Never {far} away/// Pepper

Knuckles
Librarian

4,983 POSTS
Pronouns: he/him
last seen Nov 14, 2024 16:08:02 GMT -5

probably flailing over something

Never {far} away/// Pepper Apr 11, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 11, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -5

[presto]

PINE OAK
District Seven/ Seventeen/ Julian De La Celle

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am

Freedom, a word rarely used on any given day. It doesn't exist, and it'll never exist as long as the Capitol reins strong. Decisions are made for us every single day. Nobody has the choice of surviving, or dying. At any given moment, the Capitol can wipe out everyone we love and not think twice about it. Living here sickens me, but it's all I know. It's a miserable life, yet it'll never change. Toes can't cross the thin line between what's allowed and what's not allowed, or the authorities will punish us one by one. We're human, and we deserve so much better than what they are giving us, but nobody knows any different. I know no different, yet I constantly wonder it's like living free.

Soft rain patters gently against the roof of the old, ragged, ran down house feeling my ears with music. Rain always calms everything, and when I was capable of working, I was able to be free. We'd work through the rain constantly, yet the axe wouldn't do much in my hands. My eyes glance out the window watching drops of rain race one another fighting for the finish line as they flow freely. Rain is free, it comes and goes as it wishes. Nobody can make it start, and nobody can make it stop. It has the freedom to choose unlike those surviving in this nation. It's a horrible way of life, but it's survival, and everyone does what they can to survive otherwise it would only be death.

I throw a jacket over my shoulders letting it fall gently down my back easily covering my body. The hood lands upon my head as my feet carry me through the door into the rain. Nobody can control me, and today is the day I live my life. My eyes glance around the district as most people are inside away from the rain making it the perfect time for getting lost where nobody can find me. My face turns high towards the sky allowing the rain to consume my soul. One day I'll be free like the rain, no worries in the world as my life passes by. Step by step my feet guide me through the district away from everyone as I slowly grow closer to the woods I once worked in.

Trees surround the woods as my feet move carefully away from the trail I always took. Pain, surges through my hand, where my hand use to be, as my eye focus on the stump. They took it away from me, and they weren't able to fix it. My life was nearly over as blood poured from my body, and nobody seemed to care. The job I had enjoyed and devoted so much time to was taken away at the blink of an eye over a horrible mistake, and I'll never forgive myself for it. Anger flows freely inside my body as my head hangs towards the ground allowing the rain to flow freely over my face wiping away the pain as it always did.

A soft patch of grass looms before me, and I remove the jacket from my body before tossing it down upon the grass. Slowly, I lower myself onto the jacket not caring if anyone finds me. Maybe I'll be dead before anyone even notices. My legs cross one another and my head lowers towards the rest of my body as tears flow from my eyes mixing with the rain. Joy was taken away the moment the axe slid through my hand. Pain filled my veins the moment my hand landed upon the ground. Everything I had once lived for is gone. Just let me die. Don't let anyone see me. Don't let anyone talk to me. Don't let anyone find me. I just want to die. Please, just let me die. Dying would be easy as it'll be damn near impossible for anyone to find me.

Lyrics: Away from the Sun- Three Doors Down

[/presto]

lest we forget [the characters]

credit to Zoe

VisiblePepper
Seam Resident

6 POSTS

last seen Oct 7, 2014 14:32:34 GMT -5

Interesting.

Never {far} away/// Pepper Apr 11, 2014 20:23:19 GMT -5

Post by VisiblePepper on Apr 11, 2014 20:23:19 GMT -5

The rain always made me feel like the sky was trying to blanket the world from being hurt; that the water falling from the heavens was a sign that things would turn out alright. The small droplets that hit my face told me that nature hadn't conformed to the rules of society. When I look around at the shops and cities, all I see is processed items; items and trinkets that Big Brother has deemed unworthy of living in its natural habitat. Myself, being one of those items. The lives of the people were worthless in terms of value as they could ‘always’ be replaced.

Go on your run.

I have to stop thinking like this. I need to stop thinking about the negativity that fills the air around me and focus on. Besides, work sent a message yesterday. The rainfall has wet all of the fresh wood, so we need to postpone work in the shop. Just my luck, have it. I need that money to get some more food for the brothers. Damn..I have to figure out how I’m going to provide.

Go on your run.

Looking outside, running didn't seem like a good idea today. Mud was amuck all over the paths and the clouds were setting in; the darker they got, the more that I felt that my wiry body was going to get struck by some lightning.

Go on your run.

Something inside of me said to ignore logic. The run seemed like something that my heart wanted – no, needed to do. It gave me a hint of comfort knowing that the rain would surround me like a wall, blocking out all of the thoughts. I slipped my jeans over my bare skin, put on my blackest shirt, and stepped into my boots. Running through the mud, I decided to go check on the shop. It was the shortest path and I wanted to see how wet the wood really was.

Not to my surprise, the lightning had hit a tree earlier and it blocked my usual path. Going the long was going to be a hassle, but it at least gave me more time to think. As I ran, I thought about my dad and how he just up and left. It’s my fault.. I knew that it was something that I did. I knew he replaced me and our family for something else. Every day when I run, I go over everything that I had done in the weeks prior to him leaving. It bothered me like a chemical running through my veins, causing my muscles to tighten up at the thought of it. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my feet see the path in front of me.

SPLASH!

Not realizing it, I had completely wandered off of the path and stepped right into a large crevice of brown water. Water smothered my face as I wiped the mud away from my eyes…and saw a figure in the near distance. I peered around the bush to try to get a better look. Although I could not see his face clearly through the long, wet hair, I could feel his sadness run through me, reminding me of myself. His head slightly moved towards my direction, as if asking me to approach. Slowly, I walked towards him, not sure what to think...he didn't seem to notice me as I stepped towards him. The first thing that I noticed, or didn't notice, was the lack of a hand on one of his arms, and I was inclined to ask what had happened as a first instinct. Thinking that would be rude, and odd, more or less, I reached my hand out to touch his shoulder, asking, “Are you alright?”

Last Edit: Apr 11, 2014 20:25:41 GMT -5 by VisiblePepper

Knuckles
Librarian

4,983 POSTS
Pronouns: he/him
last seen Nov 14, 2024 16:08:02 GMT -5

probably flailing over something

Never {far} away/// Pepper Apr 12, 2014 20:31:12 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 12, 2014 20:31:12 GMT -5

[presto]

PINE OAK
District Seven/ Seventeen/ Julian De La Celle

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am

When I was younger, I enjoyed the rain. It would give me the chance of playing outside like a normal kid- I was normal then. I would run around jumping in water puddles splashing the muddy water through the air usually covering myself head to toe. The laughter erupting from my lips still rings loud and proud through my ears today. Those days are gone, and people treat me like I'm nothing, like I don't belong here anymore. Hurtful words spread through my life, and nothing will undo what had happened. The past can't be changed, and the future can't be predicted, and it aggravates me knowing nothing will ever happen again. I'll never be that young boy who enjoyed running through the rain because he's gone. He ran away like a coward the moment life became too rough.

Rain pours from the sky soaking my clothing drenching me to my very soul. A waterfall pours from my eyes as my life spreads before me. It's been a horrible day. Nobody wants to be around me- nobody cares about me, so why should I? People hate me. I hate me. I hate everyone, but I don't, they just hate me. I run my hand along side my face knocking the tears from my eyes. I am a man, and my parents always told me men don't cry. I'm not a man. I'm just a boy. I'm a coward. I'm not a man. My eyes turn towards the sky allowing the filthy rain to fill them to the brim. Nothing will help me- I'm alone, trapped, and abandon.

Even the birds don't sing as the rain falls from the sky, they remain hidden in their houses, their nests, away from the rain shielding those they love. The trees turn their leaves down so the animals can drink as the water flows freely like a waterfall dancing around. I slam my fist into the ground wondering what could ever go wrong. Nothing can get any worse than what this is today. Nothing will ever destroy my life the same way it once did. I was happy, I was proud, but it's not worth it anymore. The taunts of those standing around me as the axe slipped through my hand springs through my ears. "Little Pine just lost his hand. He's unable to do anything. He's a nobody. He doesn't deserve the job anymore. Someone will replace him. He'll be replaced easily."

My gaze turns towards the ground. The rain can take me away from the world. The rain can wash away my sins making me pure again, but it'll never take back what was rightfully mine. The hand was mine, but nobody cared. They watched it fall from my arm. They watched as it fell towards the ground with a heartbreaking thud. They listened as screams flowed from the lips into the sky, but only one of them helped me while everyone else stood back and laughed. I'm unloved. Nobody cares for me. Nobody would miss me if I died. My only saving grace is I'm in a part of the woods nobody knows about, nobody cares about. I'll go unnoticed forever, at least, it's what I had hoped because in that moment something touches my shoulder and a voice speaks into the air.

My first instinct is to stand up and run away, but his words are clamming. He's large feature glares down upon me, and my eyes widen. He doesn't need to know anything about me, he doesn't need to know if I'm alright, but he cared enough to ask- it could be he's just pitying me as I only have one hand. I'm not a fucking cripple. My gaze shifts towards him as my I run my hand through my hair flattening it out against my head allowing the rain to mess it up more. "Yeah. I'm okay. I guess. Always the answer they want to hear right?" Words, full of pain hidden beneath the depths of a deep voice, fly through the air. My only hope is this man doesn't catch on. It's how I was raised never show pain no matter how hard it truly is.

Lyrics: Away from the Sun- Three Doors Down

[/presto]

lest we forget [the characters]

credit to Zoe

VisiblePepper
Seam Resident

6 POSTS

last seen Oct 7, 2014 14:32:34 GMT -5

Interesting.

Never {far} away/// Pepper Apr 14, 2014 11:43:08 GMT -5

Post by VisiblePepper on Apr 14, 2014 11:43:08 GMT -5

Keb Overeem; D7

Everyone
attributes water as the calmest of all of the elements; earth, fire, and air,
being the other three. The thing, though, is that the calmest things in life
are the things that could hurt you the most and the most deadly. For instance, water.
Water is something that makes up our living being and supports our live. It is
essential for life and the reason why life on other planets has been basically
disproven. Water, along with shelter and food, is the most important thing for
our basic lives.

But, at the
same time, water can be the deadliest substance in the world. If you drink the
wrong water, and it has something harmful in it, you could die. Water can
overflow a village and cause more destruction than any tornado, storm, or
earthquake could ever cause. Water could drown you and let you sink to the
bottom of its pits to never be found again. Water has its ways of being
deceiving.

People are
water but physically formed. People always tell me “oh you should have been
there” or “wish you were there” when they didn’t even mention it to me
beforehand. I mean honestly. I never get invited to parties or get-togethers
anymore. They all look so fun and I’m sitting here looking from the outside in.
It probably all began when I told them that my father left, and I suppose I don’t
blame them for that. Everyone just assumes that I have a lot on my hands.

The thing is, though, is that they’ll turn right around and act all buddy-buddy
in order to get on my good side. Respectfully, I argue that they don’t really
care and that although they want to be essential to my life, they actually harm
it in a way that they ignorantly refuse to understand.

I think he
noticed me looking at his lesser arm, and I was ashamed of that. It’s not that
I want to take pity on him, it’s just…noticeable.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I
guess. Always the answer they want to hear right?"

Although hurt at his words initially, I took
a moment to let that sink into my head. The rain made it hard to see, but I
could see the red in his eyes as he gazed up at me. I know that he’d been
crying, but I’m not going to make it obvious. I want to help him, if I can. He looks
in distress.

I take a seat on the stump next to him; “Well, not necessarily. When people
hide their feelings it just makes it harder to talk to each other...not that it’s
any business why you’re out here all alone, but it just looks like you could
use some conversation or something of the sort…” My words just flowed out of my
mouth; I wasn’t sure what his response would be. He’d either shoo me away and
ignore me, or he’d let me in. Regardless, I wiped the water away from my head
as I waited.

Last Edit: Apr 14, 2014 11:44:35 GMT -5 by VisiblePepper

Knuckles
Librarian

4,983 POSTS
Pronouns: he/him
last seen Nov 14, 2024 16:08:02 GMT -5

probably flailing over something

Never {far} away/// Pepper Apr 18, 2014 20:58:52 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 18, 2014 20:58:52 GMT -5

[presto]

PINE OAK
District Seven/ Seventeen/ Julian De La Celle

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am

The weather always seems to know what type of mood I'm in. Today the rain pours violently from the sky falling towards the ground before disappearing forever- It's like someone is sitting high above the clouds crying long with me. My parents would hold me for hours when I was hurt, or crying, or just angry when I needed it. They never judged me- they cared for me because I needed them. All my life, I lived a sheltered life. I didn't know what it was like living on my own, and I didn't have to look around wondering if everyone was staring at me whispering about how crippled I am. I'm not crippled. Yeah, it was a terrible accident, but life still goes on- its up to me to move along with it. Sometimes, like today, it's easier to live in the past where everything was perfect. I had no worries in the world, and the thought of people staring at me never rested on my mind. It would be nice to return to those days, but as long as my hand is missing, it'll never happen because this life we all life is extremely cruel and unusual. People in charge want us to suffer, and each and everyday it's proved more and more by the stupid games.

In a quick motion, my hand rises towards my face wiping away the tears and rain from my eyes. It's been do long since I've been able to set down and cry without anyone caring. Chills run up my arms spreading throughout my body as my body convulses slightly. Part of me wishes this guy would just leave and let me stay here alone to drown in the rain away from everyone, but the other part of me is glad someone stopped long enough to talk, but he doesn't know what it's like living at a disadvantage. People expected so much from me, but I let them down. I let my entire world down, drowning it all in this rain. People are hurtful, and there words linger in my heart stabbing through the walls slowly destroying the innocence behind it. Noting makes sense anymore. Life has been destroyed and it's by the people of the Capitol who brings pain down upon us every single day. I look up at this guy terrified of him. It's hard getting to trust people, but his words he's spoke are kind and gentle. He didn't laugh the moment he walked up. H just asked a question, and it's not like this one question will destroy my life forever, but it's obviously answer wasn't what he wanted.

When he speaks the second time, I am prepared for anger, but anger is e farthest emotion away. His words are slow, meaningful, not hurting. He isn't trying to push me away like most people- he's trying to help me after I shut him down with the answer he wasn't wanting to hear. My head lowers towards the ground allowing the rain to pour deep into my soul. I spread my fingers wide before quickly sweeping my hand through my hair trying to get it out of my face, trying to hide the pain lurking inside my every movement, yet it's never good enough. People look past the image of pain, and automatically expect a face to light up with joy, but joy hasn't flooded my veins in so long. It would be amazing if someone would be my friend so I can vent to them- all the anger, pain, sadness, sorrow living inside me slowly murdering every ounce of my life inch by inch. My eyes slowly turn towards him slowly looking at his features wondering if he'd use this against me, but he opened up the door, and I'm going to take it,

"The sky cries in pain as sorrow weaves through my veins. It's part of life it seems." My words, a mere attempt of lightening the mood, flies freely into the sky wondering if he'd ever understand. "But, as you can see, I'm not whole. I lost something very Important, and there's no way to get it back. People stare at me like I'm crippled, but I'm not a cripple. I'm not a cripple." The words barely audible as the last little bit flies from my lips. Tears race down my face as I sob silently into the air. Let me drown. Let me die. Nobody will miss me. Nobody will even know I'm gone. I slowly take my gaze away from him wondering what he'll think of me. I'm not who he thinks I am; he doesn't know what I'm capable of. I'm probably just another cripple to him. The world doesn't need the cripples, and my life should be destroyed with the rest of them. I take a slow deep breath before my gaze turns back to him. Maybe he's my way out. Maybe he's the person I've been waiting for.

Lyrics: Away from the Sun- Three Doors Down

[/presto]