an unconventional reunion [Chaos]
Jan 14, 2017 4:13:52 GMT -5
Post by Meeka on Jan 14, 2017 4:13:52 GMT -5
{ Ione K. Ashwood}
Oh, you're in my veins
;
And I cannot get you out
;
And I cannot get you out
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Nothing goes as planned,
everything will break
People say goodbye
in their own special way
Nothing goes as planned,
everything will break
People say goodbye
in their own special way
For days now we hadn't caught anything. My limbs had grown stiff from the cold and the ground beneath our feet was frozen solid. In the mornings we would wake to a thin layer of white coating the earth and each evening we'd huddle, shivering, together. I was by now growing increasingly panicked, my muscles sore and my noisy, unsettled stomach a constant reminder of what we so desperately needed. On occasion, when my distress peaked, I would lick some of the frost from the top of the tarp to quench my thirst, but nothing, nothing could quell my ever-growing hunger. The worst thing by far was the knowledge that Kit, though he was staying stoic and seldom complained, was suffering just as I was. Kit was tall and too skinny and his growing muscles needed fuel, even more than I did, for I had long-since stopped growing. With a sinking heart I realised that there was only one thing I could do to remedy our situation.
Growing up in District Nine gave us a distinct advantage. Both of us had grown up with the knowledge of hunting ingrained in our bones. We knew how to fashion our own hunting weaponry and we were skilled craftsmen when it came to the building of traps and snares. But the harsh winter months were cause for the wildlife to grow scarce and even the cold winds were hardly ever punctured by bird song. Panhandling didn't work as well in this District as it had back home. The people that inhabited it lived lives of luxury that I had seldom encountered before and I would often be passed by without any notice whenever I did crouch begging in the gutters. Sometimes a woman would catch my eye but then she would undoubtedly increase her pace, dragging her children with her. Don't look, don't look, don't look. And nothing made me feel more like the scum of the earth than the few pitying looks I garnered. No, begging absolutely would not do, not in this district. I made a mental note to move further into the forest, see if we would land elsewhere, in a district with more generous folk. But that was a job for another day, another month - for whenever we regained our strength.
When I woke on that particular morning, the air inside our tent cold and stagnant, I knew that there was no other option. I watched as my younger brother turned restlessly in his sleep, too starved to relax. He would mumble words that were carelessly strung together, his face worried even in sleep. I made my decision then: we could no longer go on like this, waiting day after day for a lone squirrel to pass by, for a morsel to drop, or for us to finally, finally wither away completely. Today I had to do something, anything, even if it was desperate in order to save us from our hopeless situation.
With Kit still asleep I donned a white shirt. It was low cut and ill-fitting, far too small for my emaciated body. I tugged on my nicest pair of trousers - the only item of clothing from my former life that I hadn't yet pawned off, or traded in scrap for scrap. They were black and made of an exquisite leather that accentuated every curve. I worked at the laces on my boots, trying to make as little noise as possible to allow Kit a few more precious hours of sleep. I told myself that I would be back before he woke and realised that I had gone. Kit didn't approve of me going into town for this. I didn't enjoy it much either, but it was easy business. The oldest business.
It never took much. All I had to do was pull my shirt down some, exposing cleavage, and stand in the town square. Whenever a Peacekeeper patrolled by I would simply pretend to be engaged with more suitable work and my weekly shop. I would wait there for someone to walk by. After nightfall all it took was the flick of a lighter, the striking of a match, and I would turn and walk into a dark alley, and wait for my client to join me. During the day it was a little more difficult, and I would have to work to catch the eye of men walking by, or else wait for someone to gesture unmistakably at me. It was always over quick, pushed up against the wall, eyes tightly closed, I let their hands and eyes wander. My souvenirs were bruises from where their hands had handled me a little too roughly, and the smell of them on my skin. But the memories I could wash away, I could push back until they reigned forgotten. I would turn my head to the side whenever one inevitably tried to kiss me, and then it was all over. For a few copper coins, some slices of bread, or a new scarf for Kit. There was no way I could get around that unsavoury business now.
Before I crawled out of the tent, I tucked the ring I wore from a chain beneath my shirt. I wore it always, but I didn't much care for someone to ask questions. I pulled a strand of hair to obscure the scarred side of my face. My clients complained, they didn't like the fleshy scar that disfigured my face. Perhaps it made them feel guilty. Ever since those first few uttered grievances I made sure that the imperfections on my body were hidden from view. I drew the flap closed behind me and turned to wander towards town and leave the safety of the forest behind me.
I had walked past the house before. In fact, I had walked past it on countless occasions, whenever I had to enter town. The house wasn't large and it certainly wasn't as grand as many of the houses near town centre. But it emitted a cosy, comforting presence, stood nestled on the very edge of the forest. Which was precisely why I had never tried stealing from there before. But now I waited, slightly obscured by a large oak tree, weighing my options in my head and eyeing the house that stood before me. There was no smoke coming from the chimney and though I stood and watched it intently, I could find no human presence, no movement in the windows. My legs felt as if they had turned to lead and I truly didn't want to go into town to pursue my other option. Releasing an anxiously held breath, I turned to look around - no one was watching. It was quiet. I thought that even if the occupants were still fast asleep inside, and not out as anticipated, I could grab a few items and make a dash for it before they woke. Besides, I would only be taking as much as we needed to survive and ignore any valuable items. I was here for food. I was here for Kit.
Mustering all my courage I pushed against the door, my heart beating overloud, terrified that it would creak. I didn't bother looking around once the door fell open. I turned instead and began looking purposefully for fruits and vegetables, for bread, for a few bites of meat, perhaps even an egg. Throughout the whole time I felt the hairs on my neck standing on edge, my arms prickling from nervous energy.All that you rely onand all that you can fakewill leave you in the morningbut find you in the day- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -