simple thoughts (OPEN)

The weather was unbearably warm.

Ilena Whitney was feeling unreasonably cold.

Cold meant two things, really. Personality and temperature, although the latter was the only one actually showing. She was covering her torso with a jacket, staring straight above into the vast unknowns of space as she adjusted her makeshift blanket every now and then. Personality was a different story, and a very long one that would never be told.

(Of course, she'd never let that story even slip inches away from her mouth. Never ever.)

Her back was pressed against the steel frame of a building, an old piece of architecture in fact. Cobwebs decorated its corners like ribbon, cracks reaching dark places that her blue eyes could only wish to see. Not that her eyes wanted to see those places anyway; they only wanted rest, but the remainder of Ilena decided that the girl wanted something else.

Company. Not her brother's, her mother's, nor her father's. Ilena hated those three, no matter how many times they said they loved her dearly. Someone else was much preferred, perhaps someone who would make her life so much more interesting—

Footsteps.

Huh. Ilena didn't expect her desire to be fulfilled so soon.

Attention swerving to the source of the sound, fingers pushing away stray strands of blonde hair, Ilena looked quizzically at the newcomer.

"Hm. Hello." Her greeting was delightfully simple in her mind, but maybe a question had to be asked. "What brings you here?"

Nearly everything in District One was new and shiny; of course, that was the way everyone liked it supposedly. That's the way she liked it, the way her clique liked it, the way that everyone in Panem would like it. No one in their right mind would want to come somewhere unattractive like this place.

A voice, sweet like honey but obviously mocking, resonated in her head. Ilena, you hypocrite.

She wasn't in her right mind at the moment apparently, but she decided that she enjoyed her current state of being. Right minds were so last week, weren't they? Earlier, she had practically twirled herself out of bed and into the outside world, and only moments later after walking aimlessly (she already looked like a lunatic at that point) around the District, Ilena had found her own little place to ponder in. Maybe Ilena was just weird.