light 'em up ☯ kolt/quartz

light 'em up ☯ kolt/quartz Feb 16, 2015 12:11:55 GMT -5

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Post by jess on Feb 16, 2015 12:11:55 GMT -5

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QUARTZ CAPLIN

district one female in the 69th hunger games

I'm not used to being in crowded places. I used to hate the parties my parents dragged me to back when they were alive, forcing me into pretty little dresses and making me talk to those upper-class strangers that always stared down at me, patronizing me. Usually I'd have started chewing my sleeve as I always do, but the dresses I wore weren't long sleeved. So instead, I would hide behind my mother or my father or whoever was closest and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the world around me until firm hands tightened around my shoulders and I'd open my eyes and my father would take me to talk to someone new.

It was like this all the time, and then after my mother died, Father never took us to any parties again. He stayed locked up in the house, and Aqua went on all the errands. Then when Father knocked up some woman, she sent the baby to our house - a boy, with jet black hair, so he was naturally named Jet.

Even though Jet wasn't our mother's child therefore wasn't our blood brother, Aqua and I treated him like the most precious thing in the world as he grew up. He was strong, and grew up very strong and independent, but I would protect him with my life. I would do anything just to see that smile on his face again, but unfortunately he hadn't smiled again for me in the Justice Building. He was on the brink of tears, and it pained me to see him like that and it still pains me now knowing what he's feeling like back home.

I decide that I've had enough of talking to other people, so I walk up to the rooftop, the one place in this whole building where I can be completely alone, without the sound of voices making me uncomfortable. I am dressed just how I like to be, with long loose sleeves so I can suck on them like I always do. It's a habit now, because I always used to wear long sleeves, and that habit came around because I'm shy. I find other things to do so I don't have to talk to people - one of them was eating but my parents didn't like that, so I switched to sucking my sleeve.

I sit down on the rooftop and stare out at the view before me. It's beautiful; the lights of the Capitol illuminated, lit up, right before my eyes. The lights combine together and create a spectrum of colors in my mind, making it even more beautiful. If there's one thing I'll miss about the Capitol, it's the scenery. Such beautiful lights and tall buildings and people wearing clothes I've never even seen before.

It's beautiful, but beauty can be deceiving. Hidden behind the makeup and the wigs and the weird clothes were a bunch of madmen. And that's the one thing I'll be relieved to be free of when I leave the Capitol.

I'm distracted by the sound of footsteps coming from behind me, and I turn around, startled, blue eyes wide.

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light 'em up ☯ kolt/quartz Feb 16, 2015 15:37:22 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Feb 16, 2015 15:37:22 GMT -5

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Kolton Enim

I sit at the table, listening to Dynamo chat about his favourite deaths in the games and I feel sick to my stomach again. The reality is poisonous, it sinks into my skin and roots itself deep in me- it infects my brain so it’s all I can think about. I am going to die, I keep thinking as I push the last remaining peas around my plate as Dynamo mentions Potato Earnest’s death a few games back. Though I have half a pile of mash, two sausages and a few peas left on my plate- I am no longer hungry and as my plate is taken away and replace with a shiny new one for dessert, I don’t even blink at the strawberry’s that are placed on the table. While everyone else is busy piling their plates with cakes, ice cream and other sweets, I silently excuse myself from the table and walk out of the dining room.

“Where’s he off too?” I hear someone ask, but no one else questions or calls after me as I walk down the corridor towards the elevator.

I hear the conversation about death start up again and though muffled, it makes me uncomfortable still. I tap my foot, hands shoved into my jeans, as I wait for the elevator to reach my floor. It doesn’t take long, and soon the metallic doors open silently and I step into the lift. I look to the buttons and wonder where I could go- most of the floors would be out of bounds now, it was late and so the training room would be locked. The only other place I could go was the roof- a place I had never been but I’d heard a few people talking about how it was always so peaceful and quiet up there. Deciding that is the best place to clear my thoughts, I press the button and wait.

The lift shoots up and I turn to the glass window that makes up the walls of the elevator and I look out over the Training Centre, then the Capitol skyline as it comes into view as the elevator passes the roof of the building. I think of the Capitol’s beauty- at night the sky lights merge together into multicolour and the building glisten in that very light, like diamonds on a crown. It is a sickening beauty, a deceiving one, a city that sleeps happily knowing that people in the Districts starve and that in about a week’s time, 24 children would fight to the death for food while they gorged themselves on delicacies that were stolen from our home Districts for their benefits.

If it wasn’t for them, then maybe my sister would be alive. If it wasn’t for them, we could’ve afforded to send her to a good school and then maybe she would have become a Doctor or something like that; she always wanted to help people. I grip the bracelet that hangs in my pocket and close my eyes. Maybe my family would be alive too if the Capitol wasn’t so greedy- we would still be happy. I would be happy. I open my eyes and look out over the Capitol again as the lift comes to a halt and I wonder how Ripred can let these people live in sin?

The lift opens and I exit quickly. I consider going back to my room but I need to be out of ear shot of that god damn awful conversation lest I tear my eyes out. I walk up the little flight of stairs to the door to the roof, my mind still on what my little sister could have become if she had not died. I press the door open gently, and I revel in the cool breeze that soaks me as I open the little metal door; it is so very quiet up here already, even the noises of the city around me seem forgotten up here.

I step out into the roof Garden, and realize how warm it is up here. It’s must be at least -3 out here but I’m guess the Capitol makes the roof warm for the plants that grow here. They are all tropical, brightly flowered plants with emerald green leaves of all shapes and sizes. Somewhere among the leaves, hanging from a wooden gazebo, wind chimes sing as the breeze blows over the roof. I do not recognize anything that grows here, but there is a gentle smell of blooming flowers- mainly roses- in the air.

I walk out, towards the edge of the roof where I go to look out over the city of sin once again when I realize I am not alone up here. I hear a gasp, a startled breath of air from somewhere among the foliage. Out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair- when I turn I see that Quartz is sat up here, curled in a long sleeved shirt and comfortable looking clothes. I am guessing what she usually wears. I smile, slightly apologetically.

“Sorry…” I say, slightly surprised she’s up here “I didn’t realize anyone else was up here…” I don’t move for a moment- considering actually returning to my room “Especially you… being from One and all…”

jess