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Post by Dune Wood on Jun 29, 2012 16:46:36 GMT -6
  Dune was breathing hard by the time he finally stopped, slumping against the jagged rock outcropping. The rocks scratched his bare back, making him wince at the pain, and causing his eyes to water. Dune’s head was pounding. He had no idea what he was doing in District Four, but he knew he shouldn’t be here. He should never be here. Dune was forbidden from ever being in District Four, lest his twin brother Layke see him. Dune had never understood why his parents had given him up, but kept his twin brother. Not that he thought he was better than Layke, nor was he ungrateful to the Sparks for taking him in, he just wish he’d gotten to grow up with his twin brother, instead of all this secrecy.
His breath came in shallow pants as he tried to slow his heart rate, and to collect his thoughts. Dune couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here, or why he was half naked, or most of the previous night, for that matter. He vaguely remembered stopping by a party back in One. Dune was sort of a hot commodity when it came to the luxury district’s nightlife. After all, he was the son of the District Mayor, and he had his guitar. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him, but since Samantha died, Dune was done with women....until recently. He’d met a girl in District Three, Copper, that interested him. She was the first person in a long time to hold his interest.
Bits and pieces of the night before came to Dune in flashes, each one causing his head to throb more than the last, but his memory didn’t pick back up until a few hours ago. He’d been wandering around District Four in the watery, grey light of dawn, with no purpose and no idea how he’d gotten there. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of shorts, which fit his waist very loosely. This was nothing like his usual style of dress, and he suddenly wondered if that punch he’d drank last night was spiked. His shades were gone, exposing his eyes to the world, and his ring was missing. That ring meant the world to Dune, as it was the one connection to his birth mother that he still had left.
And then everything had fallen apart when he walked into the one person in all of Panem that he had to avoid: his twin brother Layke. The identical twins had stared at each other for a moment, and then Dune had taken off running. He hadn’t stopped until his legs burned and it hurt to breathe, and then he ran some more. Anything to get him away from Layke. He hoped his brother hadn’t followed him, and paused to breathe, leaving him in his current location: the rocks at the water’s edge, shards of stone jabbing into his back. He ran his hands through his sweat slicked hair, and then he heard the crunching of stones behind him.
Fearing that Layke had followed, Dune jumped up, looking for a place from which he could see, but not be seen. He felt bad for lurking around like he was, and resolved to never go to another one of Brilliant’s parties. From where he was hiding, Dune could see someone working their way down the beach, but he couldn’t tell if it was Layke or not. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon now, casting pinks and purples and blues over the sky. It would’ve been a breathtaking sight, if Dune currently wasn’t scared shitless.
“Shit...” He muttered, as the person on the beach made their way closer to where he was.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 617
Tags: OPEN TO ANYONE.
Music: Les Miserables Soundtrack
Lyrics: Pop Goes The Camera - Adam Lambert
Notes: So...this is a little idea of mine, and is technically one half of the story. The other half is in "Double Trouble: Layke". |
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Post by Roshni Fawad on Jul 3, 2012 20:05:44 GMT -6
 
Roshni hated traveling. She didn’t care much for what was outside the walls of her district. If she had had the choice, she would have stayed back and watched the shop for her mother and auntie. That, of course, wasn’t an option.
After the Capitol had fallen and travel had been allowed in the districts, her mother and her mother’s sister had been dying to go a see other places. She didn’t want to go. No matter how hard the pair tried, she would not change her mind. She would not go.
Willingly, at least. After they try tried every manner of persuasion, Roshni’s mother demanded she go. At first, she refused, but after some begging, and some pleading, and some yelling, she gave in. And now she regretted it.
They were hardly 3 days into their ‘holiday’ and already she felt homesick. Not only that, but she was desperately in need of some time alone. Her auntie had been the most disappointed at her asking to be alone. Roshni had almost stayed with them because of her. But, for one, she stuck to her guns and left.
It had taken her a while to find a nice spot to stay and think and relax. Finally, she settled with the sandy beach. The crashing of the water reminded her of her hideaway. The briny ocean smell and the hot, unpleasant sand broke the illusion.
Under her arm was a book she’d brought with her. It was a worn thing. The spine was falling away; the pages were well thumbed and dog –eared and the coloured paper covering the cardboard cover was peeling away.
She walked along the beach, looking for a place to sit. A large rock would do, or better yet, a bench. Back by the waterfall, there was a fallen tree right by the water she normally perched herself on. There was no such thing here.
By now, she was considering giving up and finding some other place to relax. But then… No other place appealed so much to her. There was something about water that appealed to her. Maybe it was it’s cooling touch or the powerful, thundering roar or it’s blue, shimmering surface. Once or twice, Roshni wished for a moment she had pen and paper to write with, feeling inspired by the wild beauty.
Free. That’s how she felt watching it. Free. Unbound by rules, orders and her conscience.
The trance was broken. Roshni jumped. She had heard from somewhere a curse. She didn’t know exactly where she heard it from, as she hadn’t been paying attention. She nearly cursed herself, at her own stupidity.
Part of her was glad of the disturbance, the sun was sinking lower and lower, soon she would have to return back to where they were staying. She might as well start heading back. Her mother and auntie would make a fuss if she returned well after sundown. And Roshni hoped to be able to come back tomorrow.
As she walked she saw, for the first time, someone else on the beach. She also saw that as she walked, she would come to pass him. She bit her tongue, hoping he wouldn't talk to her went she passed. Back home, she would have chosen another route. Here, she would get hopelessly lost if she tried. This place was completely foreign to her.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 582 (I think)
Notes: Meh. Not bqad bur not brilliant either. That last paragraph bothers me very much...
Lyrics: Never Take Friendship Personal - Anberlin
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Post by Dune Wood on Jul 5, 2012 4:49:53 GMT -6
As the figure drew nearer, Dune could see that it wasn’t Layke, which was good. And it wasn’t anyone he recognized, which was even better. He knew all of his dad’s messengers and assistants, if not by name then by face, and the girl approaching him wasn’t one of them. The issue, though, was that while she may not be directly connected to his father, she may be connected to someone who knew him. Dune knew he was in trouble, because one, he’d gotten drunk, and two, he was in District Four. He didn’t know which one they’d kill him for first, but he was sure they were gonna punish him until the end of time.
Dune’s mother had expressly forbid Dune from consuming alcohol of any sort while he still lived with his parents, and his father had, at the request of his birth parents, forbidden Dune from even stepping foot in his birth District. And now here he was, hiding from his identical twin brother on one of District Four’s numerous beaches, with a major hangover. Dune pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, his skull still pounding with pain. Not only did he get drunk, he got drunk enough to have no idea what happened from arriving at the party to waking up wandering around District Four.
He could remember sitting in his room, fully clothed, strumming on his guitar when his mom had walked in, telling him that some girl or other was having a party and that Dune should go. Dune sighed, knowing if he didn’t go, he wouldn’t hear the end of it, so he’d gotten his glasses, put the guitar away, and left. He didn’t like taking the guitar to parties, because he didn’t like lugging it around in large groups of people, and had no idea when he’d be home. His parents never had a set time for Dune to be home, because he wasn’t out enough for that to be a problem.
So he’d gone to the party, mixed, mingled, caught up with a few friends from school, nothing major...and then...nothing. He couldn’t remember anything else, like where his shirt had gone, or where his shoes were, or how he’d lost his ring and glasses. And if his memory served, (not that Dune thought he could trust anything he remembered at this point), he’d been wearing pants when he’d gotten to the party. And now, here he was in a pair of loose shorts that was threatening to fall off his waist. Dune thought about using this as an excuse for his mom to never make him go to another party ever again, but then realized that he couldn’t very well tell his parents what had happened or where he’d been.
Obviously, the best course of action was to catch the first train back to District One, but moving from his hiding spot would put him in plain view of this mystery girl, and she’d seen him lurking around, so...a conversation, confrontation, or any sort of social interaction was the exact thing he wanted to avoid at the moment. However, he didn’t see much choice. Dune couldn’t exactly sit here and wait for the girl to disappear, that could take hours, which was time he didn’t have. Maybe he could slip by unseen. Somehow, though, Dune didn’t think that would quite work either. So he settled for just plunging right in and shoving his foot so far down his throat he’d choke on it, die, and not have to worry about anything anymore.
“Um....Hi....” he said, stepping out of his hiding place and waving at the girl.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 612
Tags: Roshni/Voimoi
Music: Whatever Pandora wanted to play
Notes: .....
Lyrics: Pop Goes The Camera - Adam Lambert |
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Post by Roshni Fawad on Jul 5, 2012 15:55:07 GMT -6
Roshni almost loosed a disappointed sigh as the boy greeted her as she tried to pass. She wondered why people would try to converse with someone they did not know. How did he know she wasn’t a treacherous rebel looking for some unknowing victim to throw into the Games? What was the point of striking up random conversations with people you didn’t know, anyways? Would it really be that hard to mind for them to mind their own business?
For a moment, she was tempted to simply ignore the greeting and move on, however, her mother hated it when she was ‘antisocial’ like that and forbid her from ever doing it. Not that she would know if Roshni did that now… After all, she wasn’t here. She would never find out, would she? A silent, inward battle erupted between what the woman wanted to do and what her conscience wanted her to do. Of course, her conscience won.
The thought crossed her mind that, if she had left earlier instead of staying to moon over the water, she would have avoided this situation entirely. This irritated her further and she figured she was probably the unluckiest person in Panem, at the moment. Then she changed her mind know this to be untrue.
‘Hello.’ She said, shortly, hoping this person would take a hint and move on. She had never been instructed to be friendly when she responded. Only to respond.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught slight of the trashing ocean water again and turned her head to see it better. It had a calming effect on her and took away a large chunk of her anxiety and displeasure. A hint of a smile adorned her lips
‘It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?’she muttered, though not meaning to. She tore her eyes from it, blushing slightly.
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Notes: My gosh! That was horrid! I am sooo sorry!
Lyrics: Never Take Friendship Personal - Anberlin
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Post by Dune Wood on Jul 17, 2012 19:59:00 GMT -6
By the way she greeted him, Dune could tell that she really didn’t want to talk to him either. That made things so much simpler for Dune. He’d be on his way, get out of here, pretend like last night and this morning never happened. And then she got distracted by the ocean. Dune turned towards it, understanding why she’d asked if it was beautiful. Dune rubbed a hand across his neck, suddenly feeling very, very insignificant being so near something so beautiful. This feeling would’ve surprised anyone else, considering Dune came from District One, but that was different. That was a fake, artificial beauty. Standing here, with this mysterious girl, staring at the ocean, that was all very, very real.
Dune suddenly felt a pang of envy towards Layke. He got to see this beauty every day. Something began to nip at the back of Dune’s mind. It was a thought he’d not allowed himself to think since he found out that he was actually half of a pair of twins. But now, in his weakened emotional state, he let the floodgates open, allowing the savage thoughts to take over his mind, filling him with hate and jealousy. Layke was the one that his parents kept. Layke was the one they wanted. Layke was the one that got to stay in District Four. Layke was the favorite. It was always Layke, Layke, Layke. What made his brother any better than him?
Hatred and jealousy were generally emotions that Dune didn’t like feeling, but now, with the adrenaline and everything coursing through his veins, it made him feel powerfull. Dune’s breathing became heavy, and he saw fire sweep across his vision. He almost let out a deep, throaty laugh, but amidst the haze of flames and rage burning at every fibre of his being, Dune caught sight of the ocean. He could still feel his anger burning at his body, using his hate and envy to fuel the flames. It burned him, caused him pain, but it was a good sort of pain, a pain that made him want to push harder.
But the sight of the ocean. Dune paused for a minute, as if he could feel the waves of the sea on his skin. The saltwater began to quench his anger, soothing his burning skin. Every imaginary wave that rolled onto his skin was like a rush of cooling relief, and it didn’t take long for Dune to clear his head. He hated feeling like that, because he knew that deep down, he could never hate Layke, never fault him for a decision their parents made. He loved his brother with everything he had, even if his brother had no idea who he was.
“So what brings you to District Four, anyway?” Dune said, without actually thinking about what he was doing. He was still lost in the sea, and rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. If he’d been paying attention, he would’ve known that his skin felt like it really was on fire. But he was lost in the waves and crests of the sea, marveling in the beauty that could be found outside the confines of the Capitol and District One. He was constantly surrounded by the circus sideshow that passed as fashion, so anything naturally beautiful, like the sea, or Copper, or.....No. He wouldn’t think about that. He’d finally just started to move on, he wasn’t going to allow himself to be dragged back into that.
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Tags: Roshni/Voimoi
Music: Glad You Came - The Wanted
Notes: WhatisthisIdon’teven
Lyrics: Pop Goes The Camera - Adam Lambert |
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Post by Roshni Fawad on Aug 18, 2012 9:49:58 GMT -6
Roshni looked down at the sand beneath her feet. She wondered for a brief second what the sand might feel like between her toes. Back home, there was a little sand mixed in with the silty soil by the lake, but it was almost always cold and muddy and squishy. This was warm and dry and surprisingly appealing. Had Roshni been by herself, she would have kicked off her shoes in a heartbeat, but she wasn't. She was stuck talking to this District 4 boy (or, at least, she assumed he was District 4) when she should be headed back to her mother and auntie.
He was much nicer company than the pair, which is why she didn't make more of a hurry. He talked less than them. The pair often reminded her of birds. Constantly squawking and fussing with no regard to anyone but themselves.
The thought made her smile a bit. He relatives would make very nice birds. Pretty colourful ones. She'd seen a picture once of a bird called a Parrot with feathers lite jewels. She heard that they, rather like the Jaberjay, could imitate human speech. Only a word or two, though. Other than that they, supposedly, made horrid squawking noises.
He thoughts were interrupted by the boy again. “So what brings you to District Four, anyway?” He'd said.
Roshni hesitated a bit before answering. "My mother wanted to take a holiday. She has been ever since the rebellion ended. My auntie suggested here, the thought it would be nice."
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