Sky of Dimonds {open}

[ali]

White Lips Pale face
Breathing in the Snowflakes
Burnt Lungs Sour taste

Night had just fallen and the sky had turned a deep violet shade. I looked round as I left the work house, pulling my tattered coat tightly over my shoulders. The days were beginning to grow shorter and colder- my breath was silvery fine in the twilight. I loved this time of day the most. I think its because I know deep in my head- a place very rarely trodden by my living mind- that the day is going to end and that maybe just maybe it will be the last of day I will ever see again. It is always a hope of mine, deep down but tonight it is not my main concern.

Lights Gone Days End
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights Strange men

My pay has been cut at the workhouse by at least 20%. This meant that I couldn’t pay my dealer for the drugs. I was afraid I was going to get withdrawal symptoms if I didn’t get more soon- it had been about a week since I had last smoked a spliff of Cannabis. So tonight, rather than spending time at the workhouse; I was going to go out and try sell myself to another guy again. There wouldn’t be as many men out this time of year but there would be a few that could prove useful to me.

They say shes
in the class A team
Stuck in her day dream
been this way since 18

As I walked down the almost empty street, I could hear the heels of my tiny plimsolls tap against the ground. IT was terribly lonely- out here in the streets as the sun set beneath the horizon plunging the world into darkness. A gust of wind blows an icy chilled breeze through my broken coat. Maybe if I get enough, one day I’ll buy a new one. Thats un-likely though, I wont have enough to buy a coat with the money I get left over after buying my next fix. I sigh heavily looking ahead of me. I’m getting closer to my usual hangout point.

but lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastery
And they scream

I round the corner and a see the busy, yet quiet high street.Selling myself in one of the richer parts of the Districts will get me more money perhaps- but then again, maybe not. People in this part had self respect- most wouldn’t want to mingle with someone like me. Not many people did- rich or poor; but there were the occasional scum who did. They payed well- sometimes they didn’t pay enough but it was money all the same. I reached the place I often stood at and removed my coat revealing the low cut dress I was wearing. I brushed my red hair over my shoulder and scanned the street.

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Worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
and she don't wanna go outside tonight

As the light disappeared- I saw a shadow slowly approaching me. The figure was definatly masculine, I could tell by the way he held himself. I straightend up and brushed down my dress, making myself look presentable as I could.

“Hey there...” I said in a half seductive tone “looking for something love...?”[/b]

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And in a pipe she flies to the mother land
Sells love to another man
It too cold outside
for Angels to fly, Angels to fly

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[lyss]

Grady Rim

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Hello Mr. Sun
Today's the day we change our plans
And end the war against our old selves
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Seeing the people on the other side of the district makes me feel like scum. Even though they live in the same district, they are slightly richer. Seeing them being able to afford things that would take me a months to afford. It hurts feeling poor compared to these slighter higher class people, but I have to remember I'm here for a reason. That reason is not to mope around.

I'm very worried about my mother. She been sick for roughly two weeks now and only has shown sign of getting worse. The sharp autumn air flying in seems to make it twice as worse. It's freezing outside everyday now, and I'm horrified by the silver wisps my breath makes in the cool air. I can only imagine how cold my mother must be even though she's wrapped in a lump of jackets and sweaters and blankets.

I brought a man who claimed he could heal my mother to our house earlier. He said the only way to cure her would be to get medicine that you couldn't get from the apothecary. I would have to bargain for a special type of drugs in the richer parts of the district. He must have known we couldn't afford that right now, for he shoved a handful of big bills into my hand. I tried to tell him I would pay him back whenever I could, but he insisted on me keeping every last dollar. I wonder why he gave me so much money. Would the drugs really cost this much money?

I can only hope I will have some money left over so I can buy some extra food, but I doubt the man would have given a stranger extra money. I really wish he could have gone and bought the drugs himself, considering I've never been anywhere near this area before. I know it is a rich place, but I still have the feeling somebody will jump out from behind a building and steal my wad of cash. I watch as people disperse from their jobs, and I grimace, remembering that even though I would be filling my lungs with smoky air, I wish I could be working instead of wasting my time in the stiff atmosphere. The sun is already starting to set, a swirl of bright oranges and yellows swimming in the air like a painting.

I'm not paying attention to where I'm going and almost run into a sign in front of a shop. I have no idea where any drug dealers would be, nor am I sure what I'm even looking for. I let out a loud sigh, a big ball of the wispy stuff floating in front of my face. All I need to do is find somebody, somebody who knows the area well enough. I ruffle my hair and push the money farther down in my pocket.

Once again I'm not looking where I'm going, and I am only able to stop when I see a flash of velvety red. Near me, a girl that looks my age, give or take a year, leans against a wall. Her coat rests in her hands, and only for a moment do I wonder why. I dare my eyes to dart over to her outfit, and spot that it is a low-cut dress. My eyes dart away, and I shift uncomfortably.

“Hey there... looking for something love...?”

Her tone is so seductive that when she flutters her eyelashes, a small sound escapes from my lips. I'm so embarrassed right now, and I know my cheeks are probably more red than the girl's hair. I wonder, though, if maybe she knows where I can get what I need. I can't describe it, though, so nothing I really say can help me.

"I um... I um... I... I... um... um, yeah. Yeah, I'm looking for something."

[ali]

White Lips Pale face
Breathing in the Snowflakes
Burnt Lungs Sour taste

When the man I was attempting to catch the attention of comes into focus I am some what disapointed. He is no older than me, with poor clothes and brown hair. He won't be looking for what I am offering. A sound escapes his lips and I see that he is blushing. He is embaressed. I roll my eyes. This boy is not what I was looking for at all. I wasn't even looking for a boy- especially one so poor. I sigh frustrated and listen to the boy say something.

"I um... I um... I... I... um... um, yeah. Yeah, I'm looking for something." He managed to stutter

I put my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrow. Maybe I was wrong, this boy may be looking for what I was offering. However I high doubted it by the fact he still looked like he was about to cry. I narrow my eyes and wonder what it is that he is looking for. I think for a moment but still- I see no reason for this boy to be in my presence. I take a second look at him, more closely this time. He seems around my age, possibly a year or two older. Brown hair, like I noticed before, which sits on top of his oval head. His eyes, are milky brown. The kind of colour that is often the color of chocolate milk- something I have rarely seen and even less than rarely- tried. He has a cute button nose and normal lips. His skin is deathly pale- like mine almost. He is quite cute, and i nearly find myself blushing but I stop myself.

"And what is it you are looking for?" I say normaly this time

I wait for the boy to reply and I look to the sky. It is almost an velvetine black, and the first stars are appearing. The street we stand on is getting dimmer, surfaces being cast under a harsh yellow hue from the near by street lamp. Another cold breeze hits me causing me to shiver in the low cut dress I am wearing. I look back at the boy and frown, I am rather bored of waiting. And I need some more before I go insane.

"Hurry Up, I dont have all day you know

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[lyss]

Grady Rim

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Goodbye, Mr. Rain
Your time has come, your time has gone
So send you grey skies to someone else
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The girl puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. She doesn't look like the kind of person that would have what I'm looking for. Whatever it is that I'm looking for. I don't know why the strange man expected me to know what to get. I've never bought drugs before in my life.

Maybe it isn't drugs I'm looking for, but morphling. I'm not positive what it looks like, but I can assume it would be a clear fluid in a small plastic bag. I wonder if maybe she has morphling. It takes me a moment to remember that she's in a dress, and that there is no way she could conceal anything in it. Of course, she does have a coat, but she dropped that thing so quick that nothing of value could be in there.

I swear I see the girl blush for a moment. I just assume it has something to do with her hair, so I brush it off.

"And what is it you are looking for?"

Even though her tone is normal this time, I finally realize what it is that she hopes I'm looking for. The blush that was originally in my cheeks creeps back. How could I be so stupid? The low-cut dress, the coat on the ground, her tone, they all gave it away. I can't believe I over-looked these things, but then again, I'm not very observant.

She looks to the sky, and I follow her gaze. The sky is beginning to indulge itself in a velvet black curtain. A few stars begin to twinkle in the sky, and it's quite beautiful scene. The wind picks up and slams into both of us, sending a shiver down my spine. The girl is getting impatient; a frown forms on her face.

"Hurry up, I don't have all day you know."

The few times I've seen a movie from the Capitol or One that had a scene that led to... to what the girl wanted, the man would pull the woman into a kiss, and then it would just happen. I know I can't do this in the streets, even if it is at night. I search my mind for the perfect thing to say. I know I have to indicate that I know what she wants, and that I want it as well. I know if I don't answer soon, I won't get what my mother needs.

My fingers slip into the pocket that the money is in, and I let my fingers swirl around the several large bills. I know I must have enough for this girl and the drugs. I run a hand through my hair. This girl looks like she's had this planned, so she must have a place picked out, right? I just have to give her the word, and then she will take me there. I don't have to think of an elaborate answer; I just need a simple one that will do it.

"You," I whisper lightly.

I know I sound really cheesy, but it was probably the least embarrassing answer I could choke out.

[ali]

White Lips Pale face
Breathing in the Snowflakes
Burnt Lungs Sour taste

The next thing that happens surprises me. I watch the boy dig his hand into his pockets. I recognize this- I see it nearly every other day. Someone rumaging through their pockets in search for something. Money. I suddenly feel my face fall into a shocked expression. This was not what I was expecting. No, not at all. No one would have expected this geeky, lanky brown haired brown eyed boy to be performing the act he was performing now. Finally he finds it but doesn't take it from his pocket. He runs his hand through his hair nervously. The next thing- though expecting it- took me by surprise.

"You" he whispers

I stare at him for a moment. I've had my fair share of customers but no ever this. Inexperience. Nor anyone this young. It frightens me a bit because I don't want to disapoint and nor do i want them to change their mind. I quickly change my expression into a smile- a kind one. I tilt my head to the side letting the red hair fall across my face like a veil. I flutter my eye lashes- though this dance has already been done and doesn't need to be repeated. So I take his hand gently and smile reassuringly to him. Without another word I walk with him. I take the lead, since he probably doesn't know his way round most of the back streets and with it getting dark- we can't afford to get lost. The place I am taking him is a free house. Most of the ladies i know also go here with clients. It has reputation for people like us but clients don't really care as long as they get what they're looking for.

The building in question is an old one- with black brick walls and square windows- it looks like it should be in some horror film. However the inside is the compelte oppisote with slightly worn down white paneled walls, marble flooring and rooms with large double beds paired with red plush curtains and duvets. A perfect place for my work area. I pass other woman who had yet to get clients. They seemed jelous that I had already snatched one from the potenetial list of men. I walk him up two flights of stairs and into the room I use most often. It is like I have described but this is one of the few which has a ajoining bathroom. Somewhere where I can clean up afterwards. I look at the boy and smile again, sensing he is nervous.

"Don't be afraid"

[lyss]

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Oh, sun, shine on down
Ease our troubles now
Sun, shine on down
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She stares at me for what seems like eternity, like she's debating if I'm good enough for her or not. Finally, she smiles, tilting her head. Her red curls spill down her face. She flutters her eyelashes, and I ease up a bit, releasing the tense grip on the bills in my pocket. That's not the only weight released, though, and suddenly my hand is in hers and she's leading me down the street.

I ease up even more, actually smiling a bit. She takes the lead, which is good. I'm unfamiliar with this part of the district. The dark makes it worse, but I'm confident this girl knows where she's going. The house she plans on using is quite old. It is made of bricks, but the color is odd. The bricks are black, like the sky surrounding us. The windows are square, which isn't as abnormal as the black paint on the bricks.

The inside is completely stunning. It's filled with panel walls a bright white color and smooth marble floors. The curtains draping over the windows appear to be a rich red color, looking like they're velvet. Perhaps they are. She leads me upstairs to an equally lavish room, one with large double beds with plush, red duvets that match the curtains keeping out the moonlight.

Any sliver of confidence I gained on the way here has seemed to wane away. The house looks so expensive, and suddenly I'm doubting if I have enough for both her and the drugs. I'm not even sure why I'm doing this. I feel the bills floating in my pocket, begging for me to clench them again and walk away.

"Don't be afraid"

She smiles, sensing my uncertainty and my lack of comfort. A laugh passes through my lips, one that isn't forced. Even though she has calmed me down a bit again, I'm still a little nervous. I'm unsure of what to do. I know something I should do is pull my hand out of my pocket, so I do just that. My arm raises, my hand wanting to run through my ruffled hair, but I drop it. I've already run my hand through my hair plenty of times today.

Even though her hand in mine is the only thing really calming me, I know I have to let go of it. My fingers slowly pull away from hers. I know the next move should be to kiss her, but I'm awkward when it comes to things like girls and kissing and being romantic. I know she can sense my lack of experience. I don't want to screw this up by trying to kiss her and up with our noses bumping or our teeth clinking.

Instead of ruining this, I try to recall the picture of the room downstairs. The house was so wonderful, especially compared to my dump of wooden floorboards coming loose and the paint peeling of the wall. Nothing has ever been changed in that horror. I shake away the memory of my house and try to remember that I'm going to have fun tonight.

[ali]

The boy is still clearly nervous- a feeling I totally understand. I remember my first time- I couldn't stop shaking before hand but afterwards I didn't feel as nervous or scared anymore. My first time wasn't that long ago to be honest, but I can't exactlly pin point the exact date since I was most likely off my head on drugs again. Or reeling in the backlash of withdrawal. It might of been a month ago. Or just after I got kicked out. I wonder how my parents were doing- undoubtedly doing better without their drug addict daughter in the house to ruin everything. I pusht that memory aside and I try to think of another way to reassure him that it'll be okay- so I get my moneys worth. A selfish thought I know but I need the money. I pause for a moment before gentley carresing his face in order to calm his nerves. I look at him and smile sweetly, maybe telling him my name will calm his nerves.

"I'm Callidora"

I look up at him, into his eyes. I wonder what his life is like. Maybe he lives alone and is like me, parentless. Or maybe he has loving parents despite the fact that they are poor and penniless. I wonder if he works, and I wonder if he has enough money to feed himself and any family he may live with. I wonder if he went to my school- not that I can remember anyone from school anymore. It was so long ago since then. I didnt miss school, school wasn't brilliant when I was there anyway and I doubt it had changed. I bet it was still the same grey school dinners that were served by the greasy dinnerladies. I nearly gag at the thought but stop myself- looking at the boy.