All I Wanted Was Some Bread (Open)

[Prim <3]

Kirby. It was way to hot for September, I thought as I walked briskly through the front doors of the bakery. The first thing that hit me were the scents. Freshly baked bread, chocolate, cookies, brownies, oh! My mouth watered as I made my way to the counter. Bread, I had to remind myself, just bread. If only I could help my hungry eyes that wandered to the glass display of decorative cookies and cakes. A low growl emerged from the pit of my stomach. My fingers clutched the brown leather pouch that held only enough money for a loaf of bread. Just bread. I whimpered softly to my self. I noticed there was no one behind the counter. My mouth open to call for someone, but then I remembered the sweet treat display.

Before I knew what I was doing, my nose was pressed up against the glass. Wow! They were so pretty, no, pretty isn't good enough. Gorgeous. They were like edible art, mini masterpieces. The cookies were the best, my favorite was iced a light lavender, then had a simple rose in the middle. Well, the rose wasn't really that "simple", more like delicate, fragile, beautiful. I imagined myself in a bakery, such as this, making gorgeous cakes and cute cookies. This thought made me giggle, of course.

Then A voice interrupted my fantasy,"HEY! What are you doing? If you are not going to buy something then GET OUT!!!" Ugh, Mr Shraider. The fat, pudgy guy that owns this place. He's always crabby, obviously. So I gave him the glare. The one that pretty much says shut up or I will seriously injure you. He immediately backed off. I glanced back at the cookies and sighed sadly. Bread, right. I walked up to the counter again, about to ask for bread when screams and sobs interrupted me. What's going on??

I spun around and sprinted out the door. I couldn't see anything, so I pushed through the crowd of sorrowful people. The crowd. The cries. The screams. The crack of..... something? Then I put the pieces together. This is a whipping I was witnessing. Since when are there whippings in District 2?

[alliancebreaker]

(ooc) Im not sure if you had something planned but im just gonna wing it.)

Titus Kasharm

Titus looked on with joy as the whipping of the boy that tried to break into a home at Victors Village.
Titus was perched upon the roof of the bakery. As he had been since he beat the boy into submission and brought him to the Peace Keepers. In exchange for turning the boy in the Peace Keepers forced the baker to give him a loaf of bread, which he slowly picked apart now. At the sound of an extraordinarly loud crack of the whip he accidently dropped the loaf of bread, watched it slide down the roof, fall, and hit the head of a girl leaving the bakery.

[Prim <3]

Kirby. Something light and fluffy plopped onto my head. I reached through brown curls to find a piece of.... bread? That's not weird at all. I look up to see that Titus kid sitting on the roof enjoying the whipping. Who enjoys a whipping? Oh wait, I do, and obviously Titus does too. I turn back around to the whipping, still going on. I didn't recognize the boy from anywhere in the district, so maybe he was a wanderer. I look back up at Titus and ask, "Hey you up on the roof!" He looked down with a mad expression on his face because I disturbed the little "show" he was watching contently. I don't care.

"Why is that guy getting' a whipping for?" I asked. He just stared at me with such an intensity that I had to just look away. What a meanie. Then some random chick behind me said, "He broke into an empty victor's house! The boy on the roof caught him, beat him till he was unconscious, then turned him in." She said this all in one breath and talked really fast. I had to struggle to keep up. I looked back to the whipping to see the boy unconscious, hanging from his wrists. Long cuts decorated his back, and blood poured out of them.

His condition amused me in that sick, twisted way. I giggled softly to myself. Then I remembered Titus sitting on the roof. I turned around and looked up to find him gone.