Beach, beach [Pogue]

[Ella]

Finn O' BRIAN ☼ sixteen ☼ male

I move my tan, bare feet rhythmically across the beach, wearing navy blue shorts and a bare chest. The sand puts itself in between my toes and sticks to the bottom of my large feet. Green eyes scan my surroundings. First one here! The beach is empty, except for the small bright red crabs and of course, myself. People will be here, soon, though. I just know it. Usually people get here early of course. The sun peeks out over the horizon, just waking up for a morning of hard work. The full moon is almost gone, to make room for obviously, the sun. It's the most peaceful time, in my opinion. Others think it's right at noon, some think it's when the moon is out and in full view. Wierdos, am I right? Yes, I am right.  The greenish blue waves wash dully against the sandy, now wet shore. I long for that feeling of my warm feet in the cool water day and night. It feels so... just nice. Nothing special. Just that. I flip my dirty blonde hair to the side as my hands rest themselves safely inside my shorts pocket, feeling around for something to eat. F*ck. I forgot to eat breakfast. Oops. Not a first, definitely not a first for that. I turn my head around at the slightest noise of people talking. Loud idiots. It's about, eh, five people. They're bodies come out into the beach in swimwear and walk quickly towards the water. Probably to fish. They look very... weird. Like they're a bunch of robots programmed to walk perfectly. But that girl is quite hot... she'd definitely go out with me. If I let her! Haha. Which I never would! Who goes out with robots anyhow? Hopefully not me. I shake my head slightly and turn it back around to face the ocean. Dad is supposed to meet me here with all the fishing things. Why can't I bring that stuff? It's not that hard... and it's actually kind of fun. Plus it builds up my muscles. (Not that I need to get bigger muscles, there way big as it is!)  This morning was a rushed morning. Very, very rushed. I usually leave home at, about, 5:45 in the morning and get to the beach at 6:00. I live a long ways from the beach, all the beaches in case you were wondering. This morning I woke up at 5:44, and literally got ready in three minutes. Funny I was the first one here, considering I left later then usual today. Now you know why I didn't have breakfast, eh? Fitting breakfast in there would've meant I left at like, 5:50 which I can't have. Nope, not today. That's even worse and I don't like worse. Best versus worse. It's always best, isn't it? Eh? EH? My broad shoulders shrug themselves as my dad doesn't come through with the next batch, and my head turns towards where they have a spare fishing net. My average, tan legs stroll over to that one fishing net, hoping somebody didn't take it already. I mean, technically it's mine, but people steal. It's a part of life. The sand sticks to the wet parts of my feet uncomfortably as I make my way the short distance of a couple yards. Left. Right. Left. Right. My brain says to help me remember. Hey, we all do it sometimes. ooc: whoops forgot it was winter

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DISTRICT4 | EIGHTEEN | MALE

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You know, they say time can heal all wounds. I've heard countless people say that countless times and honestly, I wanted to believe it. I so desperately wanted to believe that what those people were saying.

But honestly, I couldn't.

Nothing had gotten better since I had been beaten down (that's literally) by my father outside of some house party.  It all seemed so idiotic now, so naive and so just useless. Yet, I couldn't say I didn't miss it. Yeah, I raved about how much I hated that life, how I hated my father and everything he was doing to our family, tearing us and tearing us like we were just pieces of paper. 

And yet, I missed it.

I would love to be able to go to a house party again, to fake socialize with some of those people like I actually liked them because that was what my life was. That was how I coped with all of the shit that was thrown at me by my father. And now, I had nothing. Literally, nothing. I had been disowned as soon as that fist had connected with my face (which, honestly, had left a scar). The only thing I really even had left was my job, lord knows why he let me keep that.

Maybe I was just being really selfish. After all, things had gotten a little better for Aurana and maybe even Thatch and Muscida. Aurana was pretty much a career now, and although that bothered me a ton, I could honestly say that it had made her life better. Sort of a happy-tragedy, almost. I lost my spot in the family, became the punching bag and yet, Aurana had stopped getting picked on. And for good reason too, that girl could shoot a bow better than any career i'd ever seen. 

I honestly didn't know what to think when this kid decided to waltz up and just take the net I was using. Sure, there were some asshole Careers in this district (maybe I was one of them and just didn't realize it yet), but most of them had the actual sense not to just take things. "Eyyy um, what the fuck are you doing?" Honestly, I might have added a little venom in there just to maybe scare the guy, but by the looks of it, he wouldn't be. Tall, about the same height as me, a career probably, and the way he carried himself probably meant he was one of those cocky ones.

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[Ella]

Finn O' BRIAN ☼ sixteen ☼ male

"Eyyy, um what the fuck are you doing?" A voice says to me, and my blonde head turns around to face the source. A dude probably my age, maybe a year or two older and the same height stands in front of me. His question kind of confuses me. What the fuck am I doing? Well, I am getting a fishing net because I forgot mine. Of course, I don't say exactly that because I'm not that rude. (Okay fine, maybe I am) "You know... getting a fishing net. Does that bother you at all?" I raise an eyebrow at him, flipping my hair a bit. Well, he's obviously not a career. Way too stupid to be a genius career like me and those other guys and girls. Which reminds me, I have training tomorrow, well, training is nearly everyday. I can never catch a break these days, because I'll be going into those games soon. Next year or the year after that. It's not very far away, but I feel bad for the tributes I'll be with. I'll kill them all. Well, sucks to be them, eh? Not my problem, though. It's their lives. Plus they'll be in a "better place." Unless they go to hell... that'd be a worse place. Much much worse. Panem is awesome, who would want to leave? Of course, heaven sounds nice too.  Everybody says I'll go to hell. Of course they do, because they're just jealous of me. They know I'll become victor and then someday when I die I'll be the king of heaven. Okay, probably not that. Close to king, though. Prince maybe?  The sun pokes my back repeatedly as I wait for a reply from the boy. I think I recognize him. His name starts with an H, right? Henry... Holland... Harlend... no, none of those. Hades? Definitely not. Hammil! Right. His last name... eh, I don't give a shit about that part. Why do we need last names, anyway? Life would be right about a million times easier without last names. Especially for those people with really long ones like Emberstatt and Sycamore. Lowe and Saw don't seem that bad, though. Short and sweet, but Saw is better then Lowe, I might be biased on that though. The Saw people are from District 4 and then Lowe girl is from District 10, which is a dumb district. Biased it is. OOC:

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Cocky?-Check

Self-entitled?-Check

Career-Check

Hell, if I didn't know any better I would have called myself a psychic, like those shady woman that hung out near the edge of the center of the district and asked you if you wanted your fortune read, dressed up in old gypsy clothing and fingernails as long as some of the knives used in the games.

It wasn't as if anyone actually needed their fortune read these days, anyways. Maybe just for shits and giggles but really, in the districts not many people had time for that.. You were gonna be stuck here the rest of your life, convinced that you had the ocean to keep you sane, to keep you stable so you wouldn't get bored of catching fish to eat, throwing that net into and pulling it out of the water over and over and over again until your hands were as raw as the rope you were using. You weren't going anywhere. No, you didn't need a fortune to tell you that, it was perfectly easy to figure out all on your own.

"...Does that bother you?" I really do resist the urge to punch a hole through his face, or better yet take that net that he was "just getting" and strangle him with it. See, this guy was one of the big reasons I hated careers in the first place. They all walked and talked like they had some sort of ownership over everything. "Oh, that trident? Mine. That fishing net? Mine. Your soul thats bound to your body and'll never let go? mine Mine MINE." I swear, most of the Careers could be killed off by each other if you put something they all wanted in front of them and let them duke it out for it.

I don't know his name, nor do I "know his story", I highly doubted there was even anything exciting about it anyways. Today wasn't the day to start another fight with a career, like I had with Iapitus so long ago, when i'd nearly killed the kid and for what? Because he shot an arrow at me? Ha, I wonder if those fortune tellers could have told me that that would happen.

"Look, man, I need this job a lot more than you do. Just give me my net back and then we'll part ways or some shit." Honestly, I can imagine that I didn't sound like the friendliest of people at that point. In all honesty, I probably sounded tired of not just his shit, but of everything at that point. Probably because I was.

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[Ella]

Finn O' BRIAN ☼ sixteen ☼ male

I remember when I was eleven, my first day of career training. I didn't want to become a career, but I did. My little heart didn't want dad to be disappointed in me. (I'm an only child, and mom and dad wanted a career child more then anything.) "Look, man, I need this job a lot more than you do. Just give me my net back and then we'll part ways or some shit." I raise an eyebrow at his words. His net? Shit, I've been using this net for years and nobody's come up to me before. This is why I never hang out with people that aren't awesome careers like me, Finn O' Brian. They're all weak idiots. Then job? He thinks of fishing as a job? Fishing isn't a job, it's basically a hobby for most in District 4.  "Your net? It's a fucking extra net. How about we skip giving the net back and just 'part ways or some shit'?" I say to him, turning around on my heel toward the cool ocean waters.  Reasons why I hate Hammil: One, He's an idiot. Two, He thinks fishing is a job. Three, he thinks this is his net. Four, he looks terrible in a bathing suit. Five, he just seems like a really, really unlikable low life person who wont stop picking fights with much stronger and much more awesome careers. 232

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