Sunrise (Finished)

[jimmylost]

OOC: I've decided to give Mel some colour so living, speaking.
Mel woke before dawn with a familiar feeling coursing through her. As she looked around her dark room everything felt distant and fuzzy. There was a pressure that pulsed in her ears and hung around her brain making everything feel muted, foggy. In the times when this feeling subsided she would always curse herself and promise to do more to get back to normal whenever the fog returned again. Every time it did she broke that promise. In her normal frame of mind she feared these times more then anything, her heart would race just thinking about what would happen the next time. Now though she let herself be pushed and pulled by the strange force inside her making her way through her room blindly and got dressed. When she was ready she made her way to the front door, picking up her bag from the table nearby and slinging it over her shoulder in a practiced motion. She walked out of her house and down the street, there was one thought coursing through her brain.
I want to see the sunrise
She wasn't aware of it but she was whispering that sentence to herself over and over as she walked through the streets of District Three. Some words fading in and out of being audible to passers by, if there were any, creating disjointed phrases whispered to the air.
Her feet stopped and Mel looked to see where they had taken her. She stood in front of an old damaged building, one of the tallest structures in the district, nothing but the metal structure towering over the area like a giant metal claw. Mel's eye caught a beam that stood out from the rest of the building hanging out from almost the very top.
That's where I need to be she thought.
The two phrases running through her mind slipped out her mouth out of order and bunched together as she reached the base of the building and began to climb. Higher and higher she went concentrating only on the perch that was destined for her.
"Need where to sunrise to see the sunrise that's where the sunrise needs to be" Her words where getting louder as she approached her destination.
Finally her hand grasped the base of the beam and she swung herself up so that she was sitting on it. Having reached her perch she quieted and looked toward the east, toward the sunrise.

[Prince Inigo]

(I can post. I thought it was dead because of the date.)

Darkness encroached a bedroom, transforming previously bright objects into black counterparts barely visible. Though the chamber was blanketed bleak, the smell was not evil, instead bewitching and enticing; vanilla and cotton candy lingered in the air, mixing little and distinguishable to the trained nose. The quarters were large, spacious, fit for a little lady.

A blond youth, content in sleep, lazily awoke before the sun made its kingly entrance, beautifying the world with rays of pleasantry and expanding color across the lands. She emitted a soft, girlish groan in her throat; no light meant the girl would not be able to see loveliness.

The parties from the night prior had tinkered with her internal clock. She was having the most wonderful time, laughing among the higher-class and the middle-class that could afford to behold extravagance. With such social events, the Career could cater to potential future sponsors and get on many good sides. Unfortunately, said balls and parties ruined her sleep lately.

After dressing into a red flower-printed blouse and white long blouse, the girl made way outside, careful and quiet to make not a sound in the company of sleepers. She headed to the streets, searching around. By sudden thought, she had imagined the approaching of a blazing yellow ball, its gift of optimism stretching across the lands, and decided to attend to its daily breaking.

Green orbs scoured for a wonderful spot to view the peeking of the giant eye. They spotted an abandoned building with a beam. The girl was feeling quite adventurous at the moment of time. A smile formed as she walked to said building and climbed her way up carefully. The blond had already adapted to doing tasks easily with boots, so she was confident about getting up.

She got to the top, sighing relief with exhaustion. The Career was about to pull herself up until green eyes espied another person here before her. A frown formed. "It's a popular spot, it seems," she called from below. "A dangerous one, though. Old abandoned buildings are always dangerous, rusty, and dirty. Are you here for the same thing I came? Sunrise is--- Ah!" Her strength was waning quickly through the chatter. "H-H-Hey! Is there space up there? I'm starting to slip!"

[jimmylost]

OOC: since when does five days old mean inactive?
She inched herself forward to the very edge of the beam so that she was clinging on with her toes through the soft souls of her shoes her hands clutching the the lip of the beam. The pre-dawn light was already staining the sky bringing the whole world into a surreal focus. The skyline of District three seemed to glow from within with no visible light source. Mel raised her hands so that only her toes and balance kept her clinging to the beam. She raised her hands in front of her face, they too were glowing with the sourceless light that had infected the sky.
Her heart beat faster. She looked up towards the horizon knowing that the early glow was just dramatic tension to assure focus on the main event. Her eyes wide she began repeating only one word now.
"Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise"
She didn't even blink she wasn't going to take her eyes away for anything, or at least that's what she thought. a tremble went up the old building, while only a minor vibration it threatened to unbalance her. She didn't move to correct herself, somewhere deep down she wanted to fall. She remained though even though the trembling continued. She recognized the pattern of movement, someone else was climbing up the bulling.
Mel didn't move beyond the swaying caused by the other. eventually they themselves became audible rather then just there movements. When the person was very near her voice filtered up over the beam for Mel to hear.
"It's a popular spot, it seems," said the voice "A dangerous one, though. Old abandoned buildings are always dangerous, rusty, and dirty. Are you here for the same thing I came? Sunrise is--- Ah!" her voice cut out for less then a second and when it returned sounded panicked "H-H-Hey! Is there space up there? I'm starting to slip!"
Slip...slip...Mel I'm slipping!
Mel snapped out of it, right back to reality and life and danger. She didn't have anytime to adjust though there was someone climbing up who sounded close to falling. With her brother's final words still ringing in her ears she quickly made her way to the other end of the beam and offered the girl her hane.
"Here let me help you up"

[Prince Inigo]

(...Since my tiredness has made me think that May was last month. lol .-.; )

The blond was frantic though did not move her legs in an erratic pattern; she knew that doing any unnecessary movement would endanger her life tenfold. A hand was offered, and she took it gratefully, her other hand still clutching onto the beam.

"How kind!" the girl shouted while attempting to get on the beam. "That would have been a mess if I fell. Maybe I should have fixed my grip better. I wouldn't have to bother you that way. If I stay down here long, we'll both miss the sunset!"

[jimmylost]

"Sunrise..." Mel felt the fog returning with the word.
This time she shook it away and concentrated on the girl.
"You can join me up here if you want the beam should hold both our weight, since neither of us is very big, at least for the time it takes to see the sunrise."
She raised the girl's hand a little higher so she could grasp the edge of the beam.
"Just remember to keep three points of contact at all times and you shouldn't slip again"

[Prince Inigo]

"That would be great," the girl said, now pulling herself on top and trying to maintain balance. "I like being with other people. And yes, I don't think this beam should shift under our weight." She smiled. "Thank you. What's your name? I'm Pystan Jam."

Her mixed-green eyes shifted between the savior and the peeping eye's place to appear. Morning would come quickly and slather color soon. The blond was keeping watch.

[jimmylost]

OOC: ok I've deiced to have this take place the day of the reaping just to add of bit of tension ext. so we have to finish this by the 22nd in case one of our characters gets reaped (which is very likely considering there's only two other D3 females so far)
"Melanie Clark" she introduced "call me Mel...whoa."
Looking at Pystan she saw something over her shoulder. The sun might be rising in the east but something else was coming in from the west. A dark splotch with none of the inner light of pre-dawn was moving toward them from the west. Mel felt the blast of icy breeze hit her face directly. A summer storm coming early to District Three.
She turned back toward the east the storm would come on it's own the sunrise was waiting. The sky near the horizon was already stained orange, Mel shifted back to her spot both to get a better view and to make room for Pystan.

[Prince Inigo]

(So you want to stretch out this out till the 22nd or just wait till then? xD Yeah... I put 3 tesserae on her, so I'm more likely. lol x'D )

Pystan smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Mel." She tilted her head as Mel had seen something from the opposite direction of the approaching sun, then the blond turned. Perceived was a dark, alien blotch approaching them. Coldness unexpectedly kissed her face into a shiver. She had gotten the idea that it was a storm making its own spontaneous grand ceremony early for the summer. "How awfully strange. A storm? It's quite early for those, especially for the coming heat. What a drag."

She sighed but kept spirits high as attention was averted to the sun arousing across the lands. An orange crack begun the process of sunrise, bringing forth audible awe from her lips.

[jimmylost]

OOC: ya I may be signing Mel up for tesserea, not sure yet and I meant the 20th, like before the reaping.
Finally the sun broke out. As expected it was beautiful, the perfect beginning to the potential end of her life.
"It's not so strange the district is so big" she said talking about the gathering clouds behind them "all the paved areas in District Three, messes up the water cycles and ground temperature, makes weird weather. If we were any closer to a major water source there'd probably have flooding problems too."
Sometimes it was strange the things she remembered, she couldn't fully recall what she had had for dinner last night but the conversation with her older brother about weather pattens and how to manipulate them came back in almost exact detail.

[Prince Inigo]

(Ah, okay. I'll try harder to hurry this up for the 20th, then. :3 )

Green orbs grew as the yellow peeping began. Beauty, brilliance, and Babylonian grace would encompass the world into optimistic splendor shortly and in a show spectacular. Eyes became glassy under the angelic spell of a rising glorious sun.

Pystan's trance was slightly broken listening to Mel. She gawked, easily a bit baffled by rambles of details. "I never knew that sort of weather information before. You're quite knowledgeable. Why's that? Sure that you would know weather if we have technology predicting forecasts, but you know more than the average person, Mel."

[jimmylost]

"My brother, Malcolm, used to be really into that stuff, if it was up in the air he knew about it; space, weather, planes, skyscrapers. People used to say he should have been born in District six, or ten, somewhere where his talents didn't go to waste. He was always going on about that stuff to anyone who'd listen"
Mel felt a tear fall down her cheek though she wasn't sure if it was caused by the blinding light of the rising sun or the painful memories.

[Prince Inigo]

Pystan plastered awe on her face. Her brows rose and mouth opened into a little o. "I can't understand stuff in the air, really. Perhaps he should have, but there is technology here, I think, for weather and space. You know, air shuttle development, machine efficiency, and the---"

She ceased chatter as she perceived a tear fall from Mel's face. The girl reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew a silk handkerchief of pink hue. On the bottom corner was a stitched-on red screwdriver. "Do you need this? It's clean and soft."

[jimmylost]

No I'm fine, just the sun's very bright, it made my eyes water. That's what she meant to say those were the words in her head but the words that came out her mouth were completely different.
"He fell" she said with a catch in her throat "they all fell."
Leonor probably thought she was crazy just saying things like that out of the blue. How the hell was she supposed to know what Mel was talking about.
Well I am crazy though aren't I? she thought recalling the circumstances that brought her here.
A boom of thunder echoed around them snapping Mel out of her thoughts.
"We should probably get down, it'll be really dangerous up her in the rain. This things like a giant lightning rod, not to mention it's much harder to climb down wet metal."

[Prince Inigo]

Pystan neatly stuffed the handkerchief back into her pocket. Frown. Fell? So they're dead? Your brother and whoever they are?" She bit some of the lip inside her mouth, pressed together.

Detected was thunder encasing them. The blond hated bad weather. "I agree. I'm not ready to get electrocuted any time soon." She began descending carefully. "If rain comes, I'll get a cold and possibly break my bones on the fall. That wouldn't be pleasant, don't you think? We or I would die on an awful day. I'd rather die in the sun or under a calm moon."

[jimmylost]

Mel followed her down. She manipulated her rout so she could face the girl as they climbed down.
"Actually from this height I think you'd die before hitting the bottom, and I don't think the most beautiful weather in the world could make this a good day"
Mel swung herself down a few floors and hung upside down from her knees waiting for Pystan to catch up. She was now looking directly at the approaching storm. From this angle it looked like the dark cloud was crawling along the pink and purple ground and the sheet of rain was being pulled up towards the city in the sky. Mel thought that she liked this view better, at least this way the life threatening danger was clearly visible in the sky below her rather then hiding in the city above her.
Mel flipped back up when too much blood started rushing to her head. She looked up to see how Pystan was doing.