We Are All Our Own Devil | [Pika]

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

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Don't you want the invitation

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Yaa! YAA. Come back here, right now and talk to me! You'll freeze to death!" her mother yelled as her feet made a satisfying crunch in the snow. "You're grounded!"

2:00 AM, fucking freezing, but Yaa didn't care one bit.

Somewhere down the street, another person pushed his way out her front door, past her mother and into the frozen night, but in the opposite direction. She couldn't remember his name, couldn't quite remember his face either, but something told her that her mother would remember him perfectly forever, wouldn't forget what he was doing with Yaa when she walked in the bedroom. Not that it was a first.

Oh well.

She noticed the stars and the moon, the clarity of everything as all the light poured onto the snow and lit up the shadows around every corner. Everything was dim, the air slightly foggy, but the air rested around her arms and legs and nose and eyes and did not sting. Where there was usually discomfort there was only brisk familiarity, the cold slap of the wind against her face and hands reminding her of her freedom.

Everything was dead around her. The lights, the usual flurry of people, the electricity too, probably. She could hear nothing except the echoes of her mother calling for her to come back inside, but she only smirked. She kept walking. They already lived close to the other shops, and it only took her a minute before they were in front of her.

She stopped in front of her family's shop and stared. Not up at the shop, but at the ground. Someone had shoveled the areas near the shops for people to walk. Underneath the snow there was mostly dirt, but some places were paved.

What did her mother know about her? Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Not one bit. She didn't want to be told what to do, never, but somehow her mother didn't stop. "It's for your own good." Yeah, really? No matter what she did as a teenager, she would only end up working in the shop after her parents died. Selling people things. Better money than most people, but still. She would never have a choice for her future. No, wait. Perhaps she would: shopkeeping or working with wood.

What would it all be like in the Capitol? She could wear bright colored clothes and lipstick and put on mascara to make her eyes look dramatic, and she could simply party and dance and when she got tired of that, she could have all the options in the world. Unbound from anyone ever telling her what to do.

Her hand played around with a switchblade in her pocket for a moment. She pulled it out and flipped it open, staring up at the perfect paint on her family's shop. Her head swiveled to the left and right for one minute as she made sure nobody was around, but she didn't notice that she was being watched. She stepped forward and carved words into the ugly green paint with the sharp tip of her blade. Big letters that screamed.

I HATE YOU.

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Freaking deafness.

Dallas can never hear anything. He always has to turn to his right to hear what anyone says. He's not like everyone else, being able to function normally in society with two ears. He works twice as hard at something that a person shouldn't have to work at at all.

After a rather loud quarrel with his parents about grades-or something of that sort-, Dallas had darted out the front door of his dilapidated, dirty house and into the snow-packed pathways of District Seven. Dallas was glad he had had the instinct of snatching up a jacket from the closet before running out; the air was frigid, and it bit at his fingers, his face, the parts of his body that were unfortunately exposed to the elements. The moon cast down eerily on the snow, giving it a sort of uncanny, other-worldly demeanor to it. Bright white, the snow on the sides of the paths had not yet been touched by human hands. Untouched snow was one of Dallas's favorite sights; it was clean, it was pure, it was lovely.

Dallas sprinted through the streets, not caring nor knowing where his feet were taking him. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from his house, from his life, from this world. The silence that the snowy night brought was nothing new to Dallas; he was used to things being quite quiet. The snow masked and muddled everything, and it made Dallas feel good. For once, others could understand and undergo what Dallas dealt with every day.

His feet have brought him to the facade of the store fronts. No lights shone through windows, and the lack of the familiar golden glow against the dusty windows was disheartening. Light brought warmth, light brought hope. All Dallas saw were his footprints in the snow, and the shadows creeping against the walls of the buildings, and the trunks of the trees. And an extra pair of footprints, that were not his.

Realising that he was not alone, Dallas quickly jumped behind the nearest building. Peering out from the side and staring out into the street, he watched a figure amble towards the front of a store. It flicked out an object from its pocket, a knife. The blade gleamed against the moonlight, making it seem more menacing and evil than usual. It came up to the storefront, and brought the blade down on the wood paneling of the store. Flecks of shredded wood fluttered down to the ground, swaying slightly with the assistance of the late night wind. Words began to form. Large, cold words, not filled with love.

I HATE YOU.

Dallas watched with awe as this figure carved into the wood, pressing all of their anger, all of their sadness, all of their loss into the action. He continued to stare as the figure finished its work. As the figure stepped back, the moonlight fell on and blanketed the figure, revealing that it was indeed a girl.

Dallas was not sure what to make of this scene. He was sure that this person was not okay. Then again, neither was Dallas. He stared for a few moments, weighing options, weighing outcomes, and weighing options again.

Dallas flung out from behind the wall, snow crunching beneath his shoes as he stumbled out into the gleam of the moon. He stood there, fully exposed to the moon and to the girl, and waited. She had not yet turned around to face him. He could easily slip back into the shadows of the wall, and she would never have seen him. He could easily slip back into the confines of his old life, of hiding from every new situation. But he stood firm on his decision, and whistled loudly into the abyss of the night.

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back
so SHAKE HIM OUT

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First the gentle crunch of snow alerted her of someone's presence, but Yaa didn't turn around. Then it was the slight whistle that barely carried over the wind, but still sounded in her ears. Her hands tensed around the knife -- not that she planned on using it, that would be all too foolish. She feared turning around, feared what might face her if she did. What if she simply ignored the stranger, let him or her pass? Her mind jumped to the image of the Peacekeepers, harsh, brutal, clothed in terrible white. Clicking the switchblade closed, she flung it on the ground and turned her head to the right.

Not a Peacekeeper. No. They tended to blend in with the snow, almost looking like snowmen, especially at night when the greater amount of detail was cut out of their appearances. Especially the burlier ones. Add a carrot nose and black buttons to their uniforms, and she might actually believe it.

Instead, the stranger in front of her stared at her wearing everyday normal clothing. Perhaps he was a Peacekeeper in disguise? Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes narrowed and sparked with a glint of anger.

I hate you, too.

And then she found herself rushing towards him, flinging her arms forward and shoving him backwards with all her might, whatever that was. The muscles in her arms were stick thin, so she wasn't sure what good it really did.

"If you tell anyone I did that, and I swear I'll.. " she paused. "I'll.. "

What? Shove him around some more? HA.

"I'll.. " she stopped short again, angry at herself for not coming up with anything better. "I'll.. Just don't tell anyone, okay?"

If her eyes didn't suggest such pure hatred, she would almost sound sincere.

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Dallas didn't know exactly what force had hit him so suddenly. He remembered standing tall and firmly, confident in himself. And the second after, he could remember cold winter snow digging into his pores, seeping through his jacket and skin. The snow fell upon his head, dusting his hair with a light layer of white. Snow that had melted from the contact of his skin dripped down his face, droplets making their ways into his eyes and down his face, dropping individually, one by one. He was cold now, and he began to shiver. Snow bit at the tips of his uncovered ears, and he placed his hands over them to defrost them. Staring up into the darkness of the sky, he watched as the perpetrator's face invaded the depth of the sky, a shock of white skin on the darkness.

"If you tell anyone I did that, and I swear I'll.. " She stumbled on her words; she was not sure what she would do to him, Dallas could tell. He sat up, and felt the snow seep into the bottom of his pants. He felt it pass through the jeans, the underwear beneath, and finally he could feel the stingers as the snow injected him with the relentless cold. Every inch of Dallas felt the cold of night. But despite his sticky situation and his discomfort, he managed to put on a cocky grin, and use it to every inch of his advantage.

"You'll do what? There's nothing you can do. You'd be locked up by the Peacekeepers, or worse, your mother. And we both know moms are worse than Peacekeepers," Dallas smiled at this stranger, at her lack of options and of her beauty. Blue-green eyes stared back at him angrily and coldly, but pretty all the same. Lovely, thick hair framed her face, and fell down in waves that were specked with snowflakes. "But while we're sitting here all nice and cozy, why don't you tell me what your name is?" Dallas was back. Flirty, uncaring, cocky Dallas. The one that everyone knew, but Dallas himself hated.

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