Tears from the sky {Briknope and Mylee}

[ali]

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

I didn't care about the icy wind that stabbed at my skin as I sat in my dress on the dunes miles from home. I didn't care that my sobs would be heard by no one, not even myself. I didn't care if I froze to depth in a curled up ball shamelessly. All I cared about was the fact that my father was not here. Hurting me once more. Like before, he had beaten me long and hard before I could escape- un-doubtedly leaving fresh purple bruises dashed across my pale skin.

A second gust of wind caused my body to contract- my arms pulling my knees closer to my chest. It was usually never this cold in District Four but, then again, it was winter. Some years the temperature would only drop a matter of degrees- only allowing patches of Frost to grow on the places where it was not warmed by heating appliances. Other years, like this one, the temperature fell to way below 0- bringing with it icy showers. As I let out another ragged sob, it became apparent how cold it was because my breath on the air was a thin mist.

I stared at it for a while before sobbing more. The memories of previous beatings were all too strong- I often felt like I was isolated from society- from my own flesh and blood. It killed me inside and drove me to wonder after each attack by my beloved father, that maybe I should kill myself. That this life was not worth living. Yet, I knew that I would be so scared to carry out the suicide. I kicked myself inwardly every time I changed my mind- may it be at the beginning or right near the very end.

I closed my eyes tightly as I let the tears run down my face. I must look so silly, I thought to myself as I cried the tears that are forever there. It grew colder as the moon rose high above me, casting a silvery shadow across the land. However, the sky was not very clear. Clouds lurked about it- waiting for the right moment to release their load. And sure enough, moments after the light around me faded into a deep navy hue, the world began to be sprinkled by snow. I loved Snow. My mother signed me a story once, telling me that snow were angel’s tears for they were so pure they could be nothing else.

Slowly I looked up, and let the flakes settle on my face. Their fluffy textures kissing my face gently. Soon, they melted and mixed with my fresh tears that tumbled across my cheeks. I would happily die this way- but I knew I wouldn't. I would get afraid, the soundless world was frightening. And then, I would return home to a possibly empty house or, a possibly not empty house. Either way, the warmth would be my saviour and I would once kick myself again for being afraid.

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Anubis Pavidus

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Loki, like the little adventurer he was, tugged harder at the leather leash that was within Anubis's firm grasp. Why the miniature dachshund actually wanted to be outside in such ungodly weather, with little specs of white trailing down the sky, Anubis didn't know. Why the dog preferred to be at the beach, he didn't know. The reason why he himself liked being there didn't exactly register with him either. Maybe it was part of the fact that District 4 is usually so warm that he just needed to literally chill before the heat took District 4 down again.

The beach was so calming, especially at the dead of night. Waves would pick up their pace and create huge towers of water that would crash down and sweep the beach before doing it all over again. The sounds were like the serenade of District 4; anywhere you went within the District, you could always hear the soft crunch of waves that hit the sand on a daily basis. Almost everybody loved them; loved being in them, loved being on them, loved being around them, and Anubis and Loki were no exceptions.

While Anubis was thinking about the cold, the ocean, and everything else, he felt a slight tug at the leash in his hand. Anubis didn't notice and slightly let loose his grip of the leash, letting the dog run free. Shock of himself actually letting go of the leash spiraled through him. As he watched the little dog walk - not run away as he anticipated - down the lining of the waves, he blew out a foggy breath. Well, he isn't too fast, so if he does run I can catch him again. Anubis let Loki sniff everything that was in his way, but tried to kick seaweed out of the way for fear of the dog getting his feet tied up like he did the other day.

Suddenly, Loki stopped and looked around him for a moment. Anubis was slightly confused; Loki almost never stopped to observe anything unless it was something that interested him. Usually such observations entailed Loki observing the weather, the waves, or people. Anubis didn't know if there were any other people around him for Loki to observe, so for the moment, he didn't exactly take people into consideration. The weather around them was pretty much constant, so the only thing left was the waves, but the little dog wasn't looking at the waves. Anubis rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and bent down to take the leash.

Suddenly, as quick as Lightning comes down from the sky and hits the earth, the little dog started full speed at something. Anubis followed him for awhile, wondering what the little creature have taken so much interest in. Probably a rock or something, he joked to himself. As soon as he got to a pile of rocks, he found his dog and a figure. So that's what Loki must be interested in so much. A person. Loki tried to wiggle his way onto the stranger's lap.

Approaching the person, which had the outline of a girl, he snatched up the little dog with a smile and was about to apologize, until he realized that he heard sobs coming from her. Anubis set Loki back on the ground and knelt down to her level and was surprised at what he saw. Bruises, purple and blue and of all sizes evily decorated her body. Anubis's eyes widened as he recognized this and then placed a hand on her shoulder, concern taking possessiveness with his slightly deep voice. "Oh my god, are-are you ok? Do you need help? What happened?"

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Skip slid around the corner of a tree. Hmm the world was spinning, spinning, and stopping at his feet. He looked at the figure of a boy and a girl sitting on the beach. The he recognized them. He flipped his red hair back and caught up to them and sat down. He kicked up his heels and laid in the sand, then he saw her crying. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

[ali]

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

Moments later I feel scratching and squabbiling in my lap. Startled I open my eyes and look down to see a dog. A Dachshund. I was not afraid of the small animal- I liked dogs, loved even. They were something that when around I felt safe. I had never been allowed a dog- my father had seen to that. He was not only cruel to me and my mother, when she was still her, but he was cruel to animals also. I learnt this when I was 8 years old and my mother had disobeyed my father and bought me a Labrador puppy. It had white fur and big round eyes- now when I think about it, the puppy reminded me of one from a book I read as a child. However, unlike the end of the book, my puppy met a grizzly end when my own father drowned it in the bathtub. Its a horrible image- one I cannot get rid of.

I stare at the small dog for a few moments before two hands took it from my lap. Slowly, scared, I looked up slightly to see who had taken it from me. Its owner, a boy. I took a second to take in his experience. The boy was around my age, and his jet black hair swept over his bright blue eyes. His skin, is almost as pale as the snow that falls around me at this moment and a sharps scar on his jaw. He wears dark clothes- dark trousers, dark shirt, dark coat. He firghtens me slightly- I am not sure what it is. Maybe it is the scar or the bright eyes; or maybe it is the fact I have little trust in men. The boy smiles at me before notcing the sobs that still escape my lips. He places the dog down and kneels down. His eyes widen as I assume he notices the bruises on my skin. Slowly he places his hand on my shoulder. I flinch back slightly, but not far when I realize he is just being friendly.

The boy says something, something I am not sure of. I recognize his lip movements as asking me if I was ok but the rest is almost un-readable. I only understand help and happen after that so I guess he is asking me if I need help and what happened. I cry a little bit harder thinking about what had happen- and the fact I won't be able to communicate fully with the boy. I take a shakey breath and sign to him-

"I am sorry, I cannot hear. I am deaf."

I pause for a moment when I realize that someone else is here with us. I turn, frightened that it is my father but to my relief it is only a strange red haired boy of whom I did not recognize. I don't get out alot and even so- I don't talk to anyone. The second boy makes me feel more entrapped and I cry harder. I begin to grow fearful that these boys are here to hurt me, or something but I still put trust in both. I turn to the first boy, tears still rolling down my face.

I shakily sign-"Help me...please:?"

The chances of either of the boys knowing sign language is very unlikely but it is my best hope.

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Anubis Pavidus

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The girl in front of him looked scared, she looked so scared, and the way she looked afraid nearly broke his heart. He barely even noticed the arrival of another boy, who immediately took position next to Anubis, also wondering what was wrong. Anubis said that he didn't know, and then he was surprised at what the girl did next. She started moving her hands in odd formations, first pointing to herself, then crossing her fingers and putting it to her lips, then doing something random he didn't catch, then putting her finger to her ear and then lips, did some more movements and then she finally did one thing that Anubis actually understood. She put a flat palm against her chest and rubbed it, which was to the best of his knowledge the word 'please'. She wanted them to help her. And another thing struck him all of a sudden, even though he had just finished watching her do her stuff. It suddenly struck him she was deaf, and they wouldn't be able to communicate too well.

He didn't know sign language, and at that moment, he wished that he had taken it at school. Anubis wanted to say it was ok and that he would help, but alas, he didn't know how to do so, and again, he bashed himself for it. That's it, next time I go back to school, I am going to sign up for sign language, I don't care if it kills me or not. Looking at the kid next to him, he asked him something with urgency and questioning in his voice. "Do you know any place that is still open? We need to get her inside somewhere warm, or else she will get hypothermia." He didn't expect himself to say something logical. He would probably would have said something like 'maybe we should get her a jacket and leave her' but for once in his life, he was logical and practical and didn't act stupid about things. He gave himself minor kudos for it.

Looking at her with his concerned blue eyes, he observed her. By the way she was shivering, she must have been out in the rocks for some time before he came along. Her bruises didn't seem like they were accidental; they looked inflicted by another person, as nothing else he could think of could have given her bruises in the way that she had them. Maybe her family abuses her. Not too uncommon in Panem. He wondered where she would go for the night, she would have to sleep somewhere. And he would be damned if he let her sleep in on the streets.

Tapping her on the shoulder and then speaking with as much precision he could put into his lip movements, he said "I am going to pick you up, okay?" Lifting her left arm and putting it around his neck, he grabbed her and held her like she was the damsel in distress and he was the savior. Loki sat nearby, a slightly confused look framing his doggish features. Rolling his eyes at the little dachshund, he looked at the girl in his arms and adjusted himself so she wouldn't fall. Looking over at the boy who was next to him, he spoke to him, his voice more urgent than before. "Hey kid, I can hardly see through the snow. Show me somewhere that's open, like a store or something."

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Skip looked at him with fear. "Um, I think that I saw a sailor still on the dock?" He said. He ran and caught the attention of a passerby. "Can you help us? Please?" He sounded scared.

[ali]

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

I feel sick. Not physically but my head is spinning. It is so very cold out here. The snow was still falling- the icy chill of the wind still blowing and, I actually think i ran out of tears at some point or my tear ducts froze over. The chill began creeping into my bones and the ends of my toes and fingers are numb and the touch of my skin feels mufled now. I let out another shakey breath and shiver drawing my knees close to my chest while the two boys talk. The first boy- the one with the dog- was looking at me with his concerned blue eyes. He is examined the beautifully coloured sickening bruises that have been painted by my fathers fists. For a moment he turns to the second boy who quickly leaves shortly after, before the first boys attention is back on me.

He taps me lightly and begins to speak- all of his words I am able toe read [""I am going to pick you up, okay?"

Before I can oppse the black haired boy has places my left arm round his neck and has hoisted me into his arms. If I wasn't cold- nor if I were in this situation- I would have blushed; but I am to upset and it is too cold for the blood to rush to my cheeks as the embaressment tingles through my body. The boy is warm. This, is reassuring. I feel his deep breathing as my body presses against his chest and I feel his warmth transfer to my ice body. The warmth makes me feel drowsy and sleepy but I am afraid to fall asleep in fear that the nightmare will return. I look up at the boy and force a tiny hint of a smile before I put my free hand to my chin and move it away- "Thank you"

I wonder if everyone is this nice. I hope they are because sometimes I hope that I will one day be able to afford to have my hearing fixed so that maybe one day I can hear the sounds of the waves crashing against the white sand outside my bedroom window every morning or hear the sounds of the birds as I walk along the beach. Maybe hear the voice of the stranger who was so willing to help. Hear the sounds of others voices- not just his. I would also love to be able to hear a heart beat. Though, as I rest my head against the boys shoulder, i can feel the faint murmer of a pulse. I wonder what a beating heart sounds like- I will probably never know. I will probably die before that can happen. Another gust of wind causes me to shiver and curl up more trying to steal as much heat as I can.

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Anubis Pavidus

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A little smile crossed Anubis’s face after she brought a tiny hand to her chin and then moved it away, and then marginally blushed after she laid her head down on his shoulder. That was probably his first real encounter with a girl like that; holding her like the damsel in distress as she laid her head on his shoulder. He felt slightly uncomfortable with her doing this, for reasons he will soon rant about, don’t worry but didn’t object or shrug his shoulder to tell her to get the hell off. How could he be so cold-hearted and uncaring, when here she is, dark patches that represented bruises decorating her body like badges of survival? And who the hell knows what she has been through already? She could have been battered up against the coral that was hidden in the waves, or it could have possibly been the work of human hands. But with her hearing gone, and him not knowing the beautiful language that didn’t take words, he couldn’t exactly ask her what happened to her. Well, she could understand him, as pretty much all deaf people have the ability to look at lip movements and decode what they meant. But that still didn’t fix the problem of his non-understanding of her. If we are gonna talk, what we really need is a piece of paper and a pencil. And I dunno who is nearby and who might have one.

Soon after the little deaf girl is lifted into his arms, the boy that was with them found a sailor, maybe Anubis’s age, who looked up from the ropes in his hands. The sailor’s eyes glimpsed over the battered deaf girl, the boy with the dog, and the boy with urgency in his voice. If Anubis was to take a guess at what the sailor was thinking at that moment, he was probably thinking What the hell happened to them? He empathized with his thoughts, and he guessed that would probably be his reaction also. How often do you see a battered girl being cradled by a gay guy while a little boy is next to them and watches? Probably not too often. “Uh… you guys need help? I’ll get her a blanket-“ Before he could walk off of the pier and back onto the boat to get what they needed, Anubis stopped him and said “And a notebook and pencil, please. She’s deaf. I don’t know sign language.”

After the words left his pale lips, the young sailor stepped back onto his boat to go below deck and get the stuff she needed. As the young sailor left them in the freezing air, he got down on one knee with the deaf girl still in his arms, and he gently laid her out on the wooden ground. Anubis wasn’t sure if he was helping or not, but at the time, he supposed that it was the right thing to do. It was just instinct; almost like when you see a crying girl, the natural thing to do is go over to her and ask her what was wrong with her. After his arms gave way to her weight and she lay down on the cold wood, he sat down next to her and did probably one of the most foreign things he had ever done before. His hand ran through her hair and caressed her face, whilst mumbling that everything would be okay, but he didn’t know exactly how “ok” would work out for her.

As for the hand that gently touched her bruised face, he had no idea what came over him. Like he thought before, it was the instinct to protect her, and he knew it was the human thing to do, but to him it felt wrong. Girls were like a different species to him, and he wouldn’t ever dream of touching one in the way he touched her. Other boys, however, were a totally different story to him. He felt more… attracted to them, and didn’t exactly have any attraction towards the people of the opposite gender. And, to be honest, it felt very wrong that he was touching a woman’s face like that. It was the same thing with the way the deaf girl had placed her head exhaustedly against his shoulder; it felt wrong, and he felt he shouldn’t have allowed her to do it, but his desire to care for her outweighed the importance of keeping his sexuality going in one direction.

Before he could continue his train of thought and go deeper into his thought process, the young sailor boy came back, thick blanket and black journal and pencil in hand. Anubis handed the blanket and journal to the kid, hoping that he would spread the blanket over her and ask her what happened. He was scared to do so himself, because he could hardly bear the thought of what might have happened to her that might have happened to her, what with the large bruises covering her like a natural skin color. He couldn’t bear the thought that what happened to her pale skin might have been caused by human hands. What if she is abused only because she is different? Only because she lacks the ability to pick up sound that the world gives us? And if that’s that case, then why must this world be so cruel to lovely girls like her? Only because they are different? Anubis knew the world was messed up. He knew it wasn’t too great of a place. He knew that people made fun of other people for the littlest things. But to beat the hell out of someone because of a difference that keeps them apart from others? It was a sickening thought, and he didn’t really want to realize how bad the world was. So with lighter, more careful strokes, he ran a hand through her now icy hair, he hoped that the kid would do it for him.

((ooc; if I ramble too much, tell me XD))

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Skip was not happy, in fact he was ultimately overly mad. He looked around, he was looked at like a child. "I'm not a kid." He said a little louder than he had intended. He walked to the edge of the water, and skipped a rock. It was what he did when he was confused, and that time was now.

[ali]

Though my body was flush with the boys chest- the cold still crept through my bones. It was painful- and numbing at the same time. It was an odd sensation. I wondered if this was what it felt like to die- which was something I really wanted to do right now. With father beating me, and my mother gone, what was there left for me in this harsh world. Nothing at the moment but my mother always told me it'd get better eventually. Sadly I failed to see the good side to my bad. It was not possible. I let out a long heavy sigh- knowing I wouldn't be able to kill myself. I would be afraid to take deaths hand and leave this world behind. I hoped that death would take my fathers hand instead and whisk him away before anything happened to me that would end in my death.

As I thought this, I sensed that the boy holding me was moving. Opening my eyes a tad- I saw that we were walking towards the peir. The other boy- the one with red hair- stood by a man in uniform. An irrational fear swept over me at this point and I immeaditly assumed it was my father looking for me; but as soon as he became more clear I realized it was just a sailor no older than the boy holding me in his arms. The Sailor boy looked at me then the two boys in turn- said something and walked into his ship. Maybe he was going to help me- get me a blanket or something warm. I did hope that was what he was fetching- a blanket. I felt the boy holding me slowly lay me on the wooden peir. It was colder than the rocks I had been sitting on and I missed the boys warmth. Though. I was sure that my cold wouldn't survive much longer as the Sailor was bringing me a blanket...hopefully.

It wasn't long after I had been layed down- did the boy begin to stroke my face. It stung, and scared me. I didn't really like to be touched by people, specially guys because I didn't trust them not after what my father had done to me. Nor after what that man had done to me after I had passed out in his barn. If he had just stayed with me maybe I would have not been in this mess. I tensed slightly at the boys touch- not that I didn't find it slightly comforting. I just disliked being touched that was all. Finally the Sailor returned handing the boy the note book and Blanket. The boy kept hold of the note pad before handing the blanekt to the red haired one and asked him something, to which the red head didn't take kindly too- threw the object to the ground and stormed off. I felt slightly safer now but I still felt as cold as I had when I was back on the rocks. I was surpised I hadn't frozen yet since my entire body felt like ice to me.

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Anubis Pavidus

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Anubis felt his eyebrow raise a small bit as the kid walked over to the ocean and started skipping a rock. Well, I don't know what he's doing, so I'm just going to do with it. Turning his head from the boy on the beach, he directed his attention over to the deaf girl who lay on the pier, the fabric spread over her, keeping her warm. Taking the notebook, glancing over at the sailor every so often as he wrote, he took up his pencil and asked her a simple question. 'What happened to you?'

[[ooc; not much of a post, I just wanted to get this thread moving again.]]

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Instead of a man of peace and love, I have become a man of violence and revenge
~Hiawatha


Skip watched as the the two were on the dock. What did they want him to do, help? That wasn't on his list but he guessed it was the least he could do to get them off his case. He stuck his hands in his pockets and meandered over. "What do you need me to do?"

[ali]

I felt the fabric kiss my icey skin and I immeadietly clung to it for dear life. It made a tiny difference and I felt the feeling slowly returning to my toes, however tiredness slowly over came me. I felt exhausted from the events of the evening, the bruises on my skin evidence of why. I slowly opened my eyes to see the strange boys and the sailor looking at me. It was rather unsettling but I guess they were just trying to help me. My eyes fell on the black haired boy and I noticed that he was writing something on a notepad. I frowned curious at what he was what he was doing, then I realized that he was communicating with me with pen and paper. Clever idea- its something that I had never seen before. He slowly showed it to me and I read the neat, curly hand writing-



-I closed my eyes as the memory suddenly came flooding back to me.

I sat there in the light of the fire reading a book called flight of the mockingjay- father was probably still at work so I had no worry of being beaten anytime soon. He'd often come home drunk, no, he always came home drunk. Luckily, sometimes he was so drunk that he didn't bother with me but other times, well- that was a different story. I was so lost in thought that I didn't see him come into the house. Feeling like I was being watched, I slowly turned my head to see him standing there; a fire of hatred deep within his eyes. I tried to escape, throwing the book to the ground and sprinting for the back door- but he had hold of me before I could flee. His fists came raining down on me- again and again and again. I couldn't hear his evil laugh but the vibrations of his cackle seemed to reverbarate through his arm to his fist. I wondered if anyone could hear me scream, I wonder if I was actually screaming at all. His blows didn't cease and I could feel his hands everywhere. I had to run- Now. I kicked at his shin, causing him to stagger drunkenly backwards. I scrambled to my feet and ran.

I slowly looked up at the boy, feeling another tear roll down my face. Wiping it from my cheek, I reached over taking the pen and paper from his hand. Slowly, I wrote an answer to his question-