Rotting and Broken {Clara/Zagreus}
Jun 20, 2017 13:51:49 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 20, 2017 13:51:49 GMT -5
Z A G R E U S
MOON
MOON
Every day, someone, somewhere in the world, is facing their worst fear, whether that be death, suffocation, drowning, or even spiders. Most people don't like being scared, but personally, it gives me a rush of adrenaline. The risk of getting caught doing something I'm not supposed to makes me just want to do it more. I just want to keep going, seeing how much I can do before they figure me out. They still haven't figured me out yet, whomever 'they' may be.
Life is interesting to me, to say the least. I often sit around, wondering why I'm here, and why I was chosen to live the life I do. District Eight is where I was born, and it's where I live. That could have been different, but it's not, and I don't mind it at all. Living here makes me seem strange. I'm the kind of person who actually wants to go into the Hunger Games, which is more expected of an individual from one of the career Districts. I also break into abandoned houses on a daily basis. That's nothing out of the ordinary for me, but others view is as strange.
Venturing down the bustling sidewalks of District Eight isn't really my thing, though. I take the side streets and alleyways, making my way to the parts of the District that no body really goes to anymore. Passing by the homeless and avoiding those who commit much worse crimes than I do, I head towards a new target for the day, not saying a word to those I see as I make it there. Once I arrive, I'm alone. Blissful peace is what some people feel when they're alone. I never feel that way, though. There's always chaos in my mind.
Approaching the run-down, abandoned home that I found and had been stalking for weeks to make sure there truly was no one living there, I went over to the door, and kicked my foot into it, causing it to break off of its rusty hinges. It was just as easy as I thought it would be. It's always been a simple task for me to get where I wanted to go. I just had to use a little bit of force and I was in. The windows of the small house were mostly shattered glass, and the floorboards inside were of rotting wood. They creaked as I stepped on them. I peered into the building, only to hear a noise behind me. There had been someone outside that likely saw the whole fiasco of me breaking and entering. I whipped around backward, looking the person in the eyes. It wasn't what I expected, though. It was a little girl, likely no more than in her first year of the reaping with bright red hair that came down in curls. She looked much too innocent to try to turn me in. Therefore, I decided to have some fun with it all.
"Alright, kid," I said to her. "You just gonna stand there or are ya gonna help me raid this place?"
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