europa wie ; dee/frankel ; white elephant

Her prays had been answered, the sky had opened its heavens and had begun to flood the land beneath it; finally, ideal weather for her to go scavenging. Even when she is hidden in the thick polluted smog, it is still easy for her to be identified through it by civilians or peacekeepers a like. However nobody ever dares to step out of shelter in a storm like this and Meda will not let go of that advantage. She’d been eying an area for weeks now, although it is heavily fenced, due to it being in a home’s front garden. One of the few well to do families, throwing away what is trash to them but value to her. Having spotted the treasure in her travels, she’d been eager to salvage it although she didn’t feel like being thrown into the detention centre for trespassing.

Having her face printed against the window, she watches as the water droplets sprint down the window. Having hopes on a particular one reaching the bottom first, in her mind she cheered it on, however it collides with another, sending it horizontally across the window. Well obviously I’d have no luck with bets. She thinks to herself, as she pulls away from the window. Throwing a hooded jacket over her day clothes, she’d place the straps of her bag over her shoulders before heading out of the house. Obviously she would have to be as stealth as a mouse; her parents had grown against her scavenging ways, especially during the night. However Meda had a great advantage over them…they both snored. And right now, they’re happily blasting off their own personal tunes through their nostrils. Even her sisters were sound asleep; she seemed to be the only one active in the house.

Throwing the hood over her head as she stepped outside, the area was in a blackout, it was even hard for her to see through the opaque rainfall; which ultimately meant that she was invisible too. Slipping her hands into the jacket pocket, she’d head straight towards her destination; thankfully it was not too far from her house. Even under the streetlights it was hard for Meda to see however she had walked this way so many times, that she’d likely do it in her sleep.

Closing her eyes, the rainfall began to break the defences of her hood, attacking her face. Despite being in the dead of winter, the rain wasn’t cold, the District’s oil refinery’s amounted to that, filling the air with its so called deadly toxins.

Reaching the fence line of the house she had decided to target, she leant her body across the wooden fences, reaching her hands out to the ground. The residents of the house were in her favour as they had dumped the items at the front, easily salvageable for Meda, however she didn’t want to risk retrieving it in daylight as she knew how salty people get when others are ‘on their land.’ Feeling at the ground, she’d touch something metal. Opening up her bag, she’d stuff the metal objects into it. As soon as it was full, she’d button it up before pulling herself from the fence. She hadn’t been able to collect everything but she could always return if it is still there.

As the mix scent of rain and copper filled her nostrils, she’d be eager to head back home being eager inspect the goods that she had found. However the sound of a shout would send her on a detour, following the noise she’d be unable to see the holder through the rain until she moved closer. Spotting someone on their knees on the road, she’d quickly hurry over to them, offering assistance. ”Are you alright, do you need help?”

Meda isn’t a stranger to helping people; she had brought many of those in need to her home. She believes that if she is fortunate enough to have all the necessities in life, then why shouldn’t she share it? Most things she owns, she sees as useless anyway. Why must someone own over seven pairs of trousers? A pair of trousers should last at least three days in her eyes, go in the wash and then the next pair can be worn. It’s hard to hold a fashion statement in District Five and she knows everyone is more concerned about other things, that what everyone is wearing.

Many times she has housed the homeless for a couple of days, just to keep them warm and fill their stomachs. Despite her family’s discretion, she continues to do it as she sees it doing no harm to anyone. If she was ever in the time of need, she hopes that someone would bring her in. just like she does with everyone else. She believes that everyone should treat others, the way that she would want to be be treated and well that’s what her parents taught her anyway. Just simple things, like listening to someone, giving them a blanket or a bowl of soup can make someone feel a lot better.

Right now she knows the older girl in the rain is in a serious need of help for who in their right mind would be out at this time, in conditions like this? Unless of course, they were out scrap hutting. Bending down near the girl, she’d place her hand on their back, offering reassurance. She knows most people don’t like comfort from strangers so allows the female to come out to her instead of forcing her assistance on her. Whatever is the matter, she doesn’t care about right now and she just wants to make sure the girl is safe.

As the female asks for a hug, Meda happily spreads her arms out, offering the hug to the girl. People in scenarios like this need simple things to bring them happier again. Human contact, a shoulder to cry on and well Meda will happily be that person for this girl. Wrapping her arms around the girl, she’d give her a comforting hug not caring about the rain that is battling to get everyone in doors. ”Do you want to come to mine and get warm? It’s not far from here…” She’d ask the girl, offering a dry place for them to retreat too.