Pansies [Kire]

[Sarella]

Aibreal Sasha Rain

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Today is sunny. It's one of those spring days everyone enjoys. Not too cold, but it's not hot yet either. It's also April. I love April. Right now I'm supposed to be collecting herbs for Dr. Nelson, but I'm geting distracted. I keep trying to stay focused, but a little white bunny keeps trying to get near me. When I hear Dr. Nelson call my name, I snatch up a few random plants from around me and stand up. When I get back to him, I hand him the plants.

"Stupid girl!" He says, shoving it at me. I'm very confused, why am I stupid? I watch Dr. Nelson shake his head and look up. I look up at the sky too, but there isn't anything up there. I wonder what he saw. I guess he's angry, because he pulls me away and makes me go. I don't really want to go, but I can if he wants me to. About half way down the treet, I remember he forgot to pay me, so I turn around and go back.

"Can you prove I forgot?" He asks me when I tell him he forgot. I can't exactly prove it, so end up walking on the street again with nothing. That was a useless few hours except for being outside. That though, I can do anywhere. I iwhs I had some money, because then I could get something for one of my friends. Maybe December, she'd like to get something. I wonder if October likes flowers. I can easily pick some flowers now, because flowers line the roads in Spring. Not as many as they will in May, but April still has a few nice ones.

I roam around a bit 'till I find a small patch of bright violet pansies. They are beautiful, and anything beautiful is wonderful! I feel like picking every single one, but that wouldn't be too fair. I pick three, then back up and start walking again. I smell the flowers, but flowers never did seem to have a scent to me. They all smell the same, slightly damp. I wonder if thats strange. Maybe they do smell different, just barely, so I don't notice it. That'd make perfect sense, don't you know.

I hum for a bit, making up my own tune. A little bit off, I spot Marc on the sidewalk. I smile. I like it when one of my friends is out and about. It's always lonely when I have to walk alone. Sometimes October jons me, and he's fun to hang out with. Marc's nice too, he's also very grown-up. I remember my parents always though I was a baby, even when I got a little older. Then of course, they died, but lets not get into that. Maybe I'm a bit childish. Y'never know. Walking slowly over to where Marc was, I smile dimly at him. "Do you want a pansy? I found them over there," I say, motioning over to where the wild flowers grow. "It's really pretty." I hope he likes them, because he deserves a flower, since he works so hard.

[Kire]

I was walking, to where yet I wasn't quite sure. I just let my feet move how and where they wanted to as a unclipped the leash to my mind. My mind wandered here and there, sniffing for a moment before moving on to the next thought. Perhaps I should try again to find a job, maybe get some actual money so I could buy food with what I earned, not what the others did. Or perhaps I should become a pickpocket, that would definitely help our situation. No, February would just get mad and remind me that we weren't the only ones who didn't have a lot of money. I would always argue that we never had any money, and that other people had enough. She'd never stand for it though.

And now I realize I'm near the part of District six where Aibrean said she was going to go for a small job opportunity. Maybe I would run into her, that could be nice. Or it could end up bad. I was so sure of my feelings for her, but I had no clue to how she thought of me. If she even thought of me. Was I just another person in the background to her? Or did her mind flick to me every few seconds like my mind flicked to her? I shook my head, stuffing my hands into my pockets and dropping my gaze to look a few feet in front of me. I kept walking until something made me lift my head, it wasn't a sound or something I saw. I just had to lift my head. It was a good thing I did, because there she was.

Aibrean crouched beside a small bed of bright violet pansies. It seemed she was picking the richly-coloured flowers, but she was careful as to which ones she chose. Typical Bre, always wanting the best for the flowers. If there were more people like her in the world we wouldn't have to worry about the Games. She's just so caring, and kindly. I'm sure she's not like that all the time, I've seen hints of a furious, blazing rage. But she's never shown it to anyone, that I know of, thank goodness. I don't want to know what happens when she gets in an out-of-control rage.

I just stand there, watching her and trying to seem like I'm staring, even though I am. I was probably smiling stupidly, looking like some kind of idiot gawping at a beautiful girl. She had picked three and was now making to stand up. I quickly blinked and tried to take whatever stupid facial expression I was making off of my face. I looked around and pretended that I had just noticed her. And then she smiled. At me. No one else but me. And I couldn't help but smile back, hopefully it wasn't a grin. Though you never know, I've heard that a guy's grin can be attractive. But no, better to just smile. I forced myself to take a couple steps forward, as though I wasn't frozen to the spot. She walked up to me and held out the pansies. I tried to look at the flowers and not just her, but it was hard. She was more beautiful than any flower.

"Do you want a pansy? I found them over there," She gestured towards the patch of flower that she had been crouched beside and I felt a little bit of heat rise in my cheeks as I thought of how I had been watching her the whole time she had been picking the flowers. I don't know whether she noticed or not, because she continued talking, "It's really pretty."

She held out one of the flowers to me and I thawed a bit. "I," I swallowed, telling myself to relax. She thought you were worth a flower, that's something. It was true, flowers meant a lot to her, so giving him a flower meant she appreciated him. He wasn't in the background after all. "Thank you." I tried to make my smile as genuine as possible, as apposed to the moronic grin I was trying to hide. I took the flower from her, gently, and froze for a moment as our hands touched. I looked at her beautiful gray eyes, then quickly pulled my hand away. I was still delicately gripping the flower, and still staring at her eyes. I looked away and tried to look at something else, but no luck. My eyes just kept coming back to hers.

Oh well, I suppose I'm just a little more obvious than I would like.

[Sarella]

Aibreal Sasha Rain

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Marc's expression looks a little silly. "I-" He says, and his throat moves like it does when people swallow. "Thank you." He finally says. Now his smile gets very goofy, like a cross between many different facial expressions. I giggle a little, because he looks very funny doing it. If only December could see his face! I hand him the flower, then take my hand back to the other two. It's very pretty, and I stare at it for a bit before looking back up at Marc. He is looking at something else, but quickly turns his gaze back to me. He does it a few times. I don't get why he'd need to do that, so it's quite a mystery to me. Most people do shift their gaze, but he's doing it so very much. Hmm.

I stroke the stems of the other two flowers. It's smooth, and very green. Bright and smooth, bright and smooth, a wonderful combination. I stare at the flowers, enjoying how pretty they are. They actually make my eyes feel good, and the longe rI stare the better my entire body feels. Maybe I'm a bit obsessed with flowers. But it's not only flowers! Anything pretty makes me feel good. Pretty hair, clothes, flowers, grass, houses, even just colors that look pretty are wonderful. Gorgeous. Magnificent. Splendid. So many words to describe them as! It's impossible to ignore the beauty of something so simple as a Pansy. I would never be able to pick a favorite flower. Ever. I couldn't hurt their feelings! Imagine you were a flower, and you thought everyone loved you, then another flower is chosen to be better! It would be extremely unfair, so I don't ever choose favorites when it comes to plants.

I'm especially happy Marc isn't gripping it too tightly. I hate when people squeeze flowers like they aren't living. My teacher told me that plants are living things, and they need air and sun and whatnot just like us. It probably hurts quite a lot to merely get yanked out of the ground. That's a reason why I try not to take too many, too avoid hurting too many, and I never squeeze them like choking them. Sometimes I talk to them, because flowers must get pretty bored always being on the ground. Since they can't talk to eachother, and humans don't talk tot hem, I tend to keep them company when I can. Pretty, innocent things don't deserve to get harmed. Reminds me a bit of The Hunger Games. People from around here go every year and die. As in, never see your family or friends again. Shaking my head, I focus back on the situation at hand. My thoughts wander too much.

"Did you have a good day..?" I question. I truly am interested, because if he's had a bad day maybe I could cheer him up. I like cheering people up. I always feel bad when people are unhappy, even though more than haf of the people in District 6 are already unhappy. I can't give everyone flowers though. If I did that, there'd be no more flowers! So I stick to my friends, and trust them not to be mean, even though all of them are mean occasionally. I try not to be mean, and have succesfully not hurt anyone while knowing them.

[Kire]

She giggles at me, though why I'm not sure. I suppose making her giggle is better than making her laugh outright, because it means that she actually likes whatever it is. Right? Man, girls are hard to understand, but I try my best. She watches me for a moment, just looking at me, then beings to stroke the stems of the two flowers she still holds. She's now looking at the flowers in her hand, and not at me. I take the time to let out as quiet of a sigh as I can. Thankfully, I couldn't hear anything. I don't want her to think that I don't like her looking at me. It's the opposite really, I just think that I'm going to do something stupid. When her beautiful eyes are on me I feel my heart beat faster and I get a knot in my stomach. It's not unpleasant, but it's taxing. So yeah, I don't want her getting the wrong idea about me.

My breath catches as I see her eyes flick to me again, but she's only looking at the flower in my hands. I was holding it carefully because of her great love for flowers, and the fact that she might school me about how to hold a flower properly. A small shake of the head seems to wake her from a little reverie she was having, gazing at the pansy I held. But now her eyes really were on me. Here comes that feeling again. I do my best to keep from giving her the flower like a gift, reminding myself that she had just given it to me and that it would look like I decided I didn't want it. Which I did. But only because it was from her.

"Did you have a good day..?" Was she asking me because she actually wanted to know, or because she was trying to make conversation. Woah man, calm down, just answer the question. It's a simple one after all. The question may be simple, but my feelings sure aren't. No, stop thinking about that, just answer her question. I looked at the flower in my hands, then to the ones she clutched, then at her face. I tried desperately to sober my grin into a smile. "Well, I wasn't able to find a job, but it's not like that isn't anything new." Whatever expression I had managed before had faded into a grimace. I hated not being able to bring home any money. It made me feel like I was useless, even when February tried to convince me otherwise. "And now I have a beautiful flower from a b-" Oh no, I had almost let slip that I thought she was beautiful. She was, but that wasn't the point. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to know my feelings just yet.

Hopefully she didn't catch that, I'll just rewrite that sentence, even if I can never take it back. "from a friend." I tried to smile, but I wasn't sure how well I managed. As long as it didn't look too fake. Oh jeeze, I'm not winning at all with this. Girls, so complicated. It's not the girl that's complicated, it's your feelings for her. Yeah yeah, I know. I just wish I could tell her. Maybe I should buy her a flower, if I ever get any of my own money. I don't want to use the other's food money for my own personal gains. Even if February forgave me, which she wouldn't, I wouldn't forgive myself. No, I would find a way to get her some flowers, that doesn't involve stealing food from the others.

And then I have a thought. What about katniss? It's a pretty flower, and it is also a food source. If I could find some I could provide food for the others, and give Bre a pretty bouquet. But where would I find some? I'll figure that out later.

[Sarella]

Aibreal Sasha Rain

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His grin changes to a smile and I anticipate his answer. "Well, I wasn't able to find a job, but it's not like that isn't anything new." He says, and I wonder what the smile might be for. Maybe he's just in a good mood. That happens to me sometimes, even when things aren't going well, I just feel good for some reason. I feel happy for him since he's feeling good right now. I hate it when people feel sad, or angry, or even sometimes, like they don't feel. I get that sometimes. Like I'm not even attached to my body, but I'm watching life like a movie. But only sometimes. The thought he was in a generally good mood vanishes into thin air when he gets an upset expression. It was often like that with my friends. If they felt they didn't have anything, they'd get sour and all. I don't think it's worth it to be sour. The mere fact they are alive and not starving to death or being hurt makes me content.

"And now I have a beautiful flower from a b-" he says, but stops mid sentence. That's curious. I wonder what he was about to say. "From a friend." he closes. I nod my head. He grins a bit, but it looks sloppy. Was I annoying him? Oh I do hope I'm not annoying him! That would be terrible, absolutely awful. I worry around a bit, looking at him. I'm both curious and worried t the same time, and my mind can't seam to pick. Maybe I should just leave. I'd tell him how my day went, but I don't usually feel like letting everyone know how I spent my day. It's just how I am. I either say good or bad and that's it. Nobody ever asks nything else. The flowers made my day good though, so there isn't any point in saying I'm having a bad day. Well, my day was bad but now I'm good. Does that make sense? I don't know, maybe.

He seems to be in thought now. Thought about what? His day? I can't read minds. Well, can I? I heard a story once about this woman who could read minds and levitate objects. That'd be cool. "I had a good day today. Except Dr. Nelbin called me stupid and wouldn't pay me. But I didn't do it right anyways." I report. I mostly just enjoyed the sun today. There are so many akward silences when I tried to talk to Marc. I don't want to yak on about my thoughts. Anyways, whenever I do, people thing I'm crazy. Is it that bad to believe flowers had feelings too? Like I said before, my teacher promised me flowers were living things. Living things have feelings, don't you know. If a flower is alive it has feelings. I wish I could be a flower. No one would call me crazy. Instead they'd pick me and love me 'till I died. Maybe they'd water me. Oh, being a flower must be so splendid.

"Welp," I say and swing my arms, "I guess we should either find some job to do or go back home." That really is the most we could do. I can't buy anything, since I have no money. Really, some days I feel pretty strange not having anything.