gone with the wind {onyx}
Jan 17, 2017 22:33:10 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Jan 17, 2017 22:33:10 GMT -5
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august mcclaine
The sun shined brightly against August's skin despite the winter winds also chilling his senses. His breath came out in short puffs, creating clouds of condensation around his face. He looked over at his companion. Her thin body must've been feeling the effect of the cold, too. He wanted to complain and convince Ranier to go back inside, but he knew it was a lost cause. August knew better than to question Ranier's motives behind their odd adventures.
They stood at the edge of the District, right near the fence. The hum of the electric fence whispered into August ears. He frowned. He disliked it whenever Ranier suggested playing by the borders of their district. Something felt wrong about the idea of being on the edge of society. They belonged here, in District Nine, not outside of their boundaries. He didn't understand why Ranier always insisted playing by the electric fence, although he obliged, because she was his best friend (and really, only friend) and he never felt like arguing with her antics. Ranier was like the Earth and August was perfectly content with being the moon, following her around for the rest of his life.
August slumped down onto the fresh layer of snow that dusted the grounds. His winter coat provided protection from the wetness of the snow, his body protected from winter's wrath from the warmth of his sweatshirt cuddled up against his body. His behind created an imprint in the snow, almost like a throne made of frozen rain. "It's cold," he whined uncharacteristically. August frowned once again, hoping to make a clear impression to his friend about his disapproval of their outdoor antics. It wasn't the first time Ranier had dragged him out into some ungodly situation, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
August didn't really know why, or how, he was friends with Ranier. It was just something they've always been, something they've always had together. Perhaps they bonded over their love for adventure and imagination, or maybe it was the fact no one else could put up with her like August could. Either way, August didn't know how someone as free-spirited and outgoing as herself could tolerate being friends with someone as boring and careful as himself. August always thought maybe there was no one as daring and adventurous as her, or maybe even Ranier was content with having a follower rather than a competitor. After all, she was a naturally-born leader.
"Hey, Ranier," he piped up, his eyes narrowed towards the snow. He began tracing a square in the snow with his gloved fingers. He continued to trace into the snow until it bore the resemblance that of an unsymmetrical tic-tac-toe board. He grinned at his creation before placing an 'o' in the upper-right corner. Tic-tac-toe games almost always resulted in a win for August. He knew Ranier was intelligent - but he beat her in the category of book smarts by miles. It was one of the only games that August had confidence in himself winning against his friend. "Your turn."
They stood at the edge of the District, right near the fence. The hum of the electric fence whispered into August ears. He frowned. He disliked it whenever Ranier suggested playing by the borders of their district. Something felt wrong about the idea of being on the edge of society. They belonged here, in District Nine, not outside of their boundaries. He didn't understand why Ranier always insisted playing by the electric fence, although he obliged, because she was his best friend (and really, only friend) and he never felt like arguing with her antics. Ranier was like the Earth and August was perfectly content with being the moon, following her around for the rest of his life.
August slumped down onto the fresh layer of snow that dusted the grounds. His winter coat provided protection from the wetness of the snow, his body protected from winter's wrath from the warmth of his sweatshirt cuddled up against his body. His behind created an imprint in the snow, almost like a throne made of frozen rain. "It's cold," he whined uncharacteristically. August frowned once again, hoping to make a clear impression to his friend about his disapproval of their outdoor antics. It wasn't the first time Ranier had dragged him out into some ungodly situation, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
August didn't really know why, or how, he was friends with Ranier. It was just something they've always been, something they've always had together. Perhaps they bonded over their love for adventure and imagination, or maybe it was the fact no one else could put up with her like August could. Either way, August didn't know how someone as free-spirited and outgoing as herself could tolerate being friends with someone as boring and careful as himself. August always thought maybe there was no one as daring and adventurous as her, or maybe even Ranier was content with having a follower rather than a competitor. After all, she was a naturally-born leader.
"Hey, Ranier," he piped up, his eyes narrowed towards the snow. He began tracing a square in the snow with his gloved fingers. He continued to trace into the snow until it bore the resemblance that of an unsymmetrical tic-tac-toe board. He grinned at his creation before placing an 'o' in the upper-right corner. Tic-tac-toe games almost always resulted in a win for August. He knew Ranier was intelligent - but he beat her in the category of book smarts by miles. It was one of the only games that August had confidence in himself winning against his friend. "Your turn."
