Fairytales {are just a myth} ://Open//:

[://Lacilia IS BACK!//:]

Lacilia Darkshadow ; District 5 ; 4682B4
I don't care for your fairytales; your so worried 'bout the maiden, though you know she's only waitin' on the next best thing...

It was almost four thirty when Laci returned to her rendezvous point. Granted, it was self-set and she was the only one there, but it was the place that she came to every day after she went for a run.

She'd left her jacket at home, and was glad she did- the warm leather was the last thing she needed while running. Though the upcoming winter chill had started up around noon, the movement had generated enough heat to keep her warm. Now that she stopped, however, she shivered slightly from a sudden breeze. It was the smallest sign of weakness, communicating to others that she, too, was vulnerable to the cold.

And she didn't like it.

Lacilia wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the fence that lined the grazing area. The cattle mooed gently, and one bold calf trotted over towards her. It came up to the fence and nibbled on Laci's hair, causing the girl to recoil in disgust. She loved animals- that was almost a given in District 5 -but cow saliva on her hair was where she drew the line.

"Seriously?" she growled, pulling the ponytail in front of her shoulder to observe the sickening mess. "Seriously. You idiotic cow, why the hell would you think my hair was food?" She spun, holding the hair in front of her."This is not food. This is disgusting. Understand?"

The calf just looked at her, snorted, and ran back to its mother. It was a pointless effort, but when you have slime in your hair, it's worth the frustration.

Presently, Laci grimaced, beginning to comb the saliva out of her hair with her fingers. It was a laborious process, since the mass was so tightly collected in the ponytail. This was easily solved as she yanked the tie out of her hair, releasing the full length of it.
Lacilia rarely wore her hair down, mostly because of her constant running schedule, but also because it was a hassle to keep pushing it out of her face. In total, it went past her shoulder blades and reached her mid-back. She reached back and grabbed the offending slime, pulling it back in front and continuing to comb it through.

"Damn cow..." she muttered, glaring at the ground. Another breeze picked up and tossed a few early leaves around past her face. This time she didn't shiver, her thick hair having covered most of her bare arms. Her capris, torn at the knee from constant kneeling to take care of the younger animals, allowed a bit of the chill to reach her shins, but other than that she was comfortable.

Laci sighed and sank down, her back against the fence. Her fingers wound through her hair still, but she did it unconsciously, staring down at her feet. She preferred running with bare feet as opposed to with her shoes on, which was far from common. However, it gave her an advantage- not only could she run on twigs and leaves, but her feet were all but weather resistant by now. She could run during the hot summer months, and also during the colder winter. Her shoes were worn usually, but running was its own.

Running was her escape.

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, man made up a story, 'said that I should believe him- go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight, but I don't want the next best thing...

Character; Lacilia Darkshadow
Words; 537
Lyrics taken from; Fairytale by Sara Bareilles

[[Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D=]

ash soleil.

Sometimes, I wished winter would freeze the ground of my district completely. I wished it would freeze the Earth so well that I wouldn't be able to differentiate between grass and ground, snow and ice. It would make things so much simpler if everything was cold. I everything was winter, and if everything was the same. Complexity in my life was such a bother...it was hard--so hard to deal with it.

My hunting knife was inside my boot, as always. There was nothing so special about it though, even if my mother had given it to me. Then again, thinking of my mother wasn't something I often did. She was constantly on my mind, sure, but never actually in the middle of it. Not like now. And besides, all that followed thoughts of my mother were scars and raised voices. Nothing I wanted to remember.

Too bad no one could choose their memories.

The open pastures I passed were nothing too special either; most of them were just empty, save a few animals here and there. My gaze flickered over to a couple, indifferent, unseeing. But when I saw the last one, I spotted something different. Something that caught my eye. A girl and a cow together was something interesting, after all. I could pass over a girl and a horse easily. Two girls would be even more average. But a cow? I watched as the animal pulled at her dark hair and found my mouth working into a smile. I pressed it down though, concentrating instead on the rest of the cattle that I hadn't noticed before.

I approached the pasture slowly and paused near the fence, a few feet away from the girl and cow. At first, I didn't stop; I continued to walk. But something caught my eye then, and I couldn't help but pause. "Just out of curiosity..." I began, uncertain. My head turned slightly toward her, but not enough to be really facing her. "But why aren't you wearing any shoes?" It was, in my opinion, a very valid question. I never went anywhere outside without shoes. It was probably because of my District 9 upbringing.

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[clovegoodshot]

I love you through the hard times through the nice times through your worst.

I cry for you and pray for you so much it almost hurts.

I miss you when your near me, I miss you when your gone.

But it doesn't matter, you don't care for me.

I am just your Breaking Dawn.

~Clove Goodshot

My feet hit the ground, on my tip-toes, then my heels. Tip-toe, heels, tip-toe, heels.

The beat is regular to me. I run every day. My Z-Pod is attached to my arm, and I hear the song shuffle through my head.

Oh please, please, please, baby I beg you to stay with me, me, me, oh honey let me-

And then lyrics continue. I know the song by heart now and so I know every word, and every word flows through my head before they actually play in the song. I keep running, and run right into a group of two girls, one jogging with no shoes.

Sudden pain. That is what hits me out of the black as the knife that I always keep in my shoe shifts a little and cuts into my right foot. "AH!"

I let out a cry of shock, a cry of pain. I fall to the ground right in front of the two girls. How embarrassing, but I am in to much pain to think about embarrassment right this second.

"Help me, please, please help!"

I feel on the verge of passing out. Black circles swirl around me. I hope they can help.

((((((ironically, Clove has always been a runner and and keeps a knife in her shoe so I found it amusing!)))))))