a place ill always go [skylar + mo]

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a place ill always go [skylar + mo] Jun 7, 2019 23:38:30 GMT -5

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Post by lee on Jun 7, 2019 23:38:30 GMT -5

// theo kayne

for years, the kayne family had lived on this plot of land. it was a simple quaint cottage before the outskirts of district seven, one that many knew marked the beginnings of the deeper woods. and just as they had lived on this land for many years, theo had spent many years exploring these woods. so much so that she had discovered and eventually memorized the path to a small clearing near The Fence, the same clearing that she had buried her worms all those years ago and the same clearing that she went to after every reaping.

the reaping this year was the same as every year. theo had stood in the herd of girls her age, black hair and pale skin looking out of place as they always did in a district full of brown hair and olive-toned flesh. the boy on the stage this year kind of looked like tamsin, something that both shocked and sickened her. how easily that could have been either one of them, and how easily they would have died in this years' arena. the thought made her nauseous.

pushing past the brush that surrounded the clearing, theo made her way to her favorite tree, plopping her small body right under it. for a few moments, she felt alone, something welcoming in a time where you never really knew who was watching. but slowly, the feeling of being watched came back, but not because of any capital drones flying overhead or peacekeepers patrolling this part of the woods. (theo knew that peacekeepers didn't like this part of the woods, called it haunted or something to that effect.) no, this was a more palpable sort of watching, someone who didn't mean to and didn't have any authority to but was doing it anyways.

a rustle from the woods announced their entrance. "hello?" theo called slightly above her normal voice level, which was to say, still not very loud. "i don't mean you any harm."

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a place ill always go [skylar + mo] Jun 8, 2019 23:28:28 GMT -5

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Post by Skylar on Jun 8, 2019 23:28:28 GMT -5

Mom had gotten a cold. That's what happened whenever you continually worked yourself in the grips of District 7's forest without taking care of yourself first. Perhaps it was her older age... maybe her immune system wasn't as strong, but she wasn't feeling too well at the moment. Mo was worried about this, and he didn't deal well with worry. He preferred isolation to sort out his thoughts, which led him to the thick of the forest. There'd been a misting this morning, but the temperature levels and the dryness of the last week hadn't yielded any fungal harvests... Mo's bag hung empty near his side. The sun hung high in the sky but, for once, it wasn't blistering hot. Although the humidity remained and there was a bead of sweat on his brow, the day was overall pleasant. This was his happy place, thick in the woods of District 7.

In fact, his mind was so caught up on the week's recent events... with the Reaping (thankfully all of the Gills were safe) to his mother being sick that he failed to even keep up with where he was. He was quite comfortable in the grips of the trees, which was not at all uncommon for the people of 7. The roots seemed to be born with each Citizen, and especially in the prior weeks with all of the rainfall, Morel had been in the midst of it for quite a while.

But, the trees weren't lifting his spirits. None of this was fair. He had plenty to be thankful for but that's not how human nature works. He was not happy with his current situation, exacerbated by all of the bickering he'd been having with his brothers. Simple sibling stuff. He wondered along, the woods getting thicker with each step. His mind was stuck on the future of his mother... he had a constant sense of doubt and worry. There wasn't much that could be done to help her except hope for the best. So that's what he did. And then he heard a voice.

"Hello? I don't mean you any harm." Suddenly, Mo snapped back to reality. How far had he gone? He had a moment of self-realization and immediately wanted to turn back, but instead, he found himself replying, "I don't mean you any either. Just taking a walk." He continued on, eventually finding a clearing where he found a girl sitting underneath a tree. He nodded his head, his brows still furrowed. This wasn't the ideal situation but maybe it'd help him get his mind off things. "Having a poor day too, then?"

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a place ill always go [skylar + mo] Jun 14, 2019 19:56:35 GMT -5

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Post by lee on Jun 14, 2019 19:56:35 GMT -5

// theo kayne

the sound from the woods was quickly followed by a person -- no, a boy. a boy her age, maybe slightly older, still young enough to be reaped. he looked like a good majority of district seven. dark hair, dark eyes, sharp jaw. when he spoke, it was soft, something rather jarring as theo was used to her brother's obnoxious voice.

having a poor day too, then? his voice snapped her out of her reverie, eyes darting from the boy's face to the patch of grass she had been picking at previously. theo could almost laugh at that question. most of her days were poor, either spent in her room or at the market, listening and learning about the lives of those richer and more vain than her. the only time her days were at least interesting were ones like today, where she could sit in the comfort of the woods and the bugs and the animals with no one to stop her or criticize her. and of course, there were reaping days, but those had become less terrifying and more heartbreaking.

"i suppose you could say that." theo drawled, staring up into the branches and oblivion above her. once, there had been a nest of robins in this part of the woods, but she guessed the capitol killed them too. "what is your day so poor for?" she wondered aloud, eyes still glued to the sky.

she wondered, this time to herself, if this boy recognized her. most people in this part of the district did, in one way or another. either as thomas kayne's daughter or tamsin's sister or evanora kenzo's disappointment. theo was never known as herself, and the part of her that wasn't bitter about that fact relished in the fact that no one really knew anything about her. but nevertheless, she knew that she knew him. not very well, but enough so that she could put a name to a face. this was one of the gill children, the same gill children that shared her class every year, the same gill children that she had never seen go up on the stage during a reaping.

"is it your siblings? my sibling has always been a pain."

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a place ill always go [skylar + mo] Jun 16, 2019 18:26:53 GMT -5

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Post by Skylar on Jun 16, 2019 18:26:53 GMT -5

mo gill

This girl seemed familiar. Mo stepped into the clearing a bit and shifted his bag further behind him. He pondered over where he'd seen her before or if they'd ever spoken... but nothing was immediately coming to mine. Maybe it was the immediacy of the moment, and after all, a lot of people in District 7 looked alike, but she didn't look like the rest of District 7. Mo was actually struck by her quiet beauty, and immediately felt under=prepared. There wasn't a name that Mo could recall for the girl, and normally Mo could remember names, but she was drawing a blank. Had this girl taken a walk, too? Mo tried to recall a time he'd ever come to this spot before, but couldn't. Its atmosphere was unfamiliar, and Mo did his best to adjust quickly.

The girl looked above her, seeming to be a lot more comfortable here than Mo currently was. An overwhelming sense of invasion washed over Mo. He'd been trying to escape his recent woes, and from the sound of it, maybe she had been too. And here he was, in the middle of her escape from the grips of Panem. Mo, assuming that his observations were correct, was grateful that there were some parts of his life that Capitol could never take away from him. And nature was at the top of the list. And unfortunately, family wasn't on the list. There was no guarantee he'd have them forever.

"I suppose you could say that," the girl replied. It wasn't as obviously grumpy of a mood as much as Mr. Grumps Mo first let on, and especially after meeting her gaze, he didn't seem too upset either way. Pretty girls were always a way straight to his 16 year old heart. Chanterelle always seemed to have good luck with the girls. At least, he boasted he always had a girlfriend, although Mo never really saw much of them.

Which, in fact, was one of the reasons he'd been so sour. Chanty had been a completely dick recently, flaunting and acting pompous and holier than thou in the midst of the rest of the Gill family. It didn't seem like Mo's brother had any care that his mother was sick, and little Cremini, although the most sensitive of the Gill boys, did not exactly have the capabilities to care for their mother. And dad continued to work, blistering his hands day after day. His palm was virtually a large callous from holding the handle of the axe, chopping away at lumber tirelessly to bring enough money home to the household to stay afloat and, to the best of his ability, stay satisfied.

Mo stood in place a bit, frozen by the pressure of having to talk to someone whenever he hadn't expected to. The sun beamed down on him overhead in the small circle in the middle of the forest. The forest out here was pretty thick and he wondered what the girl was doing out here... but after all, it seemed like she'd seen this place more than Mo had. "What is your day so poor for?" she added, surprising the Gill boy by her sudden interest in his circumstance, "Is it your siblings? My sibling has always been a pain."

His dark, bushy eyebrows rose a few centimeters. The whites of his eyes were more prevalent after the girl asked that, shocked by the suddenly similarity. "Yes, honestly. Stupid brothers."

Mo wasn't sure which way to handle this situation, but he didn't necessarily see it fit to turn on his heel and leave. There was a clear goodness to the girl that Mo was receptive to, and he felt inclined that they could have a natural common ground. "Just had to take a walk to get away from the house a little bit. Didn't mean to sneak up on you," Mo added. "Come here often?"