Early Morning {Open}

[Evangeline Killian]

✶ O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S
A M I L L I O N M I L E S
A W A Y

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It was another brisk morning, the mockingjays outside were singing away as the sun crept over the horizon. Inside of a small beat up hut, a young girl was getting ready for a long days work. Her long black hair was tied up into a braided bun and she wore a beat up pair of work pants with a stained blue button down long sleeved shirt. The hut wasn't very impressive. The kitchen and dining room were in the same room, the bathroom was no bigger than a coat closet and the one bedroom was barely big enough for the two beds and dresser that occupied the room. After making sure she was ready, the young teen tied her boots and poked her head into the bedroom. On the left bed, an older woman lay there, her skin pale and a thin layer of sweat beaded her forehead. It was time to buy more medicine and the teen knew she had to work harder than before to get it. Come on Evangeline, she though quietly closing the door to the bedroom and walking outside, She's counting on you... Once outside, Eva took a sharp breath as the cool air contacted her skin. It was going to be a chilly day, but she had to help with the harvests before the crops were ruined by the frosts. Up north, it was too cold for harvest, but there was a couple more days that Eva could get a few useable crops and get the money for her mothers medicine. She had no choice. With a determined huff, Eva hurried off to the fields.

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[laggysouls]

The brisk air caught Laeryn's face as she stepped from within the doorway. She pulled up the hood of her jacket as she looked up and down the street. She shook her head, as she didn't know what she was expecting to see; Barely anyone was out this early

The night before, however, she had decided that working overtime was a good idea, since, after all, the more money she could earn, the better.

She would do this every once in awhile, as it gave her family the extra support that was needed. Every cent made a difference in her household. She zipped up the dull, brown jacket as she shivered; The thin material did little to comfort her out in the cold.

The girl makes off down the street, the sky still dark despite the rising sun in the skyline.

[Chaos Sibylle]

Chaos took the small list and handful of money from her mother. She groaned, rubbing her eyes tiredly, as she stepped out of the little shack she called a home. The ravenette dragged her feet as she walked down the broken, dreary, archaic road. She looked at her feet as she walked and zoned out, on auto-path to the market. While she continued to let her reverie consume her mind, she found herself singing:

"O child, pretty child
with the moon in her eyes

Do not fret, don't you cry
We are safe for tonight

The fire- it warms
our once freezing flesh

The river disguises
our worst a-"

The young girl finds herself falling into another being, the long black trail of Chaos' skirt doing nothing more than advocating the accident. She gasps and mutters one thousand apologies.

[ghosty]

The whole community home is still asleep. Except me. I get dressed quickly, and turn round to see the community house head, Mrs Johnson. She opened her mouth, and I get ready to accept her shouting, but all she says is 'Have fun out there, and be careful!' I walk out of the community home, the air fresh and new in the early morning. I then stop. What did I want to do? I had a few coins in my pocket, rattling against each other. I go into the town square, with the massive screen. The Hunger Games. None of the shops were open, so I sat myself down, and started to watch.

[Arrows]

A small rusted door to a worn beaten shack creaked open as a young girl stepped out into the chilling morning. She closed the door slowly and quietly behind her in an attempt to keep whoever was still inside sleeping. With the door closed she turned and looked back out over the run down district she called home. She shivered slightly at the cold air and wrapped her ripped and dirty clothes in an even more ripped up blanket to try to stay warm. She sighed and rubbed her hands against her very sullen and tired eyes in attempt to wake herself up more.

She then dug her left hand into one of her makeshift pockets and retrieved a small amount of money from the pocket. She counted the money in her hands to make sure she had enough then returned the money to her pocket. With that she then began walking slowly and unevenly down a worn and broken concrete path towards the district center.

[Chaos Sibylle]

The person she fell into simply ignored her. Chaos shrugged and picked herself up, examining the damage. "Ahh, crap.", she muttered. She had dropped the little bit of money she had and ripped her skirt so that it revealed a broken, bruised, and scraped leg. Chaos sighed and continued to walk.