Finding you [Kiah]

Finding you [Kiah] Dec 31, 2013 12:07:50 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Dec 31, 2013 12:07:50 GMT -5

Venture Indigo

Pain is all I am feeling right now, more specifically all I am feeling is pain on my forehead, the small, shallow cut on my forehead but is still bleeding slightly. A damp white cloth is being pressed against the shallow wound on my forehead. "How long do I need to keep this thing pressed against my forehead?" I ask my mother, quite annoyed that I'm the one who ends up having to get some attention. "Just until you stop bleeding." She says as she gets another damp cloth to replace the old bloody one. "Why can't we just put a bandage on it or something? This is so long, I've been sitting here for nearly five minutes!" I complain. My mother only sighs and ignores my complaints.

"This is your fault Venture. You don't need to use your fists for everything you y'know." She says. Oh great. That same speech she gives me usually. My mind slowly tunes out here speech and focuses on other things, just any little detail in the room so I don't have to listen to this, over and over again. My mum gives me this speech every time she has to heal an injury I got in a fist fight, it's usually about how I should calm down and not have to use my fists to solve all my problems and how I might end up getting stabbed one day. Honestly I think most of the times I just can't help it, it sorta just happens I guess, it's not like I exactly plan for these fights to happen. I just want to stick up for myself.

This injury was quite funny, it was sort of two against one at school. I was taking care of the other guy and his friend came out of nowhere and scratched me! There was honestly nothing I could do. It was a complete sneak attack, he was aiming for my eyes but ended up getting my forehead instead and then the fight kind of just stopped. We all walked away and when I got home and my mum saw my face she was livid. "Oh Venture not again! She said and immediately sat me down and started trying to fix me up, it honestly wasn't that bad, it was just bleeding a lot.

I take off the cloth and touch my scratch, it's not bleeding anymore. "Thanks mum," I say and throw the cloth on the table. "I'll be back later. I told dad I'd get meat from the market today." I say and walk out of the room. When I say that I'm not lying, I actually did say I'd get meat but I kind of forgot, it's pretty hard to remember everything I said I'd do after all. I walk out of the door and out of the house. I need to go to the market but we live such a long way from the market, almost an hour away so I know I'm going to be walking for a while because if I tried to run I'd get tired so quickly.

The worst bit is the cold in District ten, it's still the winter time, business is slow in the winter so the money hasn't been coming in as much as it does in the summer, and without the money we might start to go hungry so we take any little money and try and buy some food. We go hungry but we never die, we always manage to have just enough food to not keel over and die and if dad learns I forgot to buy it he'd never forgive me.

The cold makes my bones shiver and my teeth chatter, my warm breath is easily visible as something like smoke in the air. To think I'll be walking through this cold for almost an hour and then an hour coming back! My fro keeps my scalp warm and my jet black coat keeps my torso warm and I have to keep my strong hands stuffed in my pocket if I don't want them to freeze off. My trousers do a decent job of keeping my legs warm, only decent but in the end I'm still quite cold. District ten is tough, especially in the winter. One day I'll make a better life for myself. But unfortunately that day is not today.

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Finding you [Kiah] Feb 2, 2014 9:13:40 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 2, 2014 9:13:40 GMT -5

The air was chilled, one that sent shiver down my spine. Unconsciously I hug myself tighter, my arms squeezing my sides to generate some warmth- but did that help? Did that fight away the undying cold that seemed to feast on the open skin of my body like a disgusting parasite? No. It only made it worse, it only made me feel the cold that much more. Sighing I allow my arms to fall to my sides, my whole body coming to a halt as I reach the corner of the building. I could hear the wind howling like an angry mother around me, but I could not feel her anger, the building shielded me. The building protected me from the wrath of mother nature- and for that I thanked it.

I smile a weak smile to myself before pushing my back against the cold stone of the brick wall. I didn’t want to round that corner, I didn’t want to find myself face to face with the deathly chill. So instead I let the stones eat away at the warmth of my body, I allow my legs to fold so that I was no longer standing, but sitting my arms hugging mu legs, my face pressed close to my knees. Why was it so cold? It had never been this cold before- or had it? I couldn’t remember, cause he had always been there, always by my side to keep me warm. I could feel my throat begin to coke up at the thought of him and I forced myself to think of something different, I forced myself to think of something that would allow a smile to be painted across my face…

But was there such thing? In district 10, was there such a thought that could bring a smile to anyone’s face? We were a suffering district, a district that could not afford to eat the way the upper districts could, we could not afford to sleep, live and be sheltered like the upper districts either… in a way we were on our own at here, to face the things that wanted to take away the light within us that was our life. But they would not take mine- it would be a long time before anyone, or anything, would be able to turn out my light. I wouldn’t let them, I couldn’t let the.

Another howl raced above me and hesitantly I lift my gaze, my eyes wearily watching as the clouds, as dark as night, raced across the sky with the angry breeze. It was strange to see, strange to think, that in summer, at this time of day you would totally believe that you were in a different place- there would not be angry clouds or howling winds crying for blood. The skies would be clue, and clouds as fluffy as a baby hare would be surfing the sky… it was mysterious the ways in which the world, in which nature seemed to work.

Then there was a dark figure in the distance. Narrowing my eyes I try and piece out the information that was being presented in front of me. The figure was big, wide shoulders and hair that looked like it belong on someone who was living in the wild. From the way the person walked I could tell that he was a man and something inside me lit up slightly. This was perfect. Just what I needed. Just what I had come out here to fetch in the first place. Hastily Iwipe my eyes, making the make-up smudge around them. I curse slightly but then remember that it might add to my appearance- a weak unable woman. It sickened me that I had to place the damsel in distress when I knew that once we were out of the cold, back at my place maybe, that I would be the one in control.

After a moment I had managed to allow teas to form in my eyes, my throat choking up as muffled cries soon began to fill the air, the angry wind carrying them over to the boy.