"Insanity takes all,,(Charade)

[kiah]

QUAYNANCE FABBIO

Lost…. Did you ever think it would be possible to be lost, trapped in a body that you have no control over? It’s much like being in a nightmare, but in this nightmare there is no escape… you are trapped. A cold forbidding air surrounds you, constantly reminding you that you were alone… that no one loved you, that you were trapped in this shell like thing. That is how I feel… My body is not like a sanctuary for me… not my heave, it’s my hell… I have to suffer being trapped deep down in this body that I once owned… A body that I once called my own, that I once called my home, my safe haven. Is now the body that I now call my nightmare…

She runs her grubby fingers over the ground, looking, looking for something, something that would cure her cravings. All she wanted was to hear someone scream in pain… to beg her for mercy… She remembers the time when she had claimed this body… the time when she had taken the one thing that mattered most to this girl, and made it into the monster that exists now. People call her insane; say that she is a monster. Mothers hide their children as she wanders down the street. She is what a naughty child is threatened with… “You be good, or I will get that insane bitch on you! And you now I will!” they would say.

The once beautiful eyes that had claimed her face were now clouded with insanity of the monster that now inhabited her body. The insanity hides the life that used to be there. There is no happiness in her eyes, only a madness that gleamed wildly throughout her gaze. The beautiful young girl she used to be was now a monster that craved to feel blood in her fingers. No amount of pain that she served out was enough. She needed more. Her face was not the face that glistened with innocence, but with madness. She remembers her first victim like it was only yesterday. Insanity was only young when it had committed its first crime…

I used to have a normal life. A life where I lived with people I loved. Where people loved me. I never meant to let insanity claim me. I was young and I didn’t know what was going on… I was weak. I had to watch as I had killed my sister… I saw it though my eyes, it was my actions that had struck out with that knife and sunk it deep into her stomach. But I hadn’t had any control. I had tried to stop myself, but I wasn’t thinking straight, it was like I had another person’s thoughts running through my mind Kill her, blood. Oh yummy blood. I must kill her It had said as the knife sunk deeper and deeper into her body. I screamed out for my body to stop, but nothing had come out. That’s when I realised that I had no control over anything I did… I had to watch as I stole my sisters life. I desperately try to get rid of the blood thirsty thoughts. I had to look in to my sisters eyes as the life left her… after she realised who was the one to end her life… and yet I had no say… the betrayal had seen there was enough to cause me to break… but yet my body didn’t stop it just kept going, just kept going…

That night once I had got home my body was covered in blood, and I was back to my normal self… insanity having been satisfied for the time being. That night I ran away from home, scared that if I stayed there that same fate might come to my family. Scared that if I stayed there insanity would once again take over my body and claim the lives of more people that meant everything to me… But soon insanity never left my body. It grew stronger and stronger… and now I was trapped inside my own body.

She finds nothing to satisfy her craving. Getting to her feet she starts to head to a place where she knows she will be able to cause some havoc. She goes into the centre of the District, a place that she liked to avoid. But drastic needs result in drastic measures. She grins evilly to herself as her feet lead her away to a place where the fun will being.

[charade]

Greetings and salutations, I'm your host with the most, C! The person who has taken it upon himself to chronicle the fabulous misadventures of one Erik Strauss, of District Twelve. I will continue to try my best to lay out his strange story as I see it. It is my hope that the person that finds this journal will learn from his mistakes, learn how to laugh, or just, think deeply. Or toss it in the rubbish bin. It's all up to the reader to do with things like this as they will. I'm not the Capitol and this is not required reading. Hardeharhar. Anyway, if you've made it this far, you must enjoy this to some degree. This chapter happens during the day, as opposed to the previous one in which he insulted poor Dandy without exactly meaning to. Not a ladies man is this one.

The day had been droll enough to bore Erik to tears, and he had taken to wandering across the district again. He was in a better mood than he had been the last couple of days, for the games were slowly creeping up on them again, and with them, another chance to get out into the big wide world and become famous. Few understood this line of thinking, fewer still if Dandelions reaction was anything to measure against. He hadn't seen the thin smiling girl in several days, no thanks to the late night meeting that had ended in her leaving his house in a huff.

Erik had learned his lesson after that, keeping mum on his thoughts and not inviting any other fellow late night walkers back to his house. It just wasn't healthy. As well as being a complete waste of fresh lemonade and his precious time. Well, why spend time moping over yet another person that only had the time to insult him? Kicking a rock down the side of the road , every time his foot connected with it, he imagined it was a brick that had come loose from a wall. A brick that could be used to build something to get himself away from everything. If that made any sense.

Drawing close to the border of the square and the seam, he found it odd that few people were milling about, in particular, he was confused to see a rather dirt streaked girl scrabbling about. She was one of the ferals, Likely an orphan, perhaps too much for the group homes to handle, but smart enough to stay out of the peacekeepers clutches. Just another dime a dozen sob story that was infinitely more interesting than his own. Sparked with a sudden interest, he kicked the rock towards her and wondered if she would kick it back.

[kiah]

QUAYNANCE

Her feet slid along the ground. A destination in mind. Just follow the path, follow the path, it will show you the way. Quaynance never really like being in the eyes of the public, it always drew too much attention. But today she felt this urge. This urge to expose herself, to let herself run wild, and free. With no limits and restrictions. Jut to be herself. Something that will cause havoc. Quaynance wasn’t seen as tamed in the eyes of the District, she was seen as some feral creature, a creature that was not fit to be roaming the streets. But what could they do about it. Some people pity her. They think that she is some poor girl who has no idea what she is doing. That she is not in her right frame of mind. Which is correct. She is insane. But somewhere deep inside this wild girl is they girl that she used to be. is the girl that people had once called their friend. She was just trapped. Scared and alone. As the evil monster that now control her body, used t to its will, to wreck the life she had built. To destroy the girl that used to be.

You feel as though you are being torn away from the world you love, you think to yourself, you tell yourself, that if you were ever to rule over your body ever again, that you would take your life. Not wanting to live through everything that you had done. Not wanting to live through what you had become. You had killed you had bullied, you had planned to kill. You remember the times when your body had craved to hear people scream at you to give them mercy. You had felt disgusted, but your body had told you different, it seemed to shine, to warm as the kids, boys, and girls, had screamed for you to let go. It was with your hands that you had done all of this, but it was not your heart. It wasn’t

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Her face is streaked with mud, and dirt, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her eyes seem to examine the place around her. She felt put o place, like water in the dessert. She didn’t seem to match this place. These people were civilised, well as civilised as you could be living in District 12.

Now, what can I do? something that will… Entertain? She thought slyly to herself, her face forming into a evil grin. A grin that meant trouble. Her eyes were drawn to a sudden movement to her left. Her eyes are drawn to the stone, like a moth would be drawn to a light at night. Following the rock until it comes to a standstill at her feet. Quaynance could feel something burn inside her. Suddenly her face flew up so she could look at the person who would dare chuck a stone at her. Her eyes meet the boys, and suddenly she has the urge to shrink away, het away from the prying eyes of this boy. It wasn’t the fact that is was a boy, or that he was in the area, it was the fact that he had caught her attention, meaning that he had noticed her…

The girl couldn’t think straight. Yes this is what she had wanted to be notice. But not for this reason. She hadn’t even done anything yet. She hadn’t asked for his attention, not yet! A snarl slid onto her face as she pulled her lips back. “What?! What do you want?!” she growled at him, bending down she picked up the round stone. It was hard and looked like it could do a lot of damage. To a window. And maybe…. Even more. She slid the rock into her sleeve. Keeping it. Like a trick up her sleeve. The insane girl almost laughed her own joke.


(OOC= sorry I changed the POV of my charrie! D:)
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