Roots [Marr]

Gorga Hannery

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Mediocre air mixed with mediocre feelings. Empty canvan eyes drew upon the town and encased the entire population within her sights. From one person to the next, her heart seemed to suck in inspiration for life but her brain would not see fit to mold the need to keep going.

Darkness still ringed around her eye, mixed with a yellowing shade. The bruising around her eye had diminshed from its purples and blue-ish hues that had stained her face for weeks. Only now, was her bright green eyes starting to take over once again - no longer tinted with a bloodshot gaze.

Pins and needles started to overtake her legs as she refused to budge from the bench until some girl had sat down, interrupting her daunting thoughts. Her heart yanked on her vocal chords to say something, but she woudn't allow herself that immature action. Silence was the best treatment for the world around her, yet.

However, her senses caught on to the smell of her sandwhich and she dipped her head slightly to the right and watched the girl bite into the morsel of food. Lips overlaped the bread and her teeth tore into the layers. The fibers of the meat seperated from the rest of the whole and she felt that with her life.

One bite after another, Gorga scoffed at the girl internally until she sighed heavily. "Do you have to eat so loudly? I can hear you rip into that sandwich as if you were a carnivorous raptor going after a seductive meal."

Gorga Hannery

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Her teeth were barely heard, if at all, but Gorga sensed the sound with the movements. She could feel the way her mouth moved and tore into the sandwich that it would make a horrible squishing sound. The atmostphere around her screamed into her ears, nose and mouth. It distrupted her everyday attendance and thus the company of pillows and blankets were her solitary confinement.

Her parents seemed to take so lavish amusement to drag her out of the house and tell her to eat something and to soak up some vitamin d from the suns rays. Redheads and sun rays never mixed and Gorga found the suggestions exhausting, both mentally and physically.

"CArnivorus Raptor? SEductive meal? This sandwich is the farthest thing from sexy. Let me tell you that."

"You can tell me whatever you want but that won't change the words that have already crossed into your mind." She muttered with no enthusiasm.

"However, I guess I could chew a little more quietly, or you know, I could just go somewhere else." Gorga nodded - slowly. Her redhead playfully draped across her shoulders, flooding forward over her chest and folded arms.

"Yes. That would be quite enjoyable and barable to listen to the silence once again since you sat without asking and proceeded to enjoy a scrumptious leveled meal without even offering. Manners are meant for the accalimed and distinguished, neither of which are you." Peircing eyes signaled to the girl and they stayed quite still, awaiting an answer. "I know who you are. And I really don't care."

Gorga Hannery

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"Sticks and stones. Non of which you say to me will actually hurt me. Just empty words." She relishes the idea that what she says would effect Gorga, because with that phrase, she only seems to saunder her vision away from her and continues not to move an inch from the moment she had sat down to indulge in such delicious nutritions. Finally, movement occurs from the redheads shoulders. The shrug lasts a mere moment in time before she speaks up again in yet a prolonged monotonous tone.

"Sticks and stones do hurt though. So do fists. So do words. Even empty words. Everything hurts in due time with enough neglect and dishonor toward others. Leaving your mind completely open allows for others to harm you in ways that you'd never allow anyone to before."

And just like that, beauty wraps her food up, placing it back into the bag. "That's funny, because I have no clue who you are and why you have such a trigger to someone just trying to get a meal in."

Gorga grinned.

"Maybe we can not start over but take off where we left off. I said, I don't care about who you are. You are a person. You are a being on this earth having to endure the same hellish torture that I am and yet here we are sitting on a bench while you enjoyed a meal that you were not allowed to without killing yourself in the process for bread and meat. Do you think if we just boycot the whole games and surpassed the president, we could actually lead somewhat normal lives not built upon the platform of a dictator?"

Gorga Hannery

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"You're right. All of those things can hurt. Some more than others. However words can't hurt you."

Gorga scoffed at her immature thoughts. She was wrong about that statement. The words were pericing and could fight all all the positive. Karma for her words would come back to bite her surely. If not today, then one future evening when she would be lease expecting it.

"If you let them hurt you."

She shook her head at the girl. "Letting someone hurt you, is like telling a porcupine not to have quills. It's just how things work. It's things beyond nature. People are born, with the dna of their family to be what their parents are. Bad blood. Bad blood and dirty lives." She merely moaned.

Speaking ill of the president didn't bother her at all. If a keeper had walked by and heard her talking ill of their dictator, then she would simply lead the life of a crimal or be shipped off to never speak to another soul ever again. The thought of that enticed her mind. Only, her new aquaintance thought that the games were not to be avoided. She believed what they had told her all along and she didn't seem to think a path could be taken around the problem to find a solution.

"You learn much but lead less. Perhaps, we could endulge the people of the district to rise against the dictator? A colony of ants is all we are. We are strong. We could do it, you know." The offer is placed out for her to accept or ignore, but a canteen is pushed in her direction. The grin returns suddenly.

"Thank you for the offer. Maybe you do have manners." She sits up more, allowing her fingers to wrap around the canteen as the liquid is poured into her mouth, without the lip touching her own. "Refreshing and devine. You are not Caesi. You are Pookie. And I am Gorga."

Gorga Hannery

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Disdain... The girl managed this word and it played in Gorga's head over and over a few times. She let the silent syllables roll around in her mind, making out the word without the sound to bring it to life. Her hair dripped to her chest and moved as she shook her head in response to the question asking too much information for someone who had been in her life for all of three hundred and forty seconds.

"It's always more than the capitol who I have a strong dislike for. It's this entire thought that there are more people in this district than just I." A tease emerges but was it really just a tease toward the girl. Moments later, the offer and refreshment came.

"Leading something like that takes respect and courage, something that I don't think I have either of. However, I will say, you seem to have a lot of courage. Strength comes from courage after all."

"No truer words have been spoken before, Pookie." A sly comment dances upon the air between the two. The new name given to the girl was more than condemned by the first taste of it upon her lips. Gorga shrugged.

"Suit yourself, but it suits you better then what you were birthed as, in my opinion." The canteen was the offering stone of friendship it would seem and as she toyed with the metal flask in her hands, she offered it back to the owner.

"I am acclimated to make your acquaintance, Caesi? What brings you out here to sup on meat and bread anyways?" Hands freed from the canteen go to rest behind her head and the sun beats down upon her fair skin, darkening her closed eyes.