beneath the surface but they'd dug themselves a whole deep that they can't get out. I can't get out. It's a sinking feeling, I suppose I always knew that I would be six feet under sooner rather than later, but I figured that at least I would have a kid first - that was what the Allard family curse entailed. Sex, baby, raise it a little bit, death. It was such a simple transition, but of course I'd managed to fuck it up. How brilliant, I mean I always knew I was talented, but this just brought a whole new level. Dying before I could even carry on the tragedy of my birthright. Killing off the last member of my family in a prison made a solid steel.

The irony sinks through my teeth and chain me desperately to my bed every night.

The whole district is just so messed up. Where was the rebellion? Stuck, lost in a puff of vapour. It was all a trick of the artificial light that leads one through the narrow hallways. Rebellion sits in getting here, and then you're struck with the imposing feeling of suburban love, conform or else. Who do they think I am? Most ran here out of fear, unwelcome to their District any longer, scared of the reaping, sick of the games. Fear lived in every area of the cavernous living space. It twisted the nails into the metal sheets that made the walls, which were also coated in a nice layer of self-hatred and terror. This was a realm full of darkness, and the only way it kept it's tenants was inducing even more fear within them. The threat of outside terrors, still talking bout the never-ending terror of the Games, the dominance of the Capitol.

What a piece of shit that was though, really. If anything, the Capitol was just the same as the assholes who ran this little prison underneath the ground. I'm more than sure that given the legitimate option of leaving, people would. But that just doesn't present itself, people were better left in the dark as to the knowledge of what is going on, what the world is really like, how much larger the real world, what the taste of fresh air is like instead of stuffy recycled filtered shit. There's so much that's extremely different. But better left in the dark then the possibilities of what really existed out there. While the real monsters lived out there, metal prison's gave more time for our inner monsters to come to fruition. Create villains out of ourselves, eating out the chasms of what we used to be.

No wonder the people that live through the detention centers always come out a little different. Scary, even. Living in a jail cell only makes you wonder about who you really are, what you really stand for. I stand for death, and the inevitability of suicide. There is no torture but the never ending routine tattooed along our forearms, destined to do whatever we're told. At least at home I had a little bit of freedom as to who I wanted to fuck and when, what chores I wanted to do. Where I belonged. Here I'm a room number and a list of chores that needed to be completed or else. You want to talk about freedom? I'm one year away from being finished from reaping age, I would be free. There is no punishment for those who survive their chances.

So why did you run, Kieron. I ran because I was bored, wasn't I? Sick of routine, only to find myself stuck in another bit of routine, this even scarier. There were no parties in Thirteen, there was being scared, huddled in dorm rooms hoping that there would be no alarms today, no bombs, no attacks from the Capitol. It was all about living in fear, protecting ourselves from our deaths, live long enough in a self-sustaining environment that we die already buried. What happened to the king? The king who would taste a couple of people a week, let their filth cover my body and then never talk to them again. That was lost in the dark halls of this place, where they sucked our souls out.

Then why not leave? Kaelen left, Colt left - I don't think I can. I let a monster rise within me, and I've grown attached to the clicking of the underground, the chores, I've gotten used to singing in a chorus, my bunk. I have no where, no one left in District One - "Hello? Who goes there? Please, do not be wary of me. I'm just a gentle girl." A voice piercing through the dark, the lights flickering out. A fragile girl emerges from the shadows, her brown hair tussled, her eyes look frightened as if she expected a monster of me. But who knows what hides in the dark around here? There are more than a few monsters than the one in me, that's for sure. If serial killers can take comfort here, then I'm sure there's more of their kind.

"Well, I'm not so gentle myself. But I'll protect you from the monsters." Edging close to the girl, I take a look at her figure, untouched and beautiful. How new and different. They had a different kind of people in Thirteen. "Maybe teach you a few things, you know, to help you out." There sits a monster inside of me, ready to pounce.[/blockquote][/font]

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black clouds are behind me .// wonder Aug 25, 2013 17:11:29 GMT -5

Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 25, 2013 17:11:29 GMT -5

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Something ever so dark steps out of the abyss surrounding me, but it is no monster. Well, then again, I have always had an awful habit of underestimating people.

His hair is as black as the darkness that we stand in, yet his skin is as pale as the light that hangs above my head. He is very handsome, I'd have to give him that. After a short moment that feels like ages, I find my eyes flitting away from his hardened body ~~and ice covered heart~~

[/color][/s] and glancing upwards. I clear my throat, my facial features mushing together as I expel every ounce of lust that my body tries to manufacture. I was Ripred's and Ripred's only.

I stare into the young man's eyes, squaring my jaw as not to make it obvious that I find him visually appealing. My lips form into a small and sincere smile upon his greeting, and I tuck the braided strand of hair that slides down my shoulder behind my ear as I open my lips to speak.

"Thank you, but I'll be fine. I've just always been a bit of a coward in the dark," I confess, absentmindedly stepping a bit closer to him as the light dims even further. "Really though, I am sincere when I say thank you," I continue on, a small laugh escaping my thin lips. "I thought some sort of monster was going to pounce at me.

I continue to laugh, before shaking my head and cursing myself inwardly. If I hate being treated like a little girl, I most certainly need to stop acting like one.[/color] I try to access him to the best of my abilities. But, as if there were some thick ice surrounding his aura, I can't decipher him. He seems to mean well, however.

Run, girl. Run.[/color]

Where do I go? Every path that I can run upon will only lead me straight into the darkness.

So, I step forward.[/color]

I stare into his eyes, smiling and outstretching a hand and breaking the short distance between us. "My name is Rosangela Cauchemar. I'm afraid we haven't met," I say, trying to absorb the light that shines above me so that I can intensify the warmth of my words.

Because, truly, I am scared.[/color]

I have the Ripred-given ability to see into the hearts of others, but even so, my gift is failing me. Still, when faced with an obstacle that is unknown, what else can you do but charge forward?

Run, girl. Run.[/color]

There is nothing but darkness. I refuse to run.[/color]

"You can call me Rose, if you like."

[/color]but i feel warmth on my skin
the stars have all aligned
[/color]
the wind has blown but now i know
that tomorrow will be kinder[/center]
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† r o s a n g e l a . c a u c h e m a r

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Graphic: South
Lyrics: The Secret Sisters (Tomorrow Will Be Kinder)
FC: Kristen Stewart

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Last Edit: Nov 3, 2013 15:11:28 GMT -5 by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris

all my girls got their lace and their crimes.

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everything is zoe's tbh.

black clouds are behind me .// wonder Aug 25, 2013 17:38:18 GMT -5

Post by Wonder on Aug 25, 2013 17:38:18 GMT -5

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kier·ron · all·ard
(noun) /key-rahn/
1. eighteen, male, thirteen
2. i was born to die
3. hang me from the rafters

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

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[/size]Flash a smile to the camera, watch the lens turn and morph until it's square on your face and pose. Make sure your jaw is square to the camera and squint a little bit as to not show your true emotions, this after all, is all about lust, and no longer about love. Smile but only with your eyes, pucker your lips with the illusion that you don't actually care. This is the way it works. It's all about magician-ship, you are now an illusion to the world around you, blend in to the shadows and kiss the air as if a lover, you are serious and yet alluring - it's all about natural human attraction as natural as twisting your face is.

I have no faith in any sort of alternate being or the inner workings of the soul, but I imagine that if there were such things as auras that surround a person, hers would be a tainted shade of white. There's something about the gentle way that she carries her body that is ever so protected and meek. The white of her skin glowing in the flickering luminescence of the guarded prison, the schedule imprinted on her arm standing out strongly against the colour of her exterior. I have never seen somebody so guarded.

The world used to be filled in a galore of ecstasy, splashes of difference and washing out our eyes with tablets that slip beneath the tongue. Perhaps that's where my lack there of belief of aura comes from, when I was high I swear I could see the feelings and attitudes of the beings around me. Harsh angry reds, and sad beaten blues, golden happy, sickening green was filled with envy as I kissed her sister instead of her - and a deep maroon that sweat lust through every fiber. Peppermint patties on our tongues as they rub together, and the soft feeling of pure exaggeration along skin cells. I have tasted and seen all the colours of the rainbow, kissed boys and girls, and fucked them, I have seen oranges and mauve, turquoises and greys.

But I have never seen a girl made of tainted white.

She's so protected - she doesn't need the monster within me to touch her body and free her, she doesn't need whatever shadows lurk crawling and clawing through my stomach to burst out and pierce her red. Standing firmly in the darkness, rolling blackouts, she shoots out white, and denies a boy who could show her so much more. I could show you what lust feels like, and taint you black, yes I could, yes I could. Little do you know, a monster has come to pounce, but I can make you a monster, bleach your skin, and share a darkness.

I've done it time and time again. Her laugh is infectious, I feel it surface to my lungs with a soft exasperation, letting out a singular, ha. "Cauchemar." Testing out her last name on my lips, not quite like a dream I found, it suits her well, born into something that suits her. Much like the black that runs through my veins, how convenient to her. Running into a boy who is a family hero, a boy who knows exactly what family should feel like.

"You can call me Rose, if you like." I wonder what it would be like to drink wine from her lips, like poison I imagine, how fun would that be. To take the acid from her white lips, and burn my innards. An adventure that I haven't quite lived on yet. Sex was sex, but sex was also an adventure of how people were, stripping them down and finding them at their barest stages of humanity. Finding what really makes them break, until humanity disappears and all that's left is primal instinct.

"I'm Kieron." I see her cautious steps forward, and my body tells her to run and yet she moves further in, she welcomes herself and I welcome her. with a smile, I turn to her camera eyes and wait for the flash, click. Take it all in and move forward. Rose, I will pick your petals until you are just thorns, how would you like that. "People just usually call me Kieron, but if you're more creative go ahead."

I circle her with my eyes, take in the prey, licking my teeth and waiting for the kill - it will come, just don't run quite yet. Wait for it, it will come.[/blockquote][/font]

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black clouds are behind me .// wonder Aug 25, 2013 20:19:13 GMT -5

Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 25, 2013 20:19:13 GMT -5

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"Kieron sounds lovely as it is, actually."

Kieron starts to circle me slowly, as if I am some curious mermaid swimming in shark-ridden waters. However, no matter how intimidating he is, I refuse the faint urge to flinch. Ripred himself taught me to never judge anyone in a negative way.

[/color] I tilt my head, raven locks tumbling over my shoulders. The gentle smile I seem to always have upon my face stretches wider as I watch him.

"I'm not much to look at it, to be frank. Sorry," I confess, peeling my eyes away from his face that sings a siren song to my heart and glancing at the ever so dimming light above me. "This blackout is rather long, don't you think? I hope nothing's wrong," I state with a voice that drips with passion and concern.

Maybe I cared too much, but love was the only emotion that could never harm us.[/color] Sure, some people act as if heart-break is the worst pain to suffer through. But, if your heart does get broken, what you had was never love in the first place.[/color] My eyes start to adjust more and more to the dim light, and I take in more of his features.

He clearly wasn't originally from Thirteen, which was something we had in common. Still, unlike my dainty and fragile form, his was a hardened rock. I could easily label him as a former career, but there are some Lower Districts where muscular boys are not all that uncommon. Half the logging boys in Seven made three of me, anyway.

I clear my throat, and though I know that it is rude to pry, I press on. "You're not originally from Thirteen, are you?" I ask, fixing my shirt. "I'm from Seven, if you were possibly wondering," I continue, finding it rather surprising that I was giving out so much information on myself. "That's probably why I'm so pale," I start with a laugh. "All the trees surrounding the district absorbed all of the sunlight before it could make its way to m-," before I can finish, however, the dimming light above me blows out, sending small sparks flying down on me as everything goes black

I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. But, unfortunately, my hands lurch forward as my face goes tense from the shock. I grasp onto the only sturdy thing I can find: Kieron.[/color] My face presses against what I guess is his chest, and surprisingly enough, I can not fathom how comfortable it is. I stand there for a fleeting moment, eyes shut and lips trembling, before snapping back into my mindset and pushing off from him a bit. My hands stay grasped onto his arms, however. He is like a lifeline now. As long as he is here, I'm not alone.

I thank Ripred that Kieron can't possibly see the blush that forms on my cheeks. I clear my throat, completely ignoring the fact that I could be in a monster's grasps in this moment.

"I-I'm sorry. Like I said, I hate the darkness."

Then why aren't you running?[/color]

[/color]but i feel warmth on my skin
the stars have all aligned
[/color]
the wind has blown but now i know
that tomorrow will be kinder[/center]
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† r o s a n g e l a . c a u c h e m a r

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Graphic: South
Lyrics: The Secret Sisters (Tomorrow Will Be Kinder)
FC: Kristen Stewart

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Last Edit: Oct 4, 2013 19:31:41 GMT -5 by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris

all my girls got their lace and their crimes.

Wonder
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everything is zoe's tbh.

black clouds are behind me .// wonder Sept 12, 2013 23:52:45 GMT -5

Post by Wonder on Sept 12, 2013 23:52:45 GMT -5

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kier·ron · all·ard
(noun) /key-rahn/
1. eighteen, male, thirteen
2. i was born to die
3. hang me from the rafters

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

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[/size]I am broken and winded, hanging on by a useless noose. "Nah, not from around here." I shoot through gritted teeth, careful as to not show any indication towards the crutch that I lean on. Home beckons me as if everything about it needs me; but, I know better now. There is no such thing as home, it's only a terrible illusion of the brain, a line of morphling on a dirty glass table sucked up through a bendy drinking straw. Feeble and weak, an addiction and a mental state. I've been through my fair share of mental anguish, enough to know that the place that anyone calls home is the place that one should probably avoid. "Far from here actually."

There was nothing really to indicate whether or not the feeble girl was from around here or not, her ghost-like skin should be an indication, but my pigment had began to match hers. Another sign that we live in a graveyard, waiting to die, finally. The mangled halls of the hole we sleep in are lined with metal sheets, a coffin beyond any of which I would have gotten in the place that used to be called - home. A fetish. That's all it was, a sexual desire to encompass a space and inhabit it. There were plenty of spaces out there to fill, void of any large window pains and granite counter tops. Soft silk-like bed sheets, disgruntled and tossed into clumps to the end of the structure. A eggshell desk set, the edges lined with dirt, too old to be cleaned. There was a distinct smell of body odour and pine trees from the fresheners that were hid strategically in drawers throughout the space.

Plenty of places could be called home.

I can take whatever I want and run away with it, that much is clear. I've proven that I can run. That's what the Allard's are good at, aren't they?

Running.

What am I doing? An animal, a predator - I can take what I want from who I want when I want, this is what I want. No, it's what I need. I can't shake the feeling, the smell of home cowers through every quaking screw. What would happen if all the screws just came loose and flattened the entire district? That would be something absolutely abominable, wouldn't it be? Swallowed home beneath the ground and maybe for once then we'd be free, but until then -

I can feel her blushing, quivering by my circling, the taste of fear lingers on the tip of my tongue. Fear and danger, but whether that was her breath, or my disbelief of the place that I'd ended up, or that I will end up is beyond me. Completely unaware, that's all I was now. A monster stuck in a cage eating the innocent for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Back home I was nothing but a danger, a bad boy, but what happens in the dark is - well, people transform. Muttering and roaring, putting forth a front as if I know what I'm doing, as if I know what's going on in the bowels of hell when I'm just another victim. And yet I watch fellow prisoners, let them endanger themselves in my grasp.

There is cocaine flowing through my vines, and I scratch at it with tooth and palm. Clawing out my blood and bathing in the drug that I call home.

The lights go out.

A palm strikes my chest as she falls forward.

There is an emptiness that comes along with the blackout. No longer trapped in a dungeon, they say that positivity radiates through sunshine - but I haven't seen the sun in months, so tell me how that's still true. In the dark, anything is open to the imagination. There are no walls, and no limitations to the hatred that consumes every soul. Dangers are ever present, constant threats that linger. Lust strikes, there is a fetish to the concept of home. People throw themselves out window sills, fall down stairs, and dig knives through their finger tips just to even find a place that they can truly express their feels.

"Hey Cauchemar, how would you feel about making out right now?" I whisper through the black, latching tightly on to her wrists, holding on.

I have found home.

Hidden in the freedom of darkness.
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