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[kendall]

CHARM AUBERGINE

beauty queen on a silver screen 

"Charm, go away you little twit." 

"I didn't even do anything." My small weak voice says. My older brother towers over me and I set back. He didn't even have to say anything to have my cower in fear. I know he should have that power over me. All I had to do was stick up for myself and then the problem would cease to exist. Except, I never did. The anger boiled through my veins as Valor's deep voice tries to strike me with mean lies. 

"You can't run to mommy and daddy today." 

I shake my head, trying to get past him. Valor's body stands in my way and I am forced to stand there and take it. I wish I could fight back but I couldn't. He was too strong. 

"What does it feel like to be a looser for once Charm?"

My head lowers, trying to hold back my emotions. I know he was referring to the latest Laybrith Games my family had hosted. Once again, my family had failed to take the crown of these secret underground death games and apperiantly it was all my fault. I was supposed to be the victor. But I placed low, just like my other siblings while my other cousins swallowed up the victor for themselves. I am still upset about how I let my own fear get to me. Now my cousin, Wallflower has boasting right about how she was 3rd in the Games and I was a lowly 8th place. I tried my hardest to escape last but it barely helped. However the shame of 8th wasn't nearly as bad as last. "I did better then you, I am only 10." I remind Valor.

He scoffs, "Except you're the savor remember? I am a disappointment."

Valor rubs it in my face as though it is a good thing he has made our parents disappointed. He grabs me by the back of my shirt as I scurry away. I groan as he pulls me back. Ripping myself out of his grasp I scowl at him.

"Maybe you were actually the mistake child."

Quickly I run out out the door with his laughs as he closes it behind me. The chilly air greats me nicely. Smiling I roll my shoulders back so I can stand up straighter. Away from my brother and sisters mean names I feel stronger. I walk down the street with my black pea coat buttoned to the last button and my scarf covers my neck. As I walk I notice a girl sitting on a bench.= by the school yard. I smile and prance over to her. "Hello. I was wondering if you wanted to play. I mean you aren't doing anything so you might as well. Seems you got no friends."

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THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

I was done with drawing for today. Of course the peacekeepers had to place me at this stupid foster home. Even though I can't hear them- I sure as well can see them. I'm surprised that I'm still completely harmless, the kids in this place are basically the devil's children. But of course since they didn't trust us having locks on our doors they just had to remove the locks. The worst part about it was that I am the closest to the living room, where all the fights happen. Here's what happened; I was just working on a drawing, minding my own business when yet another fight had went down. Since I couldn't hear, the only way I was notified was the body slamming onto my desk. That was what set me off. They just have to always come into my room? Ugh. Life sucks, really.

That is how I found myself sitting on the bench in front of the school. The outdoors is my only real way to just think to myself because it's just so hard to while living there. I always wondered why I still even try to live my life. Is it for vengeance of my mother? Or is it to prove my father wrong that I'm not that worthless little girl he had raised, that I'm way much better than that. I don't know really. A cool crisp air flows against my face as I sit on the bench. The collision of my skin with the air made me shiver. I never liked the cold much, but this is better than being inside that hell of a home.

I suspect being inside is better than the freezing cold. But god knows how long those fights end. I prefer waiting them out, around after an hour or so it'd start to cool down if I'm lucky. That is the only reason why I want to train to be a career, so I can actually kick their ass out of my room. Though the crisp wind blowing onto my face helped me calm down less. I was too busy shivering my butt off to worry about anything else, it kind of sucked really. As I stared off into space, I snapped back into reality and saw a girl in front of me. She spoke something- and I didn't understand it. Cocking my head, I squinted my eyes in confusion of what the girl had said.

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tags: your turn
Other: First post ever with Cyder! Yay!!

[kendall]

CHARM AUBERGINE

beauty queen on a silver screen 

I can't believe this is happening to me.

I really can't believe it. 

The nerve of some people.                

The girl just stared at me with a confused expression on her face. She had to be playing dumb. My siblings act like they can't hear me until I stomp my foot and walk away. From my older siblings, I could understand but for a random girl I kindly offered to play with? I could only find one word to fit this senerio... rude. I cross my arms and stare at her. "Excuse me? I am talking to you!" I said in annoyance. This humiliation of being ignored has gone on for too long. 

A cool breeze falls in our path, forcing me to pull my coat righter to my body. The gust of wind was slowly picking up, leaves dancing around my ankles and getting caught on my tights. Bending down, I brush the leaves away. I seemed to be in front of a foster home. I almost shivered at the sound of that. People say that the foster home is for children that's parents are either dead, a criminal or just don't want them any more. A lot of children like that end up in the community house a couple blocks down but some are more fortunate to have a house take them in.

It seems to me this small white haired girl is from this foster home. She should be thrilled to have someone ask her to play if she isn't wanted. What could you possibly do to make your parents not love you? Something pretty awful.

With a big sigh, I stand up a little straighter and stomp my foot in a diva-ish way. "If you are ignoring me, thats very rude of you. You should at least want to play with me since you like in that place. Usually kids in my neighborhood aren't allowed to play with foster kids," I state. Crossing my arms I look at her. 

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THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

The girl continued to talk to Cyder, causing yet a bigger face full of confusion. The female wanted to tell her so bad that Cyder couldn't hear her. But, she didn't know how to talk. The female struggled to come up with any kind of sign or expression to tell the girl in front of her that she couldn't hear. Using her hands, she pointed to herself. I, then shook her head, cant and then pointed to her ear, hear. That probably fused the girl up more, but she can't really do anything about it. What could Cyder do to conversate with the girl? Cyder wanted to talk to the girl, tell her and talk to her about the horrid foster home. Though she couldn't. Another cold breeze had passed by and wrapped around the twelve year old like a blanket. Looking up to the smaller girl in front of her, Cyder had pleading eyes. Almost as if begging her to understand.

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short posts yay sorry

[kendall]

CHARM AUBERGINE

beauty queen on a silver screen 

Blondie didn't give me much to go on. Instead of dropping the act , her face grew with more confusion. I groan and find myself throwing my arms up in the arm. "Stop playing games like this! I don't deserve this!" Then you will never guess what she did to me? She acted like she couldn't hear me! Exactly like my siblings! She tried to communicate with a set of motions but my tempt was already lit to really have them register in my mind as a way of communication.

My body got hot, probably from the amount of frustration I was feeling. I hated being ignored and home was enough. This girl picked the worst day for her to be difficult. I was already on edge and her rude staring was inching me closer to the edge of my pose. "Do  you know who I am?!" I ask her like she's dumb. Everyone knows an Aubergine or at least heard of us. "I am an Aubergine! Charm Aubergine!" The Aubergines were so big in the District, and let's not forget between the careers. My family was on of the top donators and on top of the charts. Of course there were twenty some of us total but still.

The thought of walking away from her as I grabbed my hair and tugged on it. My scalp ached from the force and I gowned for a second time and looked at the girl who had sort of a pleading look. I raise my eyebrow. Using my arms to point to my ears and them in a questioning motion I spoke. "Can you actually not hear me?" 

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THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

The girl a cross from me was about to blow a fuse, almost like a bomb until she saw the pleading look that was laid on my face. She seemed to calm down, almost in a kind of way she felt bad for me. I had to admit that got on my nerves a little bit, I disliked being treated specially, but I didn't mind. She pointed to her ears, almost if asking if I was actually deaf. Nodding my head enthusiastically, I smiled. She finally understood why I wasn't speaking or showing any sign of conversation. Looking around, I try to find a way to tell the girl in front of me my name. There is a somewhat old apple, as disgusting it may seem I point at the apple. Then, I make a movement with my hand almost saying 'drink'. After some thought, it may come to the girl's mind that I meant a drink from apples, but Juice is kind of a weird name, I can only hope that she recognizes my name is Cyder.


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OOC: Sorry, short posts :C

[kendall]

CHARM AUBERGINE

beauty queen on a silver screen 

 

When I pointed to my ears, the girl got really excited. She acted like I was some holy savior that finally understood her. I smirk I little, feeling proud of myself for understanding her. "Yay! One point to me!"  It was like one of those jig saw puzzles my mother used to play with me before she thought they were too childish for me. Remembering how I used to yell in frustration at the pieces, the satisfaction for figuring it out in the end was worth it all  I acted like I hated them, but secretly I wish someone would sit down and help be put the picture together. Talking to Deaf Girl, it was kind of like puzzle. Frustrating, yet somehow worth it all. 

I sit on the bench next to her when she points to an apple. "Juice?" I ask as she starting to drink the disgusting apple. The smell of the mush makes my button nose pinch up. The mixture of burring wood, the cold, and the apple make the time less enjoyable. Wrapping my frilly coat around me I think about what she is trying to tell me. However, I can't figure it out and just decide to stay with juice. We all have really weird names in my family. 


Quickly I stand up and kneel down in front of her. My mother will be so mad at me to find my tights are all engraved with gravel now. I point to myself .  "My name is..." I say, pulling up my sleeve coat to reveal a silver charm braclet my father gave me last year. I find one of the charms and point to it. "Charm." I smile hoping she knows what I am saying. 

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THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

The girl had scrunched up her nose when I pointed to the rotted apple on the street and made a drinking motion. She probably thought I meant that my name was Juice. Boy what a horrid name that would be. I shook my head and sighed the attempt off. She seemed to be trying to tell me her name, and she pulled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a charm bracelet. At first I squinted my eyes in confusion, and it hit me and not literally. Her name was Charm.


I felt like I had figured out a puzzle, I don't know why but figuring things out with people was fun to do. My childish side was showing as I pumped my fist in the air announcing victory. I clapped my hands together like a dork and looked at her. She still had yet to figure out my name and I was absolutely stumped on what to give her to tell her what. I scratched my head, feeling as if I were having the hardest decision of my life. I wasn't, but it probably looked like it.


An idea hit me. It may work, but it may not at the same time. I put one finger in the air signaling that I would be right back at the moment. We had Apple Cider in the fridge, so, I could just bring it out here and point at it. Though taking drinks and foods out of the house would earn a beating normally, they made an exception for me as it was how I tried to communicate with people.



As I rushed inside the house, I had bumped into someone. They were still fighting, so I was glad that I'd be outside right away. I was running through the house which earned a couple deafened yells, but I didn't care. Grabbing the drink in my hand, I rushed back outside. As I stumbled back outside and caught my breath, I practically tumbled over to the girl that I now know as Charm and pointed to the label on the drink reading Apple Cider.

[kendall]

CHARM AUBERGINE

beauty queen on a silver screen 

 

Deaf Girl or Juice, whichever you prefer, pumped her hands in the air as though she won a match at the training center. I wonder if she was even allowed to train with all the other children in district two. Usually children with disabilities don't train for the fear of being picked on by the mean jocks. I have seen it plenty of times. The big and burly boys ganging up on the weaker on their lunch break. I began to realize that they enjoyed picking on people smaller then they are. Survival of the fittest. A girl like Juice could never survive in a place were everyone was on the top of their game. I have always taken pride in being a career, my family says a respectable adolescence should train. Juice would never be able to be respected in a community of brutes and I felt bad for her.  

But I also felt empowered by the thought of being stronger.  

And as I was thinking to myself about her misfortune and my success, Juice looked frustrated. I shrugged. "I sure hope your name isn't Juice. I have heard weird names but Juice seems meaningless to me." Then I looked at her. "Right, I forgot." How easy it was to forget about her misfortune. her little finger flew up and she was off at the speed of light. Before I knew it I was alone on the streets. Sighing, I see my chance to escape and play with other children a little more to my taste. Ones with proper clothing and who can actually can have a loquacious conversation with me. My mind told me to leave by I just sat down on the bench, waiting for her arrival.  Maybe someone like her would do me good. 

She comes back with Apple Cider and points to the word Cider. "Oh, that's a little bit better then Juice. Cider." I ponder on her name. Why would someone name their child that? It's a pretty awful name. Smiling I take the apple cider and open it. The crisp smell of the drink makes my insides shiver. "Mmmm it smells good." I say, putting it under her nose. I set the cider in here lap and motion for her to follow me. "Lets go to my house to get a few things.." 

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THANKS ANNECORDELIA