Don't Cross Me {Onyx}
Jun 20, 2017 12:28:22 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 20, 2017 12:28:22 GMT -5
Caitir Bowman
so that nothing can disturb
your peace of mind
"Good morning, dear! It's time to get up. I need you to run an errand for me," her mother's voice said as she knocked on her bedroom door. Caitir awoke abruptly and responded kindly to her mother, telling her she'd be out of bed in a few minutes. The girl emerged from her sleeping position and got dressed into a casual dress, slipping on some sandals, and heading downstairs to where her mother would be waiting for her.
Mrs. Bowman instructed her daughter that she was to bring something to the tailor. Although everyone in her family was perfectly capable of sewing, they were too busy to mend the large amount of things they had to fix. Therefore, Caitir was given the garment, and told to head off to one of the tailors in the District. She did as she was told, and headed out the front door into the humid weather of the day. The teenage girl headed down the street until she had reached a tailor, and went inside. As the door opened and she entered, a little bell chimed to signal her presence.
Caitir, seeing that the tailor was occupied, sat down in a chair to wait her turn. She was deep in thought as she sat there. The reaping, creeping ever closer, was certainly on her mind. It always was. She was terrified of being chosen, and it always made her anxiety spike. Even more frightening to her, however, was the possibility of her dear cousin, Jamie, being chosen. She wasn't sure he'd even make it to the stage at the reaping without having a panic attack. Then again, she likely wouldn't make it farther than the train without doing the same. It just all worried her, and was the only thing she could think about at the moment.
Notes: Sorry for a bit of a short start!
Onyx
Mrs. Bowman instructed her daughter that she was to bring something to the tailor. Although everyone in her family was perfectly capable of sewing, they were too busy to mend the large amount of things they had to fix. Therefore, Caitir was given the garment, and told to head off to one of the tailors in the District. She did as she was told, and headed out the front door into the humid weather of the day. The teenage girl headed down the street until she had reached a tailor, and went inside. As the door opened and she entered, a little bell chimed to signal her presence.
Caitir, seeing that the tailor was occupied, sat down in a chair to wait her turn. She was deep in thought as she sat there. The reaping, creeping ever closer, was certainly on her mind. It always was. She was terrified of being chosen, and it always made her anxiety spike. Even more frightening to her, however, was the possibility of her dear cousin, Jamie, being chosen. She wasn't sure he'd even make it to the stage at the reaping without having a panic attack. Then again, she likely wouldn't make it farther than the train without doing the same. It just all worried her, and was the only thing she could think about at the moment.
Notes: Sorry for a bit of a short start!
Onyx