Alex Duchanne D7 FIN
May 8, 2015 15:16:56 GMT -5
Post by goddessashara on May 8, 2015 15:16:56 GMT -5
Alex Duchanne
The darkness surrounded me like a cloak or a shroud, there was no way for me to escape it. I knew that it would swallow me up before I could take one more breath, I had no chance at surviving and I would be just like every other child abandoned in the dead of night. Rain beat down hard upon me, and my clothes clung to my skin like invisible hands gripping me to keep me from moving. Panic set in as I huddled up as small as I could in the shadows of the alley, waiting for this torment to end, waiting for that foretold flashback on my life to hit me before I died.
My fate wasn't to follow that path though, as a streak of lightning flashed in the sky I saw the frame of another person hovering up in front of me. At first I was scared, I thought they were here to make things happen faster, but they knelt beside me and put something around my shoulders. I could hear the voice of the person as they leaned into my ear "You're safe now, you're safe with me". It was in that moment that fatigue took over and I passed out then and there into his frame. When I finally came to, I didn't realize that the rest of my life would be changed forever.
Bring it forward a few weeks, and I'm sitting with someone who would come to be the most important person in my life, Enzo Duchanne. That night he had carried me into the woods and into the place that he apparently called home. It wasn't much but it was ours, an odd thought to be sure for kids as young as us; we made the best of it though. He had fed me and put me to sleep, and I woke up only to find him laying right beside me, his arm draped over me in fulfillment of the promise that I was safe with him. Can you really blame me for developing the feelings that eventually would be such a large part of my life?
I would spend every day at his side as he taught me to fight, to use the cover of darkness, how to steal things, everything he knew he was teaching me at the expense of his own time. With him being 13 and me only 11 we made an odd pair, but it was just another thing that made us special. How we were able to carry out everything that we did, and against the odds survive in an otherwise harsh world. As our relationship grew though, the pain of the reaping became very real to us. I can't speak for him, but for me it was like hell. I didn't want to lose him at all let alone watch is happen on the small TV that we had in our home.
With every reaping that passed we grew more and more fearful that we would be separated, but thankfully neither of our names were called. After the reaping we would celebrate together in our home, going out to steal our little feast from the people who had more than us. One night after a run in the district, Enzo turned to me and asked me what I thought about the idea of us taking in others that were like us, homeless or just outcasts from society. I'll admit I wasn't happy about it, at 15 years old with raging hormones and the boy I loved all to myself I didn't want anyone else around to ruin that.
I relented though, more because I knew he wanted to do it, then because I actually agreed with it. It turned out that letting more people in didn't hinder our relationship at all, if anything it made it stronger. Of course to say that my jealousy didn't spike every now and again would be a lie, he started to get used to it though, and would laugh it off reassuring me that I was his queen in this new family that was starting. Still though, I was turning into a very jealous person and even someone that liked to question him from time to time. I knew it annoyed him which was exactly why I did it too.
I loved to see the look of annoyance on his face when I purposely called him out at the meetings trying to catch him off guard. I'll be honest, he was so much sexier when he was annoyed with me, and it usually always meant something good would happen later on when we had time to ourselves, which was actually more often than either of us thought since our little family stayed in one section of the house and we had a room all to ourselves. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that we had expanded our home, putting all the new faces to work and creating a hideout of sorts deep within the woods of District 7.
I remember going back to the district every reaping, going to pay a visit to a mutual friend of Enzo and I's, and sitting in a dark room with them until the reaping was over. We all held out breath silently praying that neither of us would be chosen, and our benefactor as well hoped we wouldn't be separated. He was an old wizened man who chose to help us in out time of need, and was willing to act as our benefactor until Enzo came of age. Even after we would visit him from time to time to thank him for his service to us and taking us in.
Continue moving forward and I'm 17 years old now, I am the established girlfriend of Enzo and queen of the Duchanne Guild of Thieves. On top of that my look had changed dramatically from the little girl I used to be 6 years ago. I was now dark and mysterious, much to the pleasure of my king and even the other members. I was known as the greatest thief behind only Enzo, and I was okay with that. I didn't want to take his title, because in my eyes there would be no one better than him ever. A bandanna covered my mouth on every run, and to increase mobility I always wore a black tank top and shorts to match.
Depending on the mission I would wear a sash across my chest that would hold everything I needed for the run, including the set of knives that my love had stolen for me. He spoiled me so much, and I loved it. I knew I wasn't the easiest person to get along with, but we had literally grown up together, and the bond that we had would never be broken...til death do us part. Speaking of that I have almost died before, on one of the runs Peacekeepers caught us...well me...and tried to hold me for ransom to get the rest of our gang. When I tried to escape he brought his knife to my neck leaving a fresh cut against my porcelain skin. That was the last straw for Enzo who quickly dispatched him and brought me back home where he treated me.
It was just like that first night we had met 6 years ago, I woke up with his arm around me protectively, holding me close to his frame. I think it was in that moment that I wanted to be the one to have his children, feeling a surge of love fill me. I turned my body to face him, and brought my hand up to caress his face, his stubble prickling against my skin. He was mine, all mine, and I wanted to have his children...I knew he would be the most amazing father ever. Yes, he would be the father of OUR family, and we would be everything that we didn't get from the people we used to call our parents.
Finally we come to the present, Enzo is now 20 years old and will avoid the reaping, but at 18 I'm still able to be taken away from him. This thought doesn't sit well with him, and it's made him even more protective of me, even keeping me out of some of our missions because he thinks they'll be too dangerous. Naturally I argue with him and when he wins I pout, staying behind because I knew that he would be upset if I went along. It frustrated me though, and I knew that I was capable of performing well on the field still. Love was frustrating sometimes, but he always made it worth while when he knew that I was upset. In one way or another he would make sure to make me feel better about being left behind. But that's it, that's my story, one whole history that makes me who I am. A girlfriend, a queen, and a member of the Duchanne Guild of Thieves.
codeword: Odair Age: 18
District 7
My fate wasn't to follow that path though, as a streak of lightning flashed in the sky I saw the frame of another person hovering up in front of me. At first I was scared, I thought they were here to make things happen faster, but they knelt beside me and put something around my shoulders. I could hear the voice of the person as they leaned into my ear "You're safe now, you're safe with me". It was in that moment that fatigue took over and I passed out then and there into his frame. When I finally came to, I didn't realize that the rest of my life would be changed forever.
Bring it forward a few weeks, and I'm sitting with someone who would come to be the most important person in my life, Enzo Duchanne. That night he had carried me into the woods and into the place that he apparently called home. It wasn't much but it was ours, an odd thought to be sure for kids as young as us; we made the best of it though. He had fed me and put me to sleep, and I woke up only to find him laying right beside me, his arm draped over me in fulfillment of the promise that I was safe with him. Can you really blame me for developing the feelings that eventually would be such a large part of my life?
I would spend every day at his side as he taught me to fight, to use the cover of darkness, how to steal things, everything he knew he was teaching me at the expense of his own time. With him being 13 and me only 11 we made an odd pair, but it was just another thing that made us special. How we were able to carry out everything that we did, and against the odds survive in an otherwise harsh world. As our relationship grew though, the pain of the reaping became very real to us. I can't speak for him, but for me it was like hell. I didn't want to lose him at all let alone watch is happen on the small TV that we had in our home.
With every reaping that passed we grew more and more fearful that we would be separated, but thankfully neither of our names were called. After the reaping we would celebrate together in our home, going out to steal our little feast from the people who had more than us. One night after a run in the district, Enzo turned to me and asked me what I thought about the idea of us taking in others that were like us, homeless or just outcasts from society. I'll admit I wasn't happy about it, at 15 years old with raging hormones and the boy I loved all to myself I didn't want anyone else around to ruin that.
I relented though, more because I knew he wanted to do it, then because I actually agreed with it. It turned out that letting more people in didn't hinder our relationship at all, if anything it made it stronger. Of course to say that my jealousy didn't spike every now and again would be a lie, he started to get used to it though, and would laugh it off reassuring me that I was his queen in this new family that was starting. Still though, I was turning into a very jealous person and even someone that liked to question him from time to time. I knew it annoyed him which was exactly why I did it too.
I loved to see the look of annoyance on his face when I purposely called him out at the meetings trying to catch him off guard. I'll be honest, he was so much sexier when he was annoyed with me, and it usually always meant something good would happen later on when we had time to ourselves, which was actually more often than either of us thought since our little family stayed in one section of the house and we had a room all to ourselves. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that we had expanded our home, putting all the new faces to work and creating a hideout of sorts deep within the woods of District 7.
I remember going back to the district every reaping, going to pay a visit to a mutual friend of Enzo and I's, and sitting in a dark room with them until the reaping was over. We all held out breath silently praying that neither of us would be chosen, and our benefactor as well hoped we wouldn't be separated. He was an old wizened man who chose to help us in out time of need, and was willing to act as our benefactor until Enzo came of age. Even after we would visit him from time to time to thank him for his service to us and taking us in.
Continue moving forward and I'm 17 years old now, I am the established girlfriend of Enzo and queen of the Duchanne Guild of Thieves. On top of that my look had changed dramatically from the little girl I used to be 6 years ago. I was now dark and mysterious, much to the pleasure of my king and even the other members. I was known as the greatest thief behind only Enzo, and I was okay with that. I didn't want to take his title, because in my eyes there would be no one better than him ever. A bandanna covered my mouth on every run, and to increase mobility I always wore a black tank top and shorts to match.
Depending on the mission I would wear a sash across my chest that would hold everything I needed for the run, including the set of knives that my love had stolen for me. He spoiled me so much, and I loved it. I knew I wasn't the easiest person to get along with, but we had literally grown up together, and the bond that we had would never be broken...til death do us part. Speaking of that I have almost died before, on one of the runs Peacekeepers caught us...well me...and tried to hold me for ransom to get the rest of our gang. When I tried to escape he brought his knife to my neck leaving a fresh cut against my porcelain skin. That was the last straw for Enzo who quickly dispatched him and brought me back home where he treated me.
It was just like that first night we had met 6 years ago, I woke up with his arm around me protectively, holding me close to his frame. I think it was in that moment that I wanted to be the one to have his children, feeling a surge of love fill me. I turned my body to face him, and brought my hand up to caress his face, his stubble prickling against my skin. He was mine, all mine, and I wanted to have his children...I knew he would be the most amazing father ever. Yes, he would be the father of OUR family, and we would be everything that we didn't get from the people we used to call our parents.
Finally we come to the present, Enzo is now 20 years old and will avoid the reaping, but at 18 I'm still able to be taken away from him. This thought doesn't sit well with him, and it's made him even more protective of me, even keeping me out of some of our missions because he thinks they'll be too dangerous. Naturally I argue with him and when he wins I pout, staying behind because I knew that he would be upset if I went along. It frustrated me though, and I knew that I was capable of performing well on the field still. Love was frustrating sometimes, but he always made it worth while when he knew that I was upset. In one way or another he would make sure to make me feel better about being left behind. But that's it, that's my story, one whole history that makes me who I am. A girlfriend, a queen, and a member of the Duchanne Guild of Thieves.
codeword: Odair Age: 18
District 7
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