Baptiste|Lalia } this is, this ain't right
Jul 12, 2014 7:00:45 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Jul 12, 2014 7:00:45 GMT -5
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Astra "J" Vincent
oh no i think i'm losing it again
oh no i think i'm losing it again
district 2 | female | seventeen |
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She opens her eyes in the richer part of District Two, confusion bleeding into her face when she realizes that she's nowhere near her home. J looks about her for any attempt at recognition, but she has none - at least, not of her getting there at all. What happened? It must be a trick on someone else's part. A thought strikes her and she looks down at herself swiftly to breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortune of fortunes, at least she's dressed.
What time is it?
It feels too hot to be spring but surely the months hadn't flown by so quickly. Either way she's pretty sure it's a Monday, maybe on one of those rare, warm spring days. It must be about noon, she tells herself, then looks around again. Did I sleep so long, so deeply for someone to move me out here?
For what purpose is she here, anyway? If it's some kind of career academy hazing she's not aware of then it's a stupid sort of hazing because one: she's dressed, and two: she's not new. She's been in career training before - she's seen the pictures of her younger, triumphant self. Too bad my tastes have changed now. She must have been pretty ruthless in her younger years to win sparring sessions the way she did.
Her stomach grumbles but she ignores it in favor of peeking into the beautifully kept gardens of the rich. So many flowers! One house in particular catches her eye; the garden is large and pristine, probably a reflection of the perfect family that stays within. J lets out a little sigh of longing, her hands resting on the white picket fence. It must be nice to have a perfect family - not that mine isn't great. Her brother is just... so quiet around her, and she knows he's not really. And Mother... never really talks to her anymore.
I'll cook dinner for them tonight, she vows, And we'll sit down for a nice family chat.
A firm little nod solidifies her will, and J reaches over the fence in the garden to stroke the petals of a lonely-looking flower. "It's alright, you'll have some friends soon," she tells it with a warm little smile. "Just like me." Soon.
Fortune of fortunes, at least she's dressed.
What time is it?
It feels too hot to be spring but surely the months hadn't flown by so quickly. Either way she's pretty sure it's a Monday, maybe on one of those rare, warm spring days. It must be about noon, she tells herself, then looks around again. Did I sleep so long, so deeply for someone to move me out here?
For what purpose is she here, anyway? If it's some kind of career academy hazing she's not aware of then it's a stupid sort of hazing because one: she's dressed, and two: she's not new. She's been in career training before - she's seen the pictures of her younger, triumphant self. Too bad my tastes have changed now. She must have been pretty ruthless in her younger years to win sparring sessions the way she did.
Her stomach grumbles but she ignores it in favor of peeking into the beautifully kept gardens of the rich. So many flowers! One house in particular catches her eye; the garden is large and pristine, probably a reflection of the perfect family that stays within. J lets out a little sigh of longing, her hands resting on the white picket fence. It must be nice to have a perfect family - not that mine isn't great. Her brother is just... so quiet around her, and she knows he's not really. And Mother... never really talks to her anymore.
I'll cook dinner for them tonight, she vows, And we'll sit down for a nice family chat.
A firm little nod solidifies her will, and J reaches over the fence in the garden to stroke the petals of a lonely-looking flower. "It's alright, you'll have some friends soon," she tells it with a warm little smile. "Just like me." Soon.