A Few Treasures {Solo}

A Few Treasures {Solo} Feb 7, 2017 11:07:59 GMT -5

Post by kap on Feb 7, 2017 11:07:59 GMT -5

A FEW TREASURES

keres cheyne

district four

Regret was a feeling that pained Keres when she left the house the morning after the reaping. She could have volunteered for the Games right alongside her brother, Ronnie, but she chose not to. Instead, she allowed him to go in. She allowed him to go fight for glory, when it could have been her. The girl was furious with her decision to keep her lips sealed during volunteering, and needed to do something to vent her anger. Plenty of people in the District already knew her as a vicious bitch, so doing something that was rude or that she just wasn’t supposed to wouldn’t faze her, or surprise anyone else.

After shoving her boots onto her feet, she neglected to put a coat on and headed out the door. The cool winter air nipped at Keres’s bare arms, but she ignored it. All she’d brought with her was her purse, which was empty. The only reason she’d brought it with her was because she decided that she’d be adding to it. She’d stolen things before, and never been caught. It had just been a while since she’d done so. Normally, the things she took weren’t of any value, and she just did it for fun. After all, it wasn’t like young Miss Cheyne was low on money. She just enjoyed the feeling of depriving others of their belongings.

As Keres ventured down the street, she managed to swipe a few simply items from the unknowing passerbys. In her bag now resided a small apple, a young girl’s woven bracelet, a quarter and a brand new package of gum. These items weren’t being paid attention to by their owners, and therefore swiped by the thief. Stealing wasn’t normally Keres’s main hobby, but she was decent at it. She continued on down the street, gathering items from unwary people here and there, not thinking twice about it.

Eventually, the girl arrived in the District Square, which was much more crowded than other area of the District. Therefore, she knew she had to be more careful, as she was more likely to be spotted by someone who would report her to a Peacekeeper. Weaving through the crowds, she did manage to swipe a few more items, including a watch that was (unfortunately) broken beyond repair. So far, all of the items she’d taken so far were useless. Now, she was determined to retrieve something of value for herself. She began scoping out the area, until she saw a boy of about eighteen years old, with something shiny sticking out of his back pocket. Although Keres didn’t exactly know what the item was, she wished to retrieve it, and slowly began making her way through the many people and towards the young man.

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A Few Treasures {Solo} Feb 13, 2017 12:08:59 GMT -5

Post by solo on Feb 13, 2017 12:08:59 GMT -5

Agatha Bone

Cool air bites at my fingers and turns them to frost as I walk along the edge of the street. A small shiver runs down my spine, and I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweater: a nice, hand-knit white one that Mom made for me. There's a the soft, comforting click-clack of Rupert's nails on the cobblestone street next to me. I never bring the leash when we go for walks. Mom used to make me take it when Rupert was a pup, but he's so well trained at this point, I have a hard time believing he would ever run away. I can hear him panting a little and I don't have to look down to know he's there.
I hum softly as we walk along, icy fingers tapping against my stomach, footsteps matching the same rhythm. It creates a world of patterns and repetition around me, something I know, something I can recognize and feel safe in. High notes and low notes, but all leveling out to create a simple tune I can follow. I'm in a surprisingly good mood today. Mom was scared to let me go out, because last time I was in such a good mood, I was convinced I could fly and tried jumping off the end of the dock. Some of the guys who were working at the harbor had to lower a net and rescue me from the frigid fingers of the water. I remember the sound of the ice shattering beneath me, the colors of grey and black folding in on my vision.
I feel Rupert's cold nose on my hand, hear him whining softly, and I'm pulled back to the present. My humming starts up again, although I hadn't realized I'd stopped.
It's about then that I notice the girl hurrying along ahead of me, brushing past people and slipping her hands into their pockets, bags, purses, or whatever they have on them. My interest peaks and I quicken my pace ever so slightly. She's younger than me but definitely taller, messy brown hair, somewhat practiced hands. Not quite as good as me, I think, but certainly good. She's rich, too. That's easy to tell from the way she dresses and the amount of makeup on her face. I guess most people in Four are pretty well off. My family is in the lower-middle class of the district, if there is such a thing. Not enough money to afford nice clothes like that.
We come near to the District Square, and I see her suddenly making a beeline for a young man in the crowd. At first I wonder if it's her friend, but then I realize he's facing away from her, and my eyes catch something shiny in his pocket. I feel an urge rising inside of my stomach, but I shove it down quickly. Perhaps I can keep myself busy with something else.
An idea begins to form in my head, and a tiny smile pulls at the corners of my lips. "C'mon, Rupert." I murmur to him. With an excited wag of his tail, he hurries after me, and I skip to catch up with the girl before she reaches her next victim. My footsteps are light, mostly disguised by the noise around us, people bustling back and forth and headed for the harbor. In one smooth motion, I slip my hand into her bag and grab the first thing I can. An apple.
"Hey there!" I say with a cheery grin, and take a bite of the juicy fruit. It has a pleasing crunch in my mouth and I let a sigh escape as the taste spreads across my tongue. Mom doesn't get a lot of apples for us. "Watcha got there? Looks like you're starting a collection or something."

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