Written in the Stars
Sept 10, 2011 11:13:42 GMT -5
Post by Ashley (Ember, Wren, August) on Sept 10, 2011 11:13:42 GMT -5
✶ O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S
A M I L L I O N M I L E S
A W A Y
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A W A Y
Autumn was rapidly approaching in District 8. Even though autumn was the most beautiful season in Ember's eyes, it always brought an uneasy tension to all of Panem, besides the Capitol, of course. The Reapings weren't far away, only a few weeks actually. Every parent and child felt distress during the time leading up to the Reaping, the Reaping, and while being in or watching the Hunger Games.
Though, Ember always worried, she had new reasons to be worried this year. Her youngest brother was finally eligible for the Reaping. Now three Hilbrook children could be selected. It would be four children, but Ember's older brother, Lennor, became very ill. There was no way they would let him go if he was selected. And even worse, he couldn't work, therefore, no money. Gram, her eldest brother, just married and was on his own. It went from five people support a family of seven to three people supporting a family of six. There was only one option, tessera. Ember never had to take a tessera because she had been working since she was very young and so had her older brothers. Sure, her fourteen year old brother, Kaniel, could start working but he was also becoming slightly ill. Not to the extent of Lennor but enought to let him rest so he didn't get to his brother's state.
Now, Ember sat on the steps in front of her shabby, small home, just thinking... and worrying. Her home was small, especially for six people. Her younger brothers shared a bed and her oldes brother was currently on the couch, being ill. Ember had always had her own bed but that didn't mean it was a luxury. It was the same mattress she had from her early childhood and she had to scrunch her legs to fit in it. She didn't have a bed frame to elevate the mattress so it rested on the floor and her blankets were made from the scratchy wool. So, it was Ember, Kaniel, and Arden in one room. Her parents in the other and Lennor in the sitting room.
Life in district 8 wasn't great but Ember never knew anything else. She was smart enought to know this wasn't how things were supposed to be but she was also smart enough to know that there was no use trying to do anything about it. All she could do was anxiously wait for the Reaping day and stand in the audiance holding her breath to hear one of the names, Ember, Kaniel, or Arden Hilbrook, which would be a death sentence. None of them had the skills other tributes had and there was no chance that they would survive. All she could do was wait like the rest of Panem. So, she sat on the steps outside her home facing the gravel street, twirling some thread around her fingers for something to do. That's what she needed to get her mind off of this; something to do...
"This is you speaking. Say Whaat?!"
This is you thinking.
Though, Ember always worried, she had new reasons to be worried this year. Her youngest brother was finally eligible for the Reaping. Now three Hilbrook children could be selected. It would be four children, but Ember's older brother, Lennor, became very ill. There was no way they would let him go if he was selected. And even worse, he couldn't work, therefore, no money. Gram, her eldest brother, just married and was on his own. It went from five people support a family of seven to three people supporting a family of six. There was only one option, tessera. Ember never had to take a tessera because she had been working since she was very young and so had her older brothers. Sure, her fourteen year old brother, Kaniel, could start working but he was also becoming slightly ill. Not to the extent of Lennor but enought to let him rest so he didn't get to his brother's state.
Now, Ember sat on the steps in front of her shabby, small home, just thinking... and worrying. Her home was small, especially for six people. Her younger brothers shared a bed and her oldes brother was currently on the couch, being ill. Ember had always had her own bed but that didn't mean it was a luxury. It was the same mattress she had from her early childhood and she had to scrunch her legs to fit in it. She didn't have a bed frame to elevate the mattress so it rested on the floor and her blankets were made from the scratchy wool. So, it was Ember, Kaniel, and Arden in one room. Her parents in the other and Lennor in the sitting room.
Life in district 8 wasn't great but Ember never knew anything else. She was smart enought to know this wasn't how things were supposed to be but she was also smart enough to know that there was no use trying to do anything about it. All she could do was anxiously wait for the Reaping day and stand in the audiance holding her breath to hear one of the names, Ember, Kaniel, or Arden Hilbrook, which would be a death sentence. None of them had the skills other tributes had and there was no chance that they would survive. All she could do was wait like the rest of Panem. So, she sat on the steps outside her home facing the gravel street, twirling some thread around her fingers for something to do. That's what she needed to get her mind off of this; something to do...
"This is you speaking. Say Whaat?!"
This is you thinking.
✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b]
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------Tags: Whose it for?
------Notes: Somebody RP with me! I need to buy tesserae!
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