Snowy Thoughts (Troylus/Tommy)
Dec 15, 2015 15:11:00 GMT -5
Post by kap on Dec 15, 2015 15:11:00 GMT -5
There's a point where it tips,
there's a point where it breaks
there's a point where it breaks
Looking out the front window of her home, Joule could see icicles dripping onto the shining snow. The snow looked fresh, and Joule could imaging the crunching of it under her feet already, despite not being outside yet. Feeling that she might as well venture outside for a little bit she told her mother where she was going. Slipping on her coat, Joule also put on a pair of relatively warm boots. She went over to the door, opened it, and headed outside. Closing it behind her, she made sure to lock it, even though there were other members of her family at home.She knew that they would let her in when she got back, as she didn't have a key to let herself in.
Her first step outside was like she had figured it would be. There was the crunch of snow under her foot, and a breeze of cold air on her face. She didn't mind the winter. In all actuality, she actually quite enjoyed it. It wasn't unusual for her to go out to venture around the district when the weather was cold. She had her hands in her pockets, as she didn't have gloves, and began to walk for a bit. There weren't all too many people outside, which didn't surprise her all too much, either. Generally, on days like this, people liked to stay inside where it was at least somewhat warm. Well, that was one reason people seemed to like to stay home on days like this. It was also a weekend, meaning that kids her age didn't have to got to school, and people a bit older than her didn't have to work for the day. This was part of the reason people seemed to like to stay home as well, as it was a good time to relax.
As she was walking, the air began to get a bit more frigid. Joule could see her breath, though it didn't seem to faze her all too much. After all, she didn't mind the cold of the winter months. The few people that were out and about rarely glanced at her, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to one another. That was typical for a day like that. Joule watched as her feet sunk into the snow when she walked. She wasn't paying too much attention to what was in front of her, but still tried to be sure not to collide with anyone. She was doing a rather good job at this for a while.
Beginning to get lost in her thoughts, Joule started to think about the recent happenings. The Seventy-First Hunger Games were almost over. That meant that there were many tributes that had died. They had been completely innocent people before the games, in Joule's mind. However, to her, as soon as you killed another person, your innocence was lost. She was afraid that that might happen to her some day. She knew that if she ever ended up in the games, she would have to fight, and that meant she may have to kill as well. Joule was never one to root for anyone in the games, as she truly hated their concept in general. She wasn't one to be celebratory if District Three's tributes were doing well. No, she tried to keep it all of out of her mind. That was hard to do towards the end, however. So many people were intent on watching the games, that they didn't seem to care that it was really just a death match. Who would the victor be at this point, Joule wondered to herself.
When Joule snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up again. She had actually managed to successfully avoid running into anyone. Then again, that was likely due to the lack of people that were even around. It was still early morning, after all. Deciding to take a seat on a bench, Joule brushed off the snow from where she was going to sit. Resting on the bench for a few minutes, she watched as more and more people seemed to be out and about. There were a variety of people passing by; those she knew, and those she didn't, however, it was mostly those she didn't. There was a male- she would call him a boy if he were more her age- who passed by and particularly caught her attention. He wasn't attractive to her, no, she wasn't into anything like that yet, especially when someone was older than her by a few years. He looked like he was well put-together, though. He almost reminded Joule of her older brother, Bolts, to be honest. Perhaps that was why he had caught her attention. She wasn't feeling that she should say anything at this point, however, as it might have seemed a bit odd to approach him.
Standing up, she decided that she may as well head back to her house. Joule didn't really have anything too important to do at this point, however, when she was about to start walking, she slipped on some ice, and tumbled backward. She had hit her head on the bench, but didn't want to appear like she was weak, just because she was small. She held back tears from the pain at this point, and managed to start to pull herself back up. There was a look of pain on her face, and she realized that a person or two had noticed her fall when she looked around.
Her first step outside was like she had figured it would be. There was the crunch of snow under her foot, and a breeze of cold air on her face. She didn't mind the winter. In all actuality, she actually quite enjoyed it. It wasn't unusual for her to go out to venture around the district when the weather was cold. She had her hands in her pockets, as she didn't have gloves, and began to walk for a bit. There weren't all too many people outside, which didn't surprise her all too much, either. Generally, on days like this, people liked to stay inside where it was at least somewhat warm. Well, that was one reason people seemed to like to stay home on days like this. It was also a weekend, meaning that kids her age didn't have to got to school, and people a bit older than her didn't have to work for the day. This was part of the reason people seemed to like to stay home as well, as it was a good time to relax.
As she was walking, the air began to get a bit more frigid. Joule could see her breath, though it didn't seem to faze her all too much. After all, she didn't mind the cold of the winter months. The few people that were out and about rarely glanced at her, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to one another. That was typical for a day like that. Joule watched as her feet sunk into the snow when she walked. She wasn't paying too much attention to what was in front of her, but still tried to be sure not to collide with anyone. She was doing a rather good job at this for a while.
Beginning to get lost in her thoughts, Joule started to think about the recent happenings. The Seventy-First Hunger Games were almost over. That meant that there were many tributes that had died. They had been completely innocent people before the games, in Joule's mind. However, to her, as soon as you killed another person, your innocence was lost. She was afraid that that might happen to her some day. She knew that if she ever ended up in the games, she would have to fight, and that meant she may have to kill as well. Joule was never one to root for anyone in the games, as she truly hated their concept in general. She wasn't one to be celebratory if District Three's tributes were doing well. No, she tried to keep it all of out of her mind. That was hard to do towards the end, however. So many people were intent on watching the games, that they didn't seem to care that it was really just a death match. Who would the victor be at this point, Joule wondered to herself.
When Joule snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up again. She had actually managed to successfully avoid running into anyone. Then again, that was likely due to the lack of people that were even around. It was still early morning, after all. Deciding to take a seat on a bench, Joule brushed off the snow from where she was going to sit. Resting on the bench for a few minutes, she watched as more and more people seemed to be out and about. There were a variety of people passing by; those she knew, and those she didn't, however, it was mostly those she didn't. There was a male- she would call him a boy if he were more her age- who passed by and particularly caught her attention. He wasn't attractive to her, no, she wasn't into anything like that yet, especially when someone was older than her by a few years. He looked like he was well put-together, though. He almost reminded Joule of her older brother, Bolts, to be honest. Perhaps that was why he had caught her attention. She wasn't feeling that she should say anything at this point, however, as it might have seemed a bit odd to approach him.
Standing up, she decided that she may as well head back to her house. Joule didn't really have anything too important to do at this point, however, when she was about to start walking, she slipped on some ice, and tumbled backward. She had hit her head on the bench, but didn't want to appear like she was weak, just because she was small. She held back tears from the pain at this point, and managed to start to pull herself back up. There was a look of pain on her face, and she realized that a person or two had noticed her fall when she looked around.
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