A bit of this and that [Kitty]

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A bit of this and that [Kitty] Feb 16, 2014 22:48:21 GMT -5

Post by Ella on Feb 16, 2014 22:48:21 GMT -5

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brooke hilt
seventeen | female | district 12 | jade ramsey[/presto]

Wordcount} 446

My pale hand wraps around the cold wood of my home. Dumb mom. She doesn't let me in the house most of the time and leaves me outside. Sometimes it's nice, like on Summer nights. But Winter... just a big fat ugh. She leaves me out in the freezing, frigid cold weather to what? Starve... get dehydrated... get frostbite (or freeze to death, tomato tomazzo), or maybe get eaten by wild animals. Yeah, that sounds totally fun! Not. Not one bit. Well, it'd be a nice relief. I'd get tired of being dead, and bored, quickly, though. It's probably boring in heaven. Even if I'd probably go to hell. Hell is much worse, nonetheless. Okay, maybe being down here is better.

Coal smoke makes it's way through my nostrils and down into my lungs. Meh, I'm used to it. Mostly because, A., I live here and B., I smoke anyway. Trade a lot to get them cigarettes, but it's completely worth it. It's an addiction, what can I say? It hurts a bit sometimes, though. Well, what was I expecting? I am putting smoke into my lungs, after all.

I clear my mind for a moment before banging on "my" door, "Mom! Open up!" The hoarse voice that is my own shouts to her. Snowflakes come dancing gracefully down from the ground and rest on the top of my brown head. It sickens me. "In a minute!" She shouts back suddenly. Well, I guess I have a few hours. With her, a minute equals hours and hours.

My long, skinny legs walk my small and tall body over to the frozen wooden steps of the shack that is my house. They bend stiffly until they're in an almost perfect 90˚ angle and my butt is rested on the cold floor. My dark brown eyes gaze around the house at everything. There's the pristine white snow in a blanket on the ground and dancing gracefully from the puffy white clouds. The crystal blue sky peeks out from behind those puffy white clouds, and in one of the few open spots sits the vibrant yellow sun that I hate so very much.

Sounds come floating towards me. Some loud, some quiet, some happy, some sad. The sad sounds are my favorite. They bring joy to my evil soul. Other people's pain is one of the things I cherish most. Everyone should feel what I have to endure. It's just not fair if I'm the only one. There are probably many more who have felt this, but it's different for everyone. For some it's hurting, others loss, and some more (like me) are lonely. Loneliness is the worst, in my opinion.

Last Edit: Feb 16, 2014 22:56:52 GMT -5 by Ella

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A bit of this and that [Kitty] Feb 18, 2014 12:38:15 GMT -5

Post by kittyoemily on Feb 18, 2014 12:38:15 GMT -5

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Today was like the rest. I was showing my out rage with the capitol and skipping school. I Figure why fall into their system like the rest. The games would be on later, I will not be watching just for my favorite capitol buddies. I do not take pleasure in watching others get killed. Especially district twelve people. One of them seems smart enough to have a chance at making it to dying after half of them do, the female tribute. The male however is stupid. I see how he flaunted around with girls who just liked him for his muscles pathetic. I would probably watch to see him die actually. He is someone who feeds into the system. He is even worse than careers, because frankly he is making district twelve look bad. Showing that we feed into the system also. I roll my eyes as I walk down the streets, like usual dirty looks were thrown my way by adults who believe that kids should get a proper education. I flicked them off.

I planned on freeing some people who are being slashed today, I planned on stealing today, but I know there will always be some unforeseen stuff that comes up. Like this. Some girl knocking on her door to let her in. Then what she does next is sit down. What Is that. No this girl totally feeds into the system. She clearly wants to go in, but waits for her mom to let her in. I roll my eyes. This girl needs to be taught how to actually d0 things on her own. I look for something heavy and big. I found it. Just next to this girls house was a barrel. I walked by her picked up the barrel, and I threw it through her door. Then I threw the barrel in the way of a peacekeeper who started to charge at me because was I just torn apart. " There get your stuff and follow me." I looked back as the peacekeeper trip I ran behind the house and away from the scene. Looks like chaos in district twelve will be different today than the rest. I will have myself a little side kick, and welp a peacekeeper will not be believed by any of his friends that a barrel came out of nowhere and he tripped over it. I waited for this girl. I kept making sure the peacekeeper was not following. He was still on the floor like a wimp I rolled my eyes. The capitol can't even train their peacekeepers how to not act like wimps when they are the ones being served. Only time I have ever seen a peacekeeper act high and mighty is when they are attacking others. They hate it and can't deal with others attacking them first. I guess that is why there are a lot of stupid little rules in place to stop people from touching the capitol's precious peacekeepers. They are all weak.

"Ah, District Two, you do breed some crazies xD" Quote-Kay-

All time favorite quote ever^^

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A bit of this and that [Kitty] Feb 21, 2014 14:25:48 GMT -5

Post by Ella on Feb 21, 2014 14:25:48 GMT -5

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brooke hilt
seventeen | female | district 12 | jade ramsey[/presto]

Wordcount} 527

Suddenly, I hear a sound as some girl picks up a barrel. Oh well, not like I haven't seen that before. Then something unexpected happens. She throws the barrel! At me I think, nonetheless. Right then, I hear a mini-explosion sound of wood being broken. Ugh. That little b*tchy idiot! It was the door. I just know it. Closing my eyes tightly and spinning around on my heel, I face the door, (probably the broken door now.) I don't want to open my eyes. Nope, no I don't. Who would? Not me that's for sure. The thing in front of me is not something that my green eyes have to look down upon. But... I have to open them eventually, right? Yep. I guess so.

I slowly open only my right eye, and what I see is not something to be happy about. I mean, I hate this house and everyone (and everything) in it, but still, if mom sees me she'll make me pay for a new one! And I probably wouldn't be able to find a new door so we'd have two options: A., We could live without any door at all, B., Or move to a new house. It'd probably be that first one, though. My other pale green eye quickly opens and faces the girl who threw it as my tall, skinny body turns around.

"You idiot! Now my moms going to make me pay and..." I grow silent, muttering a little list to myself. I quickly stop though and put a very sincere angry look on my face. My feet pull me down the steps of my house as I scream again, "Go away you fat, ugly idiot!" Okay, maybe I'm a bit to mad over this. No wait, no I'm not. Plus, it'll be fun to see her wimpy feelings be hurt. It's always funny to see anybody's feelings get hurt. Yeah, call me morbid or whatever, even as bad as the Capitol, why should I care what you think? Why should I care what anybody thinks? It's my dang life, even if it is a pretty dang bad life. Life nonetheless!

Sometimes I feel as if it'd be better up in heaven or hell then down here. Let's be real here, Panem is basically hell on earth. Probably even worse. If I go to hell (which people have said I probably will go there) then I can judge that no problem. The burning part probably hurts just as much as the arena. See? They're basically the same thing, except in different places. Tomato Tomazzo.

Some other times I feel as if the Capitol really isn't to bad. The previous generation of the Capitol was bad, not this one really. Of course, I can't really judge. They're all idiots, though. Some are probably human, though. Like for example, if you went to the Capitol and asked maybe... fifty people what they thought of the games, at least two or three would say they hated the games, am I right? Nah, you probably don't agree. Oh well, it's my head, not yours. Your head is for your thoughts and my head is for mine.