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:| Fists and Curses |: {Rave/Puppy/Loony} Sept 4, 2014 0:45:03 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 0:45:03 GMT -5

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Usually I'm more charismatic than this, I swear - more friendly, more caring - but this crowd feels different, as it morphed with my understanding of this reunion; through this crowd I feel a thousand miles away from comfort. The air feels just as polluted in my lungs as it had when I first arrived, yet the bitter in my throat tastes more of an iron than disappointment. At the base of this, we're all here to watch somebody else suffer, and for once I feel as unproud as my brother; deep down we've all got a sense of humanity, so why are we still here? I'm uneasy to the core to match this crowd. My conscience is clogged with the smell petroleum and blood and conflicting morals, and if it didn't mean leaving that person alone by themselves with nobody who actually cares, I'd already be gone.

"There’s a spot towards the edge of town. There are some benches by a building. How does that sound?" She paused and my heart felt louder than the crowd; I was either smart or dumb and lucky to find these three. It's pretty obvious I'm from somewhere other than here, the thick of the air kept me aware of that, but at least I had some people that knew where they were going other than deeper into this crowd.

("Are you okay? We can stop by a shop if you don’t want to walk so far. I’m sure the store owners will be okay with taking us in case a mob does break out.”

"Yeah, I'm okay, a little nervous but okay. This just sucks. I don't mind walking a little though."

"That sounds nice and a walk is ok.")

Better off than I was a few minutes ago, that's how I was; I wanted to ignore the cracks of the whips and pretend they were just playing a game or something instead, but I wouldn't. Cruelty like that doesn't go away, it isn't able to be ignored as long as one person from it is still alive, and it's like a plague tagging us all at this point I feel. But I'm perfectly okay, really I am, or at least I will be once we leave. (Why are we still here?) There's a knot between my rib cages - that's basic anatomy - and it feels like the strings are unraveling the longer we stay here.

"A walk seems pretty great right now," I say while scratching between my eyebrows. "I'd like to a shop though, this crowd's got me kind of hungry." I say into my hands more focused on talking and not focusing - this crowd's got me kind of homesick.

Maybe I'll go back to three after this; maybe that's the hunger talking.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty ready to go," in the familiar shit-eating grin of mine.

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:| Fists and Curses |: {Rave/Puppy/Loony} Sept 22, 2014 21:43:41 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 22, 2014 21:43:41 GMT -5

It was agreed upon: they would leave the crowd and talk somewhere else. Europa couldn’t think of a place right off the top of her mind under the pressure of the constant buzzing, and it didn’t seem like the other three had any ideas either. Where is a good place to go? translated to Where would Storm have taken me if we had to escape? and without another thought, she gave them a big grin but I feel like withering on the inside. “I know just the place to go!” she said, hoping to keep her tone upbeat to calm the younger two girls. It was the first place that had popped in her mind, but she knew the people that would be there they were never into the whole crowds stuff and they had been a part of her life since she was little. Besides her family and Tanner, they were the only people she could count on in a situation like the one in the town square.

But as she led the group to the place—and it was a bit of a walk but at least it would be far from the crowd—she began to realize the error in her decision. Storm was the one who had introduced her to the place when she was a young eleven-year-old after she had realized that Storm is already sixteen and I don’t want to lose him to the evil Capitol and she needed comforting. She had grown accustomed to the frequent customers and their foul mouths and rude jokes, but she doubted the young girls with her would be. There was no turning back though, and as easy as a detour would have been, it seemed like a good idea to go to a place with food and a merry attitude, even if it was a bit more adult than it needed to be.

When she finally brought them to the spot, she turned around quickly. “I have to warn you: the people inside are a bit rowdy.” That’s a bit of an understatement. “Not like angry mob rowdy but—you might not want to tell your parents about this place.” She looked sheepishly around. “I wish I could bring you somewhere better, but these guys are probably the safest company to be around in case the mob travels through town. Plus, Billy’s a great cook.” She smiled at the two younger girls. “Nothing like some of his food to distract you.” It had done the job years ago when she first entered the place and it never lost its charm even as the district changed and everything about her life changed.