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ramifications (frankel/karl) May 2, 2020 2:38:14 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on May 2, 2020 2:38:14 GMT -5

N I N A ♥ H A R T

"World is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies"

I had never lost a patient before. I always knew that one day I would, that it was part of the job. The thought was always buried in the back of my mind, there but out of reach. I always thought that I would be a doctor by the time I did, that I would somehow be a lot older than I am now. It never really occurred to me that I would lose a patient so soon, so young. But it should have. I sat on a bench a few blocks away from the hospital, face buried in my shaking hands. The girl had only been young, a couple years older than myself. She had dark hair, and sun kissed skin. She had been in a critical condition when she arrived, unconscious and bleeding heavily. I remember the blood, I think I always will, the crimson liquid had drench her shirt, which soon ad drenched mine.

She had been a victim of the explosions.

Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We didn't yet know her name, no one having stepped forward and asking abut a girl who matched her description. What if no one did? What if this girl had died without a family, what if no one came forward to identify her? Would she die nameless? Unknown? The thought made me feel cold to the bone. It broke my heart to think that this girl had died and no one had cared about her enough to know, to realise that she was no longer around. I pull my long legs up towards my chest and wrap my arms around them, resting my chin on my knees. Darkness cloaked me, cloaked the district. Not a sound could be heard. It was dead quiet. I wasn't supposed to be out of my home. The district was in lock down and the only places I was allowed to be were home and the hospital. But after my shift I found that my feet didn't carry my home. I didn't want to be at home, I didn't want my father to coddle me and tell me everything was alright. That I had done a good job today and that I will be okay.

Because right now- I wasn't okay.

I was hurting. I didn't know how to deal with his, and I didn't want him tell me how I should deal with it. I wanted- needed- to figure it out on my own.

"I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child

Through the eyes of a child"

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ramifications (frankel/karl) May 9, 2020 9:01:20 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on May 9, 2020 9:01:20 GMT -5

KARL AMOS

I still go into work, despite it all. My boss says the laboratory is probably the safest place in District Six right now. Well he must have overlooked the explosive chemicals and flammable tools that we play with every day.

My brother has not even acknowledged the lockdown and the deadliest event to occur to the District since the annual hunger games rolls by each year. Each morning since, I have stepped over his paralytic body to get myself to work. The only time I hear is voice is when he mumbles when is dinner ready? whenever I return from my shift. At least I know where his priorities lie. His stomach and his addiction. I have tried so many times to wean him off the morphling but it just gets worse. Instead I must just feed it to him and hope some miracle brings a quick death or a sudden recovery. As the years have gone on, I have already prepared the funeral…

Today’s shift ends up closing at least three hours past my usual finish, my brother for sure will be bashing cutlery back home as his cravings begin to set in. There have been so few workers in the labs since the explosions, some were involved in them and others are too frightened to leave their house. There is no fear from me, just the added annoyance of working three people’s jobs. And I probably will not be getting a bonus in my next salary!

Of course, the shift ends just as the night-time curfew steps in. I have done my share of dodging peacekeepers under darkness, I will be get myself home without being spotted. I keep myself in the shadows, away from the streetlights. There is not a soul to be seen, not even a rat scurries across the roads. Just me and my effort to dodge the marching of keepers that can be heard in the distance.

Even in this stillness my eyes drag me towards the sight of another. Another daredevil skipping the rules, sat tight on one of the benches. They will not last long when the convoy that I can hear a few blocks to the west makes their way down this road. ”You do know there is a lockdown?” I say as I make my way over to the person on the bench. ”I’d take that seat but I am pretty sure the marching band is on their way. If you are out here trying to escape something…someone. There are lot safer places to cry away the pain.”

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ramifications (frankel/karl) May 18, 2020 3:09:16 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on May 18, 2020 3:09:16 GMT -5

N I N A ♥ H A R T

"World is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies"

Silent tears run down my cheeks. They land on the sleeve of my shirt, soaking into the warn fabric, leaving behind evidence of their presence. My eyes study the damp patches left behind, the tears welling in them blurring my vision. I have not allowed myself to cry for as long as I can remember. When was the last time I had allowed myself to feel this vulnerable? Taking a deep breath I shake myself, running a hand over my face, wiping away the evidence of my tears. I would not cry. This was part of my job. I knew this would be part of the job the moment I decided to follow father down this path. Death was something that I would have to get used to. Something that I would have to learn to compartmentalise, otherwise I would never succeed and become someone my father would be proud of.

Pull yourself together, Nina. I scold myself. You are better than this.

Taking a deep breath I pull my shoulders back, my eyes still glistening with unshed tears stares out before me. I clear my thoughts, pushing the girl into the back of my mind. Compartmentalise. Yes, I could do that. Well... I could try.

”You do know there is a lockdown?” The words belong to a man who could not be much older than myself, I note as I turn my head to the side slightly studying him. He had made me start slightly, not expecting to have run into someone at times like these. He continues on, warning me that peacekeepers are headed down this way. Suggesting that maybe here was not the best place for me to mull over the days events.

A retort forms behind my lips, but I pause before allowing it to slip past. He was right, of course. This was not exactly the time or place for me to grieve over the events of the day. But he was also wrong. I had no other place to go. I couldn't go home. I couldn't bare to hear my father tell me that it was going to be okay. I didn't want to have to listen to my father soften the blow, to treat me like the child he still see's me as, and not the woman I am growing up to be. He would not understand that I did not need him to be kind to me at the moment. I need him to talk to me like he might talk to his other interns. Remind them that this is what they are in for. That by taking this path they would walk and in hand with death.

Maybe I wasn't ready to walk the same path...

So for a moment I say nothing. I just turn back to stare out into the quiet district. I had never seen it so still before.

Then I turn back to him, my eyes studying his own carefully, "that may be true for many. But you see I have a dilemma. I don't have a anywhere else to go at the moment." Maybe I was being a little dramatic. Maybe this was my way of dealing with the idea that this girl would not be the only one who dies because I failed to save them.

"I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child

Through the eyes of a child"

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ramifications (frankel/karl) May 23, 2020 8:40:09 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on May 23, 2020 8:40:09 GMT -5

KARL AMOS

It is not every day I stumble into a damsel in distress, or maybe she is not. It is a sin for me to assume that just because she is a girl. There is one big damsel in distress in my house right now, and I call him my brother. Time feels like it is ticking by so quickly, each wasted second draws the hoard of peacekeepers that can be heard murmuring in the distance, getting closer to us. I have had my share of run ins with that army and tonight I do not have the energy to talk my way out of breaking curfew. There is no good excuse on Earth that will help me wiggle out of their grip tonight.

My brother was always good at untangling us from precarious situations. Except he is not here and is likely floating like a kite in his bedroom.

All I can do is wait behind the bench; an offer of a safe place has been given. If she does not accept then my guilty conscience can be wiped away. I at least tried. There is no harm in trying. I do not know the perfect place to go, other than home. So many adventures have been made on District Six’s streets in my past but growing old takes away the magic of it all. I do not feel like being a rule breaker tonight, I just want to be warm in my house with a beer in my hand and my stomach filled with the mince I plan to cook tonight.

"that may be true for many. But you see I have a dilemma. I don't have anywhere else to go at the moment." Nowhere to go. No place to belong. It sounds a little familiar.

”Well, there no time to lose.” I say, as I shove my hands deep into my jacket pockets. A sudden whip of a breeze plagues me with shivers across every inch of my body. ”I don’t know about you but the night is cold, I am just heading home to heat up a stew. You are more welcome to follow and get out of this cold and away from the keepers. It is only a few blocks away and I get us there without taking the roads.” I have never invited guests over before, hopefully my brother will not present himself tonight.

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ramifications (frankel/karl) May 28, 2020 7:33:41 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on May 28, 2020 7:33:41 GMT -5

N I N A H A R T

Hands shoved into pockets the boy tells me we lack time. Reminding me that peacekeepers lurk around the corner. They wouldn't care that I was a nurse, that I was only trying to get some air because death plagued my hands. They wouldn't care because they probably encouraged it. They probably wanted to see the citizens of district six suffer. And suffering they were. ”I don’t know about you but the night is cold, I am just heading home to heat up a stew. You are more welcome to follow and get out of this cold and away from the keepers. It is only a few blocks away and I get us there without taking the roads.”

I turn to face the boy once more, taking him in with fresh eyes. His offer was kind, and not one that I had expected. I do not know the boy, I didn't even know what to call him, or he me. And yet, here he was, offering his home to me, and a warm meal. Despite being total stranger. And the more I thought about, the more I realised that I wanted to take him up on the offer. I was never one to dive into something without much thought. I was not often one to be much of a risk taker. In fact, my mother had often told me, that I needed to try new things. To find courage to step outside of my comfort zone and to experience new things.

Be brave, She used to whisper in my ear, as she tucked me in, kissing my forehead. Be brave, my darling, have courage, she would smile, placing a gentle kiss on my nose. For you are so much stronger than you believe, A kiss on the chin.

I can be brave. So instead of turning the boy down, I find myself accepting his offer. "Thats very kind of you." I say as I climb to my feet, my hands dusting off my pants. "I think I might take you up on it- I mean, if you are sure that's okay. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

For the first time since leaving the hospital, I had not thought about the girl who had died. I had not seen the blood that soaked her clothes, that soaked my hands.

"I'm Nina, by the way. Nina Hart."