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~ Meadow thinking~( open) Jun 16, 2015 18:34:51 GMT -5

Post by kittyoemily on Jun 16, 2015 18:34:51 GMT -5

My callused hands glaze the grass, the dew relieving the calluses pain ever so lightly. I lie on my back looking up at the sky. So beautifully blue. I think back to the quell that is going on at this very moment. What could those kids possibly be thinking right now? Do they still take in their scenery while fighting for their life? I crinkle my plump nose at the thought. Their scenery though isn't very nice this year. Some how the ice looks better at this point. At least all that I have seen from watching the games at this point was rust, garbage, and more garbage. I suppose the trains were okay, but still technology isn't really nice to look at either. A butterfly catches my eye, and I give one of my warm smiles that I always do. Guys usually find nature too girlish, or what ever they call it, but well I appreciate it. It beats looking at the mines. Grey soot, soot every where down there.

I give a shiver, I remember the time in my second year of schooling going down there for school, and being disgusted at it, while all of the boys were intrigued immensely . I still don't understand to this day. Perhaps they are the same people who would miraculously enjoy the games. No. I stop myself at that process. Maybe there is that one person in d12..... but all of those boys. I give a sigh of break, to stop myself from carrying this tedious conversation with myself. Perhaps I need a new book again. Another sigh comes this time. I forgot that no one is selling books right now due to the quell, and it's impertinent job. Keeping the people of all districts in line. I chuckle, well not d12 this year anyways. I guess president snow didn't see that coming. I shouldn't really be laughing actually, because this was a good thing, we all know d12 needed something good to happen. This was surely good. Now we have time to be less tense, less frightened.

My mind jumps from one thing to another, and I know I will have to go soon. In fact I may already be late to the viewing of the games for the day. The sigh comes again, I rather watch nature and be here any day. Why must we all watch the games? I Find myself gripping the grass in my hands when I hear a noise, and sense I am being watched. I sit up quickly to look around.

Last Edit: Jun 16, 2015 20:51:38 GMT -5 by kittyoemily

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~ Meadow thinking~( open) Jun 16, 2015 20:31:52 GMT -5

Post by Death Do Ones Part on Jun 16, 2015 20:31:52 GMT -5

L U K E P E T E R M C J A C E

Every Fucking Day is a Nightmare

I step out from the line of trees and throw the sack of books I was carrying over my shoulders.
"Don't worry I'm not going to kill you." I say, though I gently flex my muscles as I straighten my back. I looked at the girl (Right??) and walk forward, sitting down next to her.
"What are you doing here and not going to watch the games? It already started, you know." I nudge her with my shoulder.
The games, oh the horrible gore games. I didn't understand why people wanted to join the games. I just liked my life here, pick pocketing, black marketing, hunting. I basically lived outside the fence. I hated it at the districts. Too many terrible memories. I couldn't sleep well at night, the bags under my eyes showed profusely. My hands weren't very calloused because I refused to go down to the mines and didn't do much. I struggled daily with the peacekeepers and mainly stayed outside the fence, returning at night only for sleep, which never didn't do much.
I remembered with a flash when I was first viable for the games, my father beat me when I wasn't reaped, pissed that I wasn't chosen and wouldn't either, be dead and be less of a burden, or bring home the prize money. That son of a bitch couldn't have ever been less helpful in my life.
What I learned from him was that everything was a one man for himself. That I could never rely on anyone, that the capitol was never going to help, and instead of Peacekeepers being not peace keeping but war making, complete irony of their name.

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Last Edit: Jun 16, 2015 20:36:14 GMT -5 by Death Do Ones Part

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~ Meadow thinking~( open) Jun 18, 2015 0:46:53 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Jun 18, 2015 0:46:53 GMT -5

Sebastion Willton

District Twelve

Lessons learned in blood and death. Lessons learned with the loss of human life, with the spilling of human blood. Lessons... So many lessons. The Capitol is always educating us, restricting us, destroying us. We are nothing in the eyes of those murderers. Nothing but animals to be slaughtered. We are nothing to them except prizes to show off before they send us off to kill one another. Their games are sickening as they loiter the world with the fall of scarlet rain. 23 each year, 23. Will there ever be a time when they finally stop the genocide? No of course not.

The restraints on Sebastion's wrists cut into him as he cringes at the sight of the deaths in the bloodbath. Yet Sebastion feels no remorse as their bodies fall like paper in a rough sea breeze. His eyes had long since frozen over from the darkness that hung like a veil upon his skin. This veil was a part of him, touching every part of him, inside and out. It was always encroaching upon him, ever ceasing. It was the burden of death that had warped his unstable soul.

Images of Emery flash before his eyes in a quick cascade of memories. Violence surrounds her as the darkness engulfs her into its teeth. The light of her eyes waver against the pull of the dark then in once final crescendo of glory, are nothing more than bottomless rocks. She was a girl broken in the games by a mutt. To everyone else she was just another District Twelve tribute but to him he was his sister. One that he would have killed himself over her loss if his parents hadn't locked him up.

As Mr. Flickerman's post BloodBath report flashed on the screen Sebastion sighed his eyes perplexing the plastic shackles. Once again his parents had poorly created them and already his brilliant mind had found a solution. With a few supple twists of his wrists and a sudden jerk upwards the shackles snapped apart and fell to the side of his bed useless. Red canyons of oozing liquid glinted in the dim light where the shackles had once gripped him. Oh well, it was always worth the pain.

In no time Sebastion find himself walking though the meadow near his house. The wind bellowed softly through the fallen leaf locks that was his hair. The grass drifted and swayed in a solemn dance as they courted each other playfully. The sound of Sebastion's whispers joined in the natural symphony with every scuttling step he took. "Patricia, Pearl, Crusader, Fionbahar, Stella, July, Esme..." Nothing more than empty names that licked his lips far too many times, yet it always ended the same, "Emery. Let the 68th Hunger Games begin."

Sebastion's words trilled off like a meandering stream at the sound of other voices. With a gaze as broken as his soul Sebastion stared at the others. He did not recognize them and they probably didn't know him. The Willtons were only known for being one of the rich families and for Emery, but no one seems to remember her anyway, no one other than him. He would never for forget. Ever. Slowly Sebastion's lips slid open as he answered the boy's question with a tone that faltered as much as a boulder. "Probably the same as you. Only fools watch the games. Not to mention District Twelve isn't even in it this time around so that gives people more reasons not to give a damn."

OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in!

Last Edit: Jun 18, 2015 0:47:14 GMT -5 by Arrows

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~ Meadow thinking~( open) Jun 18, 2015 18:18:11 GMT -5

Post by kittyoemily on Jun 18, 2015 18:18:11 GMT -5

Night waterfall

I look around expecting some peace keeper, or an adult. It was neither. The kid steps out from behind the tree and puts the bag of books behind his back. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill you." My worried nature turns to a muffled chuckle as he says this, because between his show of arrogance as he flexed his admittedly strong looking body, and him taking permission to sit next to me, I would not be afraid of him killing me. Or at least at this point I am just relieved that it wasn't a peacekeeper. "What are you doing here and not going to watch the games? It already started, you know." I shrugged. " I was planning on following the rules today... but eh.. I don't know." I lean back after he nudged me. At this point I must have trusted him, I suppose it was the air of comfort he gave off from when we met. It was a unique type of comfort, but all the same it made me relaxed enough to lean back. I even took a minute to close my eyes for a second as I sat next to him.

Only for a second and yet someone speaking sent my eyes wide open. It wasn't the boy next to me but the one in front of us. " And sorry..." I was going to say who are you? Right at the guy standing in front of us. But what he said got me thinking, and what he looks like got me thinking. He looked familiar, but in a odd way. His hands however looked like they had been beaten up or something, all bloody. His face.. that's what got me to feel bad. It looked mortified. And to coincide with his response to a question meant for me, I got a odd vibe. I knew now that I must look weird. For I was not finishing my sentence, it was a snarky one, but one nonetheless. Instead I was just staring at this kid. His eyes, his body, his hands, his face. All of it seemed off. It didn't seem right. Like not in a pure physical sense, heck most of d12's population's physical appearances are off in one way or another. Like he was not all there, he seemed lost some how. Like some where along the way. Tributes.... That's all I could come up with, reason why he seemed familiar, why he would have a daunting look on his face, one of his family members was a former tribute. But who? Must have been recently for the mental scars looked fresh on his face. Fresh in his sharp words.

I bit my lips and gulped the words I was going to say next. Feeling awful at the thought that I was going to give a rude reply to him. I give a fake cough and say in a newly renewed tone of welcoming coinciding with curiosity. "Not give a damn indeed, So, who are you?" Then I looked to the boy next to me as well." And yeah I will have to know your name as well" I give a small laugh at this, for this was the most interesting introduction I have had in awhile. Two boys, nearly at the same time show up at the meadow, and during the games. This day cant get much more interesting. I pat the ground kitty-corner to where I was sitting to signify the other boy to sit nearby. " Come on, we can make introductions while in a neat kiddy circle." I of course laughed a bit at my own joke, and then brush some strands of hair out of my face that had gotten loose from my pony tail. " My name is night btw" I say almost lifting my chin up proudly( even though there was no reason for it.) " Calm on red hands, no reason to be shy." I said trying to be as friendly as possible.

Last Edit: Jun 18, 2015 18:24:41 GMT -5 by kittyoemily

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~ Meadow thinking~( open) Jun 18, 2015 23:22:20 GMT -5

Post by Death Do Ones Part on Jun 18, 2015 23:22:20 GMT -5

L U K E P E T E R M C J A C E

Every Fucking Day is a Nightmare

" I was planning on following the rules today... but eh.. I don't know." She said. I leaned back and let out a careless, loud laugh.
"Rules are for bastards who care for their dick more then their own freedom." I chuckle. Although that statement didn't really make sense to Luke, he said it because it sounded cool. And also, secretly to himself, he added, 'and that was my father' "Bastards that follows rules around here are the bastards that want to be peacekeepers."
I remembered when I was beaten by a peacekeeper for hunting. And afterwards, a group of kids who call themselves 'peacehunters' decided to beat me after that too. The 'peacehunters' incidently, was a group of kids from district twelve that wanted to be peacekeepers.
Now, I don't know how to become a peacekeeper or any of sort but all I knew was that I hated them and I could kill them with my own hands. An insane person wanted to go to the games. I would never last, I would die. I laughed at my own cowardness.
"Don't worry, I don't follow rules either. I spend most of my time out here, and past the fence. I hate being in the district." I said.
I turned around as another voice spoke and I again burst into another fit of laughter, for no apparent reason. Maybe I'm beginning to finally lose my sanity. The games and standing, waiting for the reaping brought me into a fit of anxiety attacks.
"Not giving a damn? Stating the obvious? Of course no one gives the damn about the games unless a family member or you yourself have been in it. District twelve is especially lucky this year because none of us got reaped, and we shouldn't give a damn. But here's the thing. People give a damn. Why? They feel pity for those who are on there. The peacekeepers make us stand in front of the fucking TV and watch it while those of us that aren't there may as well become beat nude by the PK's."
Damnit, I did it again. Burst random anger at a random person. I silently cursed at myself as I felt the sweat roll down my neck from anxiety building up that happened before my PTSD. I cursed aloud and swallowed, sitting back down as I realized I stood up. I took a deep breath before I felt the anxiety go away, and the risk of PTSD fade.
"I'm sorry, I was pissed off earlier about something else. My apologies." I said through gritted teeth. Oh, how I hated apologizing, something my father always made me do when he beat me. But I had to do it because I burst for no fucking reason. Oh, how I felt like a girl.
"I'm Luke Peter McJace. Call me Luke." I said. "Nice to meet you Night and. . . ?"
Oh I couldn't have made a smoother transition (Note the sarcasm).

OOC: Nope not at all!! I fancied it up for rp fun. I'm sorry I like having verbal fights on rp if you don't mind. There is a possibility to let it slide (The transition) so yeah. Hope you guys don't mind the random outburst of Luke's anger XD