</Who. Would. Have. Thought?\> [Glitter]

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If you would have asked me what the most beautiful thing is, I would have said a book. Or Abby, my little sister. Or maybe even a flower, or a tree.

But not a girl.
No, Most definitely not a girl.

So, as usual, I'm walking down the main square of District Twelve, in the middle of the Seam. With my nose in a book, also like usual. I never go anywhere without one.

Sneaking a glance out of the overhang of my jet-black hair, I take in the image of the gorgeous autumn afternoon. Leaves swirl around in mixtures of greens, reds, and yellows. A slight breeze ruffles my hair, the pages of my book. It smells of a promised rain. Looking up, I notice the sky has suddenly taken on an ugly color of gray. My favorite type of weather. It's beautiful.

Just like the girl in my line of view.

She has Seam eyes, those beautiful gray eyes that mirror today's sky. They make me feel even more out of place in this world, with my bluish-green eyes. Her hair is straight and clean-looking, something you don't often find in District 12.

Her clothes. I love them. Golden boots. Paint-splattered jeans. Well-worn shirt. I hate how the other girls dress in this District. Where is dressing well going to get you in life? Nowhere, I say. She seems to not care what others think of her, and I admire that.

No. What am I thinking? I don't base relationhips off of looks.

After gawking for a moment, I realize I dropped my book. Stooping down to pick it up, I realize it's ruined and dirty. Why, why, WHY do I always drop my books when I see a girl? Dusting off the now-crumpled book, I gaze back again toward 'her.' And she's still standing there. What is she waiting for? Or rather, who? Surely she already has a guy in her life. It would never work out between us. Why would she want someone like I?

In a fit of frustration, I throw my book. Not an uncommon sight for me to throw a tantrum, but it is surprising to find me throwing a book on the ground. I never do that. Although I do ruin furniture in the house, but never books. I care too much for them.

I looked up once more to see if 'she' saw my little incident. And found her staring right at me.


OOC: I hope that this wasn't powerplaying for you. I'm not sure how much/little you prefer.

[peanutpie]

(The inside of Kalmia)


Kalmia Waxflower would at first be taken off as concieted. Why? Just the way she acted, she looked. She wouuld have a blank expresssion sometimes when another was talking to her, she was one of those people who stared at the shoulder behind the person, showing no intrest whatsoever in their speech.

Which is why, when Kalmia A. Waxflower was grabbing something she forgot at her house (probably her paper journal, or something little that she thought being late for school was worthy for)'

Sighing, she saw a boys book fall to the ground. It sort of sat there, its blue and white checkered cover probably being covered in seam-dust, some combonation of coal dust and dirt. Ich.

It would probably ruin the white shirt she wore. Then, she would have to go home and wash it, or put on a new shirt.

It was just not worh the hastle to pick it up.

Yet, Kalmia decided (grugingly) to say something to the boy. "Are you, angry about something?" She asked, her voice slightly cheerful, slightly ready-to-go, and a smidgen caring.

She was turning into her sewing teacher.

Another Ichk moment.

She looked at the boy, who seemed a bit meek, maybe even a bit pampered.

Just talk about the opposite of Kalmia.

Kalmia was sure that she was strong, very selfless (em, conciet is kicking in, you see?)

And she was sure they had opposite looks.

For one, she was a girl, he not a girl (well, maybe we should break out the gold medal award!)

Kalmia was pretty generic looking, she assumed. But in a pretty way.

This guy was lanky, fairly hansome, in perception.

"Kalmia. I am Kalmia." She said, trying to stay as far away from the book as possible.

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[My Powerplaying Rules arn't that much. I dont mind little things, like leading down a path. JUst dont make her light the seam on fire. lol]

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"Kalmia. I am Kalmia." She said suddenly. I had never heard her voice before, but somehow I knew it was her. So that was her name: Kalmia. I looked up, and saw a look of avoidence on her face. Clearly, she was trying her best to keep her distance from me. Or the book. Or both. Whichever it was, it hurt.

Being the social butterfly I was, I replied, "I-I-I'm Deklan." And then, even more awesome-like, I stuck out my hand for her to shake. God, what an idiot I was. Embarrassed, I quickly took it back and shoved it into my jeans pocket.

Quickly thinking of a conversation starter, I asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

[peanutpie]

Kalmia was not like other girls.

She was unable to be like other girls.

She was a narrccist. She could only think about herself.

But, still, she was very....

Judging.

She would walk around with her hand on her hip, a smirk on her mouth and her hair pulled into a bun at the back of her head.

Rolling her eyes, her mouth twisted into a sour pucker. "Why am I not at school?" The thought made her giggle. She didn't nessicarily NEED to go to school.

She'd end up like her Mother anyway. In a haze of armchairs and liquor, smoke wafting from the scent of her hair.

Of course, Kalmia would be better dressed than her Mother, but since she resembled her Mother to some degree, she could see the future in her face.

In all normality, Kalmia shot a glance and sighed. "And you care because...?"

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I raise my eyebrows in amusement as she asks me this question. She's very blunt, isn't she? But, in full honesty, why do I care? I've no reason to be talking to her. Just as she has no reason to talk to me. We're not going to be anything more than on a first-name basis.

But, for an odd reason, I have to get to know her more. So, I decide to trudge on and reply to her poison-tipped words.

"I care, because everyone should be in school."

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Kalmia smiled, and srt of strolled around her own boots. She smiled and said "No, not nessicarily. I NEVER go to school unless I please to." She snickered and then looked out to the horizon of the seam. The dust made the sun seem almost in a clouded state, swirling haphazardly around the sun in something of a circular fashion. It was faily unappealing to see it happening, but Kalmia just shrugged at the sun and loooked at her own boots. The ones she had spraypainted gold a year ago, now faded to a lackluster color of mucus.

Now, that was an icky thought to recall, but no mind. Miss Waxflower would probably be the only one to reconize that they were formerly gold. Their laces were turned to a grey, dilluted color and the soles were eaten away by the wear and tear of the district. The only thing that looked half decent on her anymore was the hair she had, but it was pulled away from her face today, in some form of ponytail.

But, she just cautiously put one boot over the other. "Why do you care?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

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"Why do you care," she asks.

Hmm. Why do I care? I know I keep asking myself this same question, but it seems to want to make a permanent home of my mind. It just won't let me be. And now I'm rambling to myself again.

I care because she seems like a nice person, and she's just the right girl for me. Even though at the moment the only things she's said to me have been rude, doesn't mean that that can't change one day.

"I care, because I think you seem like the type of girl I'd like to get to know more."

What had I just said? Did those words really just come out of my mouth? I am never that up-front with anybody. Anybody. Ever. So the fact that those words slipped from my mind and out of my mouth was completely incomprehensible. But it happened, and there's no going back now. I wouldn't even be surprised if she laughed at me.

[peanutpie]

Kalmia never usually took people seroiously. Which is why, when the words exited his mouth, she chuckled a bit, and rolled her eyes.

She was an intresting person, or at least in her mind. Kalmia absolutley enjoyed the comment he made. It was quite charming to a narccist.

To a normal person, it probably would of been creeper-van disturbing, with drugged candy and Mirabelle to match.

But to Kalmia, it was a boost to her self esteem that really was up there anyway.

A pleasant smile escaped her mouth, showing teeth. "True, I am pretty durn intresting."

God, Kalmia. Please don't be so......


Concieted.

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Mind still whirling as to why I had spoken my mind in the first place, I breath in and out deeply several times in order to keep myself from freaking out entirely. I'm attempting to keep myself under control on the outside, but in the outside I'm slowly but surely killing myself. Book still in the grasp of my left hand, I smooth my hair back with the other, feeling a slight layer of sweat form on my skin. It's not even warm outside, and I'm breaking out in a sweat. That's wonderful.

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Cause we're only human
Yes we are, only human
If it’s our only excuse do you think we’ll keep on being only human
Yes we are, yes we are
Only human, only human, only human
So far
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"True, I am pretty durn interesting."

Well, I was kind of expecting a conceited remark from her. That much I could give her; she was a narcissistic little thing. And I mean little. I take in her petite frame, and her outlandish, colorful outfit. She's original, and she's not afraid to express it. Nobody is bold enough to showcase their personality anymore. We've all been suffocated by the Capitol's ways, and their Games.

I have a feeling Kalmia is going to bolt soon if I don't say anything, and I definitely don't want to end the conversation on this note. I want to get to know her more, even if that means dealing with her attitude problems and her narcissistic ego.

"Kalmia, I'm just going to say this. I'm never this open with anyone, anyone, and the fact that you had me open up with one sentence from your mouth has me thinking that there's something special about you. Something that I need to find out more about. Could we take a walk?"

Lame. Now I'm a rambler, too? Soon you'll be telling me that books are boring. And we all know how much of a lie that is.

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[Kalmia honestly wasn't expecting a pleasing answer like that. Sure, she was a little bit shocked by the reply that flew off the tounge, but she wasn't horridly suprised either... Just a trait. She thought to herself, scheming in such a way that only Kalmias and their accomplices do. Kalmia didn't have an accomplice, heavans no, who could she trust to even stay with that? She mentally shook her head at herself. Of course, she was not trusting of many people.

Especially her mother. Kalmia had left the oatmeal she was going to eat on the counter and was quite concerned that her Mother would eat it. Fairly quickly, of course, because nothing else was in the house except for a packet of crackers and a can of seven year old soup. Of course, it was food, but very little. And the oatmeal had the last of the brown sugar in it, so it was sweet. Kalmia swore if her Mother ate the damn oatmeal....

Giving herself a mental "Ok Kalmia! :D" Smile in her head, she knew that killing was in option. And who would miss a demented alchoholic who probably had no purpose in life except to be crazy? Kalmia was sure that civilization would be quite happy to get rid of that leech to society.

Kalmia had once aquired leeches on her skin, and she didn't care for the feeling of them. She had tried to pull it off, and it left a horrid mark on her. She had tossed the leech across the room in such devestation, made the leech curl up into a ball and die. Kalmia had little to no compassion for the animal, so she just had left it to die in the corner of the room.

She didn't know if it still was. So, when she finally got the courage to mutter the words, she smiled and said pleasantly "Sure."

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I did not feel any sort of love for Kalmia. Love, in my opinion, is only truly felt when you can accept a person for all their faults, as well as their advantages. It is only felt in the mind and soul. Anything else is only lust. And right now, the only thing I felt for Kalmia was lust. I only based her off of her appearance, which is not like me.

Wait. Did she just accept my offer for a walk? Yes, she did. Lovely. Now I get to find things to talk about with her for the next however many minutes we're together. I can already guess she'll have me think up all the topics. If there's going to be any at all. Would it be too soon to talk about our lives? Is that too deep of a topic for people who just met? I don't know. I apparently don't know anything anymore, considering I'm lusting over some random girl.

"Umm... Anywhere in particular you'd like to walk?" I ask her. I don't know where I want to go, so I'm hoping she has a favorite place or something.