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Post by odin rox saveshoot on Apr 15, 2012 8:32:18 GMT
It was the fourth year for the boy to dread this day. Odin Rox Saveshoot was in no way looking forward to the standing in an enclosed pen with hundreds of other helpless children, his antisocial and claustrophobic nature was overwhelming in such situations. He shuddered, imagining the tight quarters. He lazily gets out of his bed, exiting the small bedroom into the hallway. He walked silently to the kitchen, where he listened for his father's voice. When his father was drunk, he typically yelled. When he wasn't it was a constant ranting when the boy wasn't in his sight. Odin heard neither, but heard a gentle humming sound that he knew to be his mother.
"Hello, Odin," she greeted without looking up from the eggs she was frying. Odin squinted, walking up to her, and sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, his knees brought up to his chest. He said nothing.
The tall, thin woman walked to the table, setting down a plate and pouring a pan full of scrambled eggs on top of it. He stared at it for a second, and the woman sighed before going back to cooking. She had never been pleased with her son's mentality, he never seemed involved in the situation at hand. Unlike his father, she accepted that he was gay; her problem lay with the boys obvious lack of interest in people in general, especially her and her husband, for reasons that were as clear as day. But still she tried, with no reciprocation from the boy. She watched with mixed feelings as the boy ate the eggs quickly.
A door opened, and a slurred voice rang from the same direction. Odin stood, eyes wide, and handed the empty plate to his mother. A man stumbled in, pointing at the sixteen year old. An indistinguishable string of words passed his lips, before he walked closer and threw a punch at the blond haired boy, who dodged it, stumbling away. The man continued to slur insults as Odin's mother gasped with her hands over her mouth, the smell of burning eggs wafting through the room. The boy made to run to the front door, but he was pushed to the ground by the older man, who he felt reach up to the counter. Odin clenched his eyes closed, and suddenly felt a sharp pain on his cheek. A knife, he suspected, as he knew the feeling of blade on skin well from his father and himself. He felt the blade lift and drop four separate times, before feeling the man's weight lift off of him.
"One for every year you've been safe from the Games, little boy," Feeling the weight off of him, Odin opened his eyes, only to feel a punch connect in his eye socket. He heard footsteps a moment later and attempted to open his eye again. The left was swelling already, he could feel it, and settled for the right alone. He got up and headed for the bathroom after hearing the door slam and the rambling stop.
He looked in the mirror, only to see four shallow cuts on his right cheek and a bruise already beginning to form over his left eye. He sighed, knowing that his current state was not a good look for public, but the only care was that it would make people stare. He didn't like being stared at. It made him feel trapped.
He washed the cuts and locked the door, showering quickly. When finished, he opened the door carefully to listen. Hearing nothing he walked to his bedroom. He dropped his towel and inspected his torso, a set of scars that lay there reminding him of this time two years ago. His father had gotten drunk that day too, and rewarded his son by taking tessera that the family in no way needed, and then cutting one jagged mark into the boy's hip for each entry he would have in the years death sentence. Since then his mother said she wouldn't let him drink the day of or before the reaping, but obviously she had failed. Odin picked a shirt from his closet, a black and grey long sleeved shirt, and a pair of baggy black pants. He threw them on and then listened again, hearing nothing from the rest of his house. He walked out of his room, past his mother, and out the door. His hand came up to his face for a moment, and touched the wound on his cheek, sending a new streak of pain through him. He looked at his fingers to see if the cuts were still bleeding, and saw red. He sighed, and wiped the blood on his pants, sticking his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk away from his so-called home, set on wandering around the neighborhood before heading to the square for the reaping.
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Post by venus emily summers on Apr 16, 2012 2:57:06 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]WE LOST IT ALL  WORDS 1285 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN, ODIN Venus didn't dare look at the food before her, it's smell taunting her stomach. She wasn't exactly too sure what time it was but she was really sue that it was too early in the morning for food. It wasn't a big deal anyway, her body had adapted to being hungry for her sisters sake. She couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of them, their presence was always soothing, calming every nerve that threatened to burst. She didn't know how they managed it but was grateful for their distractions. She was pretty sure both of them were getting ready for the reaping. Her mother's presence clearly busy as the sounds of moaning could be heard from where she sat at the kitchen table. Her fists clenched instinctively, she had no one around her currently, her nerves threatening to lead Venus to violence. She couldn't let herself slip, the knew violence was a one way journey that she did not want to experience because of her mothers stupidity. Adultery was the reason she was lonely. She didn't know to be grateful because of her birth or be bitter towards her mother sleeving herself out to any man willing to pay. Venus clenched her teeth, she had to leave now.
Venus grabbed her belongings as fast as she could, not wanting to witness any more dirty noises. Reaching for her good knife she plastered on a slight smirk. Any man would be an idiot to try and get in her way today, especially the man in the next room. All she had to do was bust through the door, his death would be painless and quick. Venus took a deep breath as she let her hand linger on the stainless steel blade a little longer than necessary. The man's death could be enjoyable but she resisted the urge. It would only taint her families name even farther to have a prostitute and a murderer in the same household. She put her knife in her belt before storming out of the house, he day already ruined by her oh so grateful mother. Venus could tell it was slightly chilly outside but she didn't care, she was wearing clothes that she usually only saved for work, hence why she was wearing them. She knew she didn't have long to savour her alone time and test her luck but every opportunity to provide for her family was necessary, even if it meant she would be working the night shift tonight. Besides, Venus had a good three hours to kill before she had to be at the factory. Venus turned so she was flanking the side of the house, clearly having done it millions of times in the past. Her blonde hair sailed gently in the wind, her feather necklace given to her by her mother to help allure men, she wore it as a joke if anything. She would not spend so much money on a luxury item since money was already tight. She liked how it dangled in the wind, moving with the shifts in the wind, the silver necklace containing several beautiful feathers, apparently Venus was too hostile to try and seduce a man without it, like she would want to seduce anyone to begin with. It didn't matter, her co workers had quickly learned not to talk to her very much. People required to much effort and sugar coating that Venus was not comfortable with.
Venus paused once she reached the weather vain of the house, pushing her saddlebag to the side of her body so it would not get caught on her climb up. She grabbed the first metal pole starting her upward journey to the roof of her house. She reached the roof of her house in a matter of seconds, she didn't waste time as she walked to the chimney and plopped her bag on the edge of it. The wind was stronger atop the roof, her blond hair flowing gently in the breeze. The skies were flecked with clouds which seemed to reflect the light around them. This gave the clouds an interesting glow to them as the white clouds continued to shift in the passing winds. She should probably keep her eyes out towards the skies looking for her salvation but she was too busy enjoying the peaceful quite that district five had during dawn. The sun seemed liked it was trying to shine its brilliance onto the district but so far to no avail.
Maybe her mother hadn't ruined her day, maybe she had just gotten to a rocky start. She had bathed the night before so she could still smell the soap that clung to her body, the knew the reaping was sometime soon but she was still unsure what she would do. She needed to stop getting used to the luxuries of her household. She would not live in the house forever, in fact she would not live forever. She did not want to waste her life on pointless things. The sweet smelling soap was probably more expensive then the regular kind that she usually purchased but she knew it made her sister happy. In all honesty she loved making her sisters happy but Venus had no idea for how much longer she could support them. Venus had enough trouble getting a job let alone her sisters, she had to literally bargain her way into her current position. Her sisters were to kind, they would not last long by themselves. Venus clutched the knife in her hand, she remembered the times of unemployment. The sisters had depended on her mother, something Venus would never do again. She would not let herself depend on such a worthless waste of life. She refused to resort to such weakness. Her strength was not only in her words but held together by her sisters. She could not live with them forever, a cold fact that seemed to creep up on her.
Venus knew the chances she would ever move out were slim but a large possibility that was suppose to happen. She doubted anyone would try to court the daughter of a prostitute, most people would try to pay her for a good time instead of try and impress her; not like she would be impressed anyway. Her sisters would move out before her, it was a fact she had come to terms with. No one was good enough for her, she probably wasn't good enough for anyone either so it didn't matter. Funny how the world could always find a way to make things even. Not fair, but even. Venus bit her lip as she set her eyes upon the sky once more. She would not contemplate her future for much longer, it was a depressing topic she tried to avoid. Venus was pretty sure today was a bad day after all since the skies seemed to be empty except for the stray clouds. The reaping was only a clear signal of the days offerings of suffering. Venus blinked slightly as she spotted a blonde head roaming the streets, most families stayed inside before the reaping. Pray to something, pretend everything was okay and then possibly have a decent meal but this boy seemed to be roaming alone. Venus smiled slightly, he seemed alright in her books, his darkening eye clearly giving him brownie points. She stood atop the rooftop hiding from her own family as she watched the boy from her vantage point. He would spot her eventually, She was in no mood to strike up the conversation first. Hopefully he was too scared about the reaping to actually notice her but the odds were never in her favor.
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Post by odin rox saveshoot on Apr 16, 2012 21:16:38 GMT
Odin walked aimlessly for the most part, as he typically did after or during bad days. He kicked a rock through the empty street, most people indoors or still sleeping. He sighed, then raised his glance to the sky, but caught a glance of yellow. It was slightly blurring thanks to his mildly dull vision, but visible none the less. He squinted, making out the form of a girl on the rooftop. In the way that people always told him was polite, he raised a hand to say hello to the girl, who he figured might not have even seen him yet, since he couldn't quite see clearly enough to notice where her eyes were looking.
Slowly, he walked in the direction of her perch. He was curious about why she was out here rather than inside her house with family or still sleeping and free of the dread of the reaping for a few more minutes or hours. There was a little dread at the thought of confrontation, but for once his curiosity overwhelmed the impatience and hatred for other people. As he got closer his neck craned to see her, and the sun shone in his eyes. He shielded his them with a palm, careful not to aggravate the rapidly bruising skin over the left side. He said nothing, coming to a halt a few feet away from the side of the house she had perched atop.
He wondered if her presence out here was due to a worry about the reaping, or something else. Odin wasn't worried, there was little chance his name would be drawn since his drunk of a father had not had the idea to put multiple extra entries against his son this year. The boy just needed to get away from his family, who would provide no comfort anyway.
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Post by venus emily summers on Apr 18, 2012 2:02:22 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]WE LOST IT ALL WORDS 1007 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN, ODIN Venus sat on the rooftop with the wind gently tossing her hair askew across her face. She couldn't help but let her mind wander about the light haired boy, he seemed off to her. Venus scanned him with her grey eyes trying to find the source of her discomfort. He set her off somehow, the reaping was later today but yet he strolled the streets like he would rather spend his time alone. In a couple hours his name might be read and the death sentence would begin from the moment the escort brushed his piece of paper. Venus couldn't help but brush her hair out of her face slightly, her view being obstructed by her golden hair. The boy made Venus shiver slightly, she could feel the mood radiating from him as even the way he walked seemed to display his obvious pain. Venus sometimes saw it around the district when an accident would happen and the faces of loved ones was clearly reflecting such pain. She tilted her head to the side slightly, such emotion pain should have been left privately, the roads of district five were no place for such hardened emotions.
Venus visibly flinched when his gaze was directed at herself. Venus didn't stop herself from continuing from analyzing every detail, the ripple of muscle the threatened to bulge from his shirt, the way his blue eyes seemed to scream out in emotion pain and suffering. There was an odd coldness that she hadn't expected, most pain was visible, true strength could be proven from the ability to hide ones weaknesses. He was almost unfazed by something, she could see traces from the way he slumped his shoulders slightly and the way he held himself in almost a defeated way. Venus felt herself lean forward carefully, the outline of some swelling could be seen from her distance.
A black eye.
Venus smirked slightly as she was dumbfounded by his presentation. How could such a charming man carry so much baggage? Venus knew what life could do to someone who didn't have the bitter fortune of living in the capitol. Venus' stomach gave a small rumble, a constant reminder that her job in district five was never truly done. As long as her sisters never knew what hungry felt like Venus was content. This boy did not seem content from her view. The slight wave Venus received made Venus sigh slightly in frustration. He was beginning to give her a headache, and he had yet to open his mouth. Unfortunately she figured he would bless her with his company which she found oddly incising. He presented a challenge that Venus couldn't help but rise to the challenge for. An opportunity to give Venus a fresh break from her current mood of sulking and deep thought she was trying to ignore. Self pity was an unattractive trait Venus didn't have the luxury of feeling. The boy was mysterious, and was hard to put under her judgement. He seemed to be a mixture of many things that she was having trouble identifying.
She was pretty sure she had seen him before, possibly when Venus used to go to school but her memory wasn't concerned with such medial things at the current moment. In a bold attempt at accepting the challenge he offered Venus, she rose an arm and gave him a slight wave. She didn't dare speak first, she didn't know what her mouth was capable of producing given her current mood. She didn't want to scare him away with her sharp tung before she had a chance to give him the honor of being deemed not worthy of Venus' fragile time. She didn't know why he struck her so, he just seemed interesting. It was a nice change from the dull excuse for news in the district. There was only so much ordinary one girl could handle. She considered climbing down from her perch but decided that she liked her current vantage point better, the high view making her feel the illusion of strength.
She didn't know why but she could feel herself pulled to the allure of strength. She knew it was a sadistic primitive urge but she couldn't help but be attracted to it. It wasn't the form of allure one would think but Venus couldn't deny her attraction to power. She was incapable of being power hungry, it took real strength to relinquish power, a strength she religiously withheld for her sisters. She would allow herself to starve before her sisters could even feel the hints of hunger. This boy was just a small drink to quench her curiosity. The factory provided no room to prove her strength or even satisfy her catlike curiosity of others. Most people could be read like an open book, a quick glance and a judgement could be made. This boy was merely a climax within that very bland book, the spark that still retained her interest would fade once she could muster up a judgement. Venus gave him a small smirk as she let her hand fall by her side once more.
She knew she was allured to power. It wasn't the strength but the fear of weakness that lead her to be strong. Such a young man showed the promise of the same fear, the bruise slowly taking shape on his face taking her interest. He seemed to have some form of gashes on his face but Venus withdrew her gaze. It was not her place to inquire about such things, even mentally. She would know, such a living environment should be personal and not pried upon. Her smirk faded slowly as she spoke without thinking first, a usual for Venus but probably a mistake. "I didn't realize doorknobs fought back?" A slight chuckle in her voice as she stared at his bruise. It was quite beautiful is she said so herself, a real good hit. It would leave a great mark for a bit, a shame it had to show such weakness.
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Post by odin rox saveshoot on Apr 18, 2012 2:49:54 GMT
Odin saw the girl wave, and raised his hand in a similar gesture, yet more akin to a salute than a friendly wave. Less kind, less personal. Formal and distant, the way he liked to portray himself. Obviously the girl had seen him, but made no sign of coming down from her seat on the roof. He would have smirked, had the movement not have been painful to the four wounds on his cheek that were clotting fast with beads of blood. He began to wonder whether any had run down his face in his journey through the residences of District five. His face did not change, no friendly smile or acknowledgement beyond eye contact.
"I didn't realize doorknobs fought back?" she said, chuckling. Odin simply looked at her, the corners of his lips turning up only the slightest bit. He took a moment to decide whether to respond with sarcasm or the truth, but the truth was something he rarely trusted anyone with. He didn't respond, instead taking a few steps towards the house, and took in the locations of all the metal poles and handholds. He began to climb, and eventually came up to the roof. He figured that if he was going to talk to this girl, he might as well be on the same level as her.
"Guess you aren't too perceptive then," he responded with the slightest sarcasm upon reaching the top, a smirking smile on his face. He stayed a reasonable distance away from the girl, not recognizing her from even this close up and not really intending to find out if her feelings towards strangers were particularly negative. He settled himself on the edge, a leg hanging over with the other up to his chest, hands curled around his knee and his body slumped over. He looked out over the district, wondering whether this would be his last day here. He tried to push the thought of the day from his head, and when it failed, he began to speak instead.
"Well, you've probably noticed why I'm wandering around on this fantastic day, so why are you sitting on a roof?" he asked, looking towards the girl at the end of the sentence. He wouldn't have asked if not for her jab at his problems, but he figured she owed him at least a sarcastic response. He waited for her answer to come, and then turned back to find his house in the distance. He found it by the very faint slam of a door, seeing his father waltzing around through the window in the front like he was the most important person in the world. Odin dragged a hand through his blond hair and turned back to the girl, attempting to push all thoughts of his parents from his mind.
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