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eyes open (fuzzy) Oct 19, 2017 19:31:22 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Oct 19, 2017 19:31:22 GMT -5

Bolt Jewel
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I heard a burst of electricity come from the object that I was working. Shit. That meant that I might have short circuited the main power source. I was working on something that I didn’t even know what it was. Really, I was just bored, trying to think of something to do to occupy my time. While I tried to be practical with my time, I usually found myself working with my hands, which I personally enjoyed. I don’t know what I would do without my hands. They were like personal extensions of myself, that brought me closer to whatever I was working on. I liked to share intimate time with many different things because of time, and as dirty as it sounded, I didn’t care. I enjoyed working on anything that I could get my hands dirty. I loved the feeling of oil dripping onto them. I loved the small bits of electricity that would hit my hand when I might have touched a wire to the wrong pair. I loved feeling the grooves of the machinery gracing my hand as I moved every piece of the puzzle I needed into place. I lived for these moments.

I looked up from the piece of equipment I was working on and took a second to admire the view I was working in front of. My father would kill me if he found out this is where I went to work on things. The lake always gave me a calm mind when I needed to work on something that was jumbling it up. Usually before I started a project, I needed to get the input of the others because that was tradition, but since the reaping, people, including my family, have been weird about pretty much everything. I didn’t know where Lightning went off to and Monsoon was somewhere in the greenhouse of the district. I didn’t bother trying to find them because I knew that they were probably thinking too much about the games themselves. We were lucky. We didn’t get reaped this time around. However, I knew that maybe one day one of our names would be called, and even though I knew that we would all be crushed, one of us would have to go. I dreaded the day that the possibility would come.

The smell of the water made me smile. A smile that made me think of the time I would spend with my family. I loved when we could get together and just work on a project together. It was something I lived for every time we had something new to share. Most families didn’t like us in the district because we were all so brilliant in our own rights. We worked hard, and made sure that our inventions were top of the line before we showed them off to anyone. When we got to sell a couple of them here and there, it brought our family honor. I remember one time when I was in working on a layout for my next invention, instead of giving me ideas, my sisters pushed me in the water. The taste of it filled my mouth, and I shrieked in embarrassment. I didn’t know what to think, and I didn’t think they were going to catch me off guard like that. I ended up splashing both with a big wave of water, but inavertedly, I got my blueprints wet in the process. When I got out of the pool, a cool chill hit my spine and I cursed them both out as loud as I could. I grabbed my wet blueprints and stormed off. Now I laugh about it.

I looked closely at the mainframe and begin to move my hands carefully around it so I don’t get shocked unexpectedly. Of course, it happened from time to time, but I held out my breath that maybe it wouldn’t happen this time. I felt around the mainframe board and clicked a couple things back into place, with no shock following shortly after. I let out a sigh of relief as I lifted the machine back up on its side and dusted off the dirt that was on it. Then I clicked it on, before hearing another raspberry come from the machine. I cursed it, pushing it back on the side and sighing, trying to figure out what is wrong with the very object I wished to work. I looked back out to the water and wished someone was here to help me with it, but of course, there was no one around. I put my hands back on the machine and moved it to the side to get another good look at what I was trying to fix. I worried that I might have to take the whole thing apart. I didn’t have all of the tools necessary to do so though. Luckily, I didn’t live too far from the lake where I was right now.

I looked back up to notice that I wasn’t alone. It was a girl who seemed like she was lost. Of course, I wasn’t surprised that I wasn’t alone. After all, this was a very public place to be in. However, I was working on something that was considered dangerous if something were to go wrong. It wasn’t anything illegal, but it was something that had to be carefully attended too or he could lose a limb or three. He wanted to avoid that. He set the piece of equipment down and looked at the girl who looked like she was lost. “Are you looking for something?” I asked in the nicest way I could. I was working on something that I didn’t want prying eyes to see, but then again, it wasn’t like anyone was going to steal any of my ideas anyway. I always offered for people to try to read my work, but they never could. I tried hard to write in a code that I only understood.

I looked at her again, grabbing a cloth and wiping my hands. Hopefully I would get some answers fast.

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Post by ♛ scandal on Oct 21, 2017 13:06:57 GMT -5

I usually had to stay inside after I went blind. My aunt and uncle treated me like on of their own children, so they didn't want me to get hurt. They knew that I didn't want to stay cooped up in this house for the rest of my life, but still safety was of the utmost important to them.

I do get where they are coming from, but my happiness should be more important than my safety. Well, that is my opinion. So that is why I enlisted help from one of my cousins to get out of the house, by myself. They too have believed the common misconceptions of being blind. They don't realize that I have some sight, but a lot less than the normal person.

I can see a faint outline of things, but that is it.

The cousin that likes me the most, Tanya, is the person I have decided to enlist help from. Tanya is always in her room with a book, something that I would die to do. Tanya reads to me, and that helps. Tanya is probably the person I would call a best friend.

Tanya's room is adjacent to mine, so all I had to do is walk a couple steps to get to her.

"Tanya?" I ask in a quiet voice as I enter her room. I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and by the ring on the pointer finger, I know that it is Tanya. A small smile brings itself to my face.

"Hey, Tanya. I need to ask you to do something for me."

My voice was solid, but enough nervousness to cause her to ask what is wrong.

"I'm fine, Tanya. I just need to you to help me get out of this house."

I know Tanya understands what I mean. I talk to her all the time about how I want to breathe fresh air and actually feel like someone who has nothing wrong with them. That is all I want in my life. To feel normal.

"Fine, Ens. You can't tell my parents. They will literally kill me if they find out that I let you outside by yourself. They won't care if I tell them that you feel like your suffering when your cooped up inside this house all the time."

A huge smile comes to my face and I jump to hug Tanya. I feel her arms wrap around me.

I am going outside. By myself.

Tanya leads me outside, and in an instant I know that I am outside. The cold fall breeze brushes my hair out of my face and leaves a trail of goosebumps up my arm.

"Be careful, Ens."

And then she was gone. I was outside by myself, finally. Finally alone with the fall breeze and the swaying strands of grass.

It was much brighter out, so the outlines were more distinctive than they were when I was inside.

I walked through the town, passing by people and shops. I did not know where I was going to go. I just wanted to ~~see~~ feel more than I do when I am inside.

My legs led me to the factory part of the district. Than my vision went completely black. No outlines anymore. Just a void of darkness clouding my vision like a blanket had been wrapped over my eyes.

I ran and traced my fingers along a wall to get a footing of where I am. Then I smelled it. It smelled like smoke. I am using an educated guess to say that the pollution roamed the air and created a barrier over the sun, blocking light coming through.

Then my hands traced over emptiness. Just air.

Must be a door.

So I walk in. Then I hear a voice.

"Are you looking for something?"

It sounded like a male, muscular maybe? I didn't know what to say to him.

"The smoke clouded my vision. I couldn't see and it led me here."

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eyes open (fuzzy) Oct 22, 2017 1:55:10 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Oct 22, 2017 1:55:10 GMT -5

Bolt Jewel
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I probably should have just given up at this point, but my pride wouldn’t let me. Pride was something that I was sure was going to get me killed. Whether it be because I don’t want to listen to someone, or I wanted to prove something to someone, I was sure that if I had to pick the one thing that would be my undoing, it would be just that. I tried hard to bite it down, sometimes so hard that I felt like I could have drawn blood from the pressure, but it never worked. It always got the best of me at the end of the day, and I hated it. That was why I didn’t want to stop tinkering with this new toy I was working on. I knew I could have figured out how to fix it. I knew that I could probably just take it apart again, and then rebuild it in under an hour. I could take it apart and get under everything to see what the problem was. I could single some things out, because maybe it did have a little too much going on in it. Maybe I was just blind at seeing how much I was in over my head.

Maybe I just needed to give up.

Give up though wasn’t in my vocab. I didn’t give up. I didn’t take things for granted and I definitely had a hard time taking peoples help because I knew I could do it by myself. Myself was the only person I trusted after all, and while I had two very smart and capable sisters to help me in any of my endeavors, I knew better. I knew that they would look at my project and wince at the idea of what I was doing. Inventions were my bread and butter while engineering was lightning’s, and plants were monsoons. We all had our differences that made us unique. We all had something different to bring to the table, and while I would always appreciate that, I knew that they couldn’t help me with a lot. Hell, I barely saw Lightning half the time, and Monsoon was always off doing something other than hanging around me.

I didn’t mind it though. I enjoyed being alone with my work, and sometimes, it made me want to work harder to finish even more. Sometimes I made a game out of it, and while I failed at achieving my goal, there were times when I did. Those were the times that I let my pride come out a bit more than usual. My dad told me that I wasn’t like normal people. Most people in three invented one or two things in their lifetime, but I was on my way to my tenth invention. Of course, most of them weren’t really shown off to the public because I just didn’t feel like selling my work, but sometimes I had too. I had to show it to someone so we could make a little bit of money off it. I hated seeing something I created being used for profit, but at the same time, I understood that we had to eat. We had to keep ourselves alive, and if that meant I had to sacrifice my work for the greater good, then I thought it was worth it. A human life was always worth more than a machine any day of the week anyway.

So I looked at what I was working on and decided that I needed to take it apart. I needed to get in there and see what was going on inside rather than try to shift a couple things around from the outside and hope that would fix it. I knew that it was going to be tedious work, but in the end, I would feel great about finishing something. So I worked quickly to pull the whole thing apart in a record speed. I placed each part of the machine on the side and laid them out on the mat that I was working on. The water looked blue when I finally took a moment break my gaze. However, I did notice the pungent smell of smoke coming from the circuit board. That’s where the problem was lying. I needed to tinker with it. However, when I picked it up, the smell of smoke escaped into my nose and made me wince on contact. I hated the smell of a deep smoke that could have probably triggered an asthma attack. I had to put it down for a moment and just let it cool down before I could even work with it again. I looked out into the lake and wondered what it was like to be a fish for a couple moments until I noticed the girl that seemed to be wondering aimlessly around.

She seemed like she was lost, but I couldn’t really tell because she seemed like she was confident in her steps. It was like she was led here by some sort of blind faith. However, she also seemed like she was disturbed in some way. Maybe she smelt the smoke and thought someone was burning something in the district? Though I don’t know how it could have led someone here because there wasn’t any thick cloud around me. Hell, even the smell wasn’t that strong. So unless the girl had super smell, there must have been something else going on her. I sighed for a moment, letting the air cleanse the overheated circuit board.

“Clouded your vision? But, there isn’t any opacity to it?” I said, confused. I took a second to examine the girl and to be honest, she seemed like she was harmless. She also seemed like she was lost. Not many people roamed around these parts of the district, and so seeing her here surprised me to say the least. Until it clicked in my head. She must have been blind.

I didn’t see it much in the district, but I knew that it did happen from time to time. I didn’t know how to react though, so I decided that maybe it was best to move closer towards her.

However, I didn’t want to freak her out.

I wasn’t sure what to do here.

“Are…” I tapered off, knowing that what I was going to say was probably going to sound rude. “Are you blind miss?” I asked it though because I knew then I would have a way to approach this without worrying about stepping on anyone’s toes.

The last thing I needed to do anyway is offend someone.

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