Roots [Marr]

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

After a long day of work, I was ready to get home and relax. Of course, that didn’t happen too much because Rubi was always a handful. The moment I would walk in that house, I already knew that I was going to have to deal with his stories about his medical training and how his day went. As much as I hated playing second fiddle to well, everyone, I was happy that he was doing so well in the district. I was still lost after all. I hated my job, but no one needed to know that. After all, they would just say that I was complaining again. That was all Caesi Stront ever did. Complain.

So instead of trying to put myself through the hell of trying to live everyone’s impression of me down, I just did as I was told. There was no trust between me and this district, and sometimes, I wouldn’t mind if it was burned to the ground. Of course, I wished my family wasn’t here when that did happen, but other than that, I didn’t care anymore. I was always going to be known as the girl who didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. The girl who sat in the doctors office, making mediocre medicine because she was too afraid to try her hand at making something that could change lives. I was always told that I would never be smart enough for that, and as much as I wanted to prove them wrong, I just let them put the words in my mouth. It was easier that way anyway.

Instead of heading straight home, I ruffled through my bag and found a sandwich that I had prepared for lunch today that I actually never ate because I just wasn’t in the mood. I peered around the town square to see if there was anyone around, and luckily, there was. I took a seat at a bench and wiped the hair out of my face, opening the bag and pulling out the sandwich. Taking a small bite, enjoying the bit of quiet I could have today.

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Gorga Hannery

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Mediocre air mixed with mediocre feelings. Empty canvan eyes drew upon the town and encased the entire population within her sights. From one person to the next, her heart seemed to suck in inspiration for life but her brain would not see fit to mold the need to keep going.

Darkness still ringed around her eye, mixed with a yellowing shade. The bruising around her eye had diminshed from its purples and blue-ish hues that had stained her face for weeks. Only now, was her bright green eyes starting to take over once again - no longer tinted with a bloodshot gaze.

Pins and needles started to overtake her legs as she refused to budge from the bench until some girl had sat down, interrupting her daunting thoughts. Her heart yanked on her vocal chords to say something, but she woudn't allow herself that immature action. Silence was the best treatment for the world around her, yet.

However, her senses caught on to the smell of her sandwhich and she dipped her head slightly to the right and watched the girl bite into the morsel of food. Lips overlaped the bread and her teeth tore into the layers. The fibers of the meat seperated from the rest of the whole and she felt that with her life.

One bite after another, Gorga scoffed at the girl internally until she sighed heavily. "Do you have to eat so loudly? I can hear you rip into that sandwich as if you were a carnivorous raptor going after a seductive meal."

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

I was minding her own business, trying to think about everything that she had to do for the rest of the day. There wasn’t much, except for taking care of Rubi. That was pretty much always a full time job. Everyone else worked in the house, at least, they worked harder than I did. They were the ones who were going to undo the shame that was done onto our family. They were the ones who was going to make our district proud. Sure, there was probably going to be more to it than that, but people like my brothers. They didn’t like me. I looked too much like my father, and that meant that I looked too much like trouble. Or something like that.

The sandwich I was eating was bland. I was never good at cooking, and when I had to do it for Rubi, he usually always had to hand me some salt or something in order to add a little bit of flavor to what I was cooking. It wasn’t like I cared much for seasoning, but I guess the others did. So when I was the one who had to cook, I made sure to always have someone in the kitchen with me, otherwise I would always forget. Today was the exception, as I had no one to watch me cause everyone was already out of the house. Honestly, I wanted to throw the sandwich in the trash, but seeing as that was a waste of precious food, I wasn’t going to do that. So I would sit there, and keep chewing.

That was until someone decided to say something to me. I hardly recognized the girl that was sitting on the same bench as I. That was good, because that meant that she probably wasn’t going to recognize me either. However, she commented how I sounded like a raptor eating my food. I swallowed what was in my mouth and sighed after. Now did I respond in a way that would add to my already horrible reputation? Or did I just say nothing and get up and walk away? Both were very valid things to do after all.

“Carnivorous Raptor? Seductive Meal? This sandwich is the farthest thing from sexy. Let me tell you that.” I was honest, pulling a napkin out of her bag to wipe her mouth. “Hell, it doesn’t even taste like anything if I am being honest.” I had to be, she felt like it was the cornerstone of her personality. “However, I guess I could chew a little more quietly, or you know, I could just go somewhere else.” I shot back, a little sassy, but I had a feeling that this girl didn’t want me to do that. Or maybe she did. Who knew.

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Gorga Hannery

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Her teeth were barely heard, if at all, but Gorga sensed the sound with the movements. She could feel the way her mouth moved and tore into the sandwich that it would make a horrible squishing sound. The atmostphere around her screamed into her ears, nose and mouth. It distrupted her everyday attendance and thus the company of pillows and blankets were her solitary confinement.

Her parents seemed to take so lavish amusement to drag her out of the house and tell her to eat something and to soak up some vitamin d from the suns rays. Redheads and sun rays never mixed and Gorga found the suggestions exhausting, both mentally and physically.

"CArnivorus Raptor? SEductive meal? This sandwich is the farthest thing from sexy. Let me tell you that."

"You can tell me whatever you want but that won't change the words that have already crossed into your mind." She muttered with no enthusiasm.

"However, I guess I could chew a little more quietly, or you know, I could just go somewhere else." Gorga nodded - slowly. Her redhead playfully draped across her shoulders, flooding forward over her chest and folded arms.

"Yes. That would be quite enjoyable and barable to listen to the silence once again since you sat without asking and proceeded to enjoy a scrumptious leveled meal without even offering. Manners are meant for the accalimed and distinguished, neither of which are you." Peircing eyes signaled to the girl and they stayed quite still, awaiting an answer. "I know who you are. And I really don't care."

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

I wasn’t even trying to pick a fight with anyone, however, I was getting the sense that this girl didn’t want me to be there. I was fine with that, really. I didn’t care. Why did I need too? I was known as the district pariah anyway. It wasn’t like I needed to prove anything to anyone. If I wanted to sit down and enjoy a meal, then that was what I was going to do. If I chewed a little loudly, oh well? I didn’t see the point in getting mad over something so trivial. There were actual people dying.

I wanted to be honest with her. Tell her to get her priorities in order. Worry about the people that actually were starving. From what I could tell, she looked like she was well fed herself. Just because I was relishing in a sandwich which I didn’t even really fancy didn’t mean that she had to try to bring me down with her. “Sticks and stones. None of which you say to me will actually hurt me. Just empty words.” I said, knowing that she was trying to bring up my family and who I was. I didn’t care. Or at least, I didn’t care when people brought it up to judge her for it.

“That’s funny, because I have no clue who you are and why you have such a trigger to someone just trying to get a meal in.” I took the sandwich and put it back in the bag, knowing that this is obviously what was triggering. “Maybe we could start over. Or maybe not. Ill leave that to you.”

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Gorga Hannery

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"Sticks and stones. Non of which you say to me will actually hurt me. Just empty words." She relishes the idea that what she says would effect Gorga, because with that phrase, she only seems to saunder her vision away from her and continues not to move an inch from the moment she had sat down to indulge in such delicious nutritions. Finally, movement occurs from the redheads shoulders. The shrug lasts a mere moment in time before she speaks up again in yet a prolonged monotonous tone.

"Sticks and stones do hurt though. So do fists. So do words. Even empty words. Everything hurts in due time with enough neglect and dishonor toward others. Leaving your mind completely open allows for others to harm you in ways that you'd never allow anyone to before."

And just like that, beauty wraps her food up, placing it back into the bag. "That's funny, because I have no clue who you are and why you have such a trigger to someone just trying to get a meal in."

Gorga grinned.

"Maybe we can not start over but take off where we left off. I said, I don't care about who you are. You are a person. You are a being on this earth having to endure the same hellish torture that I am and yet here we are sitting on a bench while you enjoyed a meal that you were not allowed to without killing yourself in the process for bread and meat. Do you think if we just boycot the whole games and surpassed the president, we could actually lead somewhat normal lives not built upon the platform of a dictator?"

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

I was thinking about Rubi and how he was probably waiting for me to get home already so he could harass me with all the new things he learned today. I don’t know why I was still sitting here. The girl next to me couldn’t care less what I did, and yet, she was still trying to hold a conversation. It was easy for both of them to just get up and walk away. It was easy for them to walk away and possibly never meet again. It was possible for them to just exist without ever saying a word. That was the problem though.

They were saying words.

“You’re right. All of those things can hurt. Some more than others. However words can’t hurt you.” I said, knowing that there was some sort of special message in the words she spoke. I didn’t know what the girls story was, but I was getting a sense that it had something to do with abuse. That wasn’t my place though. “If you let them hurt you.” I added, putting the sandwich in my satchel bag.

I saw a grin on her face and I was perplexed. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Then she spoke.

“The games are horrible things, however, I don’t know if they are truly unavoidable. Well, as long as there are still people in power, like President Snow.” I was careful with my words. I didn’t want to say anything that could have been used against me “Evil is something that will work its way through our lives. No matter how much good there is in the world. That is something I have come to learn.” I said, pulling out a canteen and sharing it first with the girl right next to me. “I’m Caesi.”

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Gorga Hannery

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"You're right. All of those things can hurt. Some more than others. However words can't hurt you."

Gorga scoffed at her immature thoughts. She was wrong about that statement. The words were pericing and could fight all all the positive. Karma for her words would come back to bite her surely. If not today, then one future evening when she would be lease expecting it.

"If you let them hurt you."

She shook her head at the girl. "Letting someone hurt you, is like telling a porcupine not to have quills. It's just how things work. It's things beyond nature. People are born, with the dna of their family to be what their parents are. Bad blood. Bad blood and dirty lives." She merely moaned.

Speaking ill of the president didn't bother her at all. If a keeper had walked by and heard her talking ill of their dictator, then she would simply lead the life of a crimal or be shipped off to never speak to another soul ever again. The thought of that enticed her mind. Only, her new aquaintance thought that the games were not to be avoided. She believed what they had told her all along and she didn't seem to think a path could be taken around the problem to find a solution.

"You learn much but lead less. Perhaps, we could endulge the people of the district to rise against the dictator? A colony of ants is all we are. We are strong. We could do it, you know." The offer is placed out for her to accept or ignore, but a canteen is pushed in her direction. The grin returns suddenly.

"Thank you for the offer. Maybe you do have manners." She sits up more, allowing her fingers to wrap around the canteen as the liquid is poured into her mouth, without the lip touching her own. "Refreshing and devine. You are not Caesi. You are Pookie. And I am Gorga."

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

I could tell that this girl was hurt somehow, and now I was certain of that. She seemed to think in a certain frame of mind that only someone that had gone through trauma had thought in. Of course, that didn’t matter to me because with my luck I probably wouldn’t see her much again. I could however, relish in the fact that we are sitting next to each other in this now. And while I could have gotten up and walked away, I felt like she needed someone to talk too, and of course, I was weak when it came to that.

“So the question is then, who hurt you? Because…” I paused for a minute, making sure that this was the road I wanted to go down. “Well, the words you speak drip with disdain for someone. That much I can tell. And its more than the capitol.” I was honest, because I felt honesty was the only possibility with her.

“Leading something like that takes respect and courage, something that I don’t think I have either of. However, I will say, you seem to have a lot of courage. Strength comes from courage after all.” I said as the water canteen was taken out of my hand. It was the least I could do. I would offer her the rest of my sandwich but I was sure that she didn’t want that. The water was good enough.

“Pookie might be a stretch, but its nice to meet you Gorga. I suppose.” I felt weird about the whole situation, but at the same time, I could find a sort of comradery in it. We were different people, who probably felt some sort of similar shame after all.

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Gorga Hannery

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Disdain... The girl managed this word and it played in Gorga's head over and over a few times. She let the silent syllables roll around in her mind, making out the word without the sound to bring it to life. Her hair dripped to her chest and moved as she shook her head in response to the question asking too much information for someone who had been in her life for all of three hundred and forty seconds.

"It's always more than the capitol who I have a strong dislike for. It's this entire thought that there are more people in this district than just I." A tease emerges but was it really just a tease toward the girl. Moments later, the offer and refreshment came.

"Leading something like that takes respect and courage, something that I don't think I have either of. However, I will say, you seem to have a lot of courage. Strength comes from courage after all."

"No truer words have been spoken before, Pookie." A sly comment dances upon the air between the two. The new name given to the girl was more than condemned by the first taste of it upon her lips. Gorga shrugged.

"Suit yourself, but it suits you better then what you were birthed as, in my opinion." The canteen was the offering stone of friendship it would seem and as she toyed with the metal flask in her hands, she offered it back to the owner.

"I am acclimated to make your acquaintance, Caesi? What brings you out here to sup on meat and bread anyways?" Hands freed from the canteen go to rest behind her head and the sun beats down upon her fair skin, darkening her closed eyes.

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[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

They wont keep me warm

they said I was always going to be that way, until I saw you, I believed them everyday.  And then you came my way.  Oh let me love, let me love you until were old.  Oh let me love oh let me love you until were grown, because my roots wont keep me warm. ---------------------------------------------------

There were tons of people that I didn’t like in the district. Hell, most of the time, I ran into people that I hated simply because they judged me before they got to know me. However, Gorga? She was different. I was good at analyzing the words that came out of her mouth, and the way she carried herself. She seemed like a plain girl with no real defining feature, until you got a good look at her eyes. It was always the easiest gateway to peer into. People in six weren’t the most talkative when it came to their personal lives. However, that always gave me the opportunity to watch. That was something that I could never give up. Watching. Learning. Waiting. It was what I did well.

“Well, that is something that I can agree with.” I said with a small smile, waiting for her to hand back the canteen. “People suck. Point blank.” I said, brushing the hair out of my face before feeling a gust of wind push it right back into my face. I hated when that happened. It was like bad luck was always following me. “Well, I guess some are alright, as long as you know how to interact with them right?” I was starting to understand Gorga more as we talked. Something about her told me that she was broken, but everyone was broken here in Panem. As much as I wanted to claim that I was doing alright, that was a lie. I would never be alright. Not in a place where I was treated like I was a pariah. Sometimes I felt like I overreacted, but other times, I felt it. I felt the weight of everyone’s judgement like an elephant on my chest. Two tons crushing every bone of mine into a fine powder to be sprinkled over the people who treated me like nothing. Like I was dust in the wind.

Pookie just didn’t have a good ring to it, and while I was all for trying to find sort of common ground with Gorga, Pookie wasn’t it. Of course, there was more that we could have connected on, one of them being that we both seemed like we were lost individuals. Lost was a loose word though. I didn’t know where I was heading, and Gorga seemed like she had already been to her destination, but she wasn’t welcomed there. At least not recently. Like she was cast aside as soon as her presence wasn’t called for anymore. Of course, I wasn’t going to say anything about it. Gorga seemed like she had enough on her mind, and to be frank, I didn’t feel like dealing with yet another person that seemed like she was one slice short of bread. In good time, Im sure I would come to understand who Gorga was as a person, but I was also sure that maybe this wouldn’t be the time I would get to understand her. That was fine with me. I didn’t need that type of negativity in my life anyway.

“Maybe in time I could accept your name of Pookie, but for now, at least until we get to know each other a bit more, lets stick with Caesi.” I smiled. As much as I wanted to accept her nick name with a smile, I couldn’t. I couldn’t take the name seriously in honesty. This was why I was having questions about her mental state in the first place. She seemed like she was displaced with the world. Trauma. I could tell that much. What kind was another question for another time, but I had a feeling if I had another interaction with her, I would come to learn it quickly. If not, I would surely hear it from someone in the district because people in the district like to gossip. They liked to say horrible things about people that they didn’t even know, and that included me. My brothers. My mother, and pretty much anyone else that seemed to not go with the status quo. Of course, I didn’t mind being on the outside of the looking glass. Where people thought it was stained green, I saw red. I wanted to shatter it into a million pieces.

I watched as she took a long sip from the canteen, and I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. Even though she took a long sip, I felt like I was helping her in some way. While my loud chomping as she called, it wasn’t appreciated, it seemed like she adored the offering of water. Of course, water wasn’t hard to come by in six, but there were tons of other things that were hard to come by in six. Maybe she was in awe with the canteen that it came in. Now that was hard to come by. I wouldn’t say where I got it, because that was no one’s business. If I could make a truce with Gorga based on water, then it was probably easier than I thought to earn her trust. Of course, I knew all too well that some people didn’t give their trust up easily, and so I was going to have to be careful with the girl that sat next to me. No matter how much her hair shined in the sun or the smile that grew on her face would cause my mouth to do the same.

“I like my name. Its short for Caesium. Which is one of the more volatile elements when combined with the right chemicals. I find the name, fitting. Really. ” I hated to admit it, but when she offered me the canteen, I took it and my smile was something that I couldn’t hide. There was something about Gorga that made me want to know more. I tried to think of everything that could get me out of this situation, but I couldn’t bring myself to follow through. After all, she seemed like she was interested in me just as much as I was interested in her. Of course, platonically, seeing as I was probably too much to handle and she seemed like she was emotionally unavailable. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to bother thinking about this anymore than it needed to be. No need to scrutinize something that didn’t require it after all. It was one of my many useless talents after all.

Her last question is what caught me off guard. After a long day of work, I could barely remember where I lived, more or less than what I was doing in the here and now. “Um, honestly, I just had a long day at work, so I wanted to eat the lunch I made that I didn’t get a chance to eat because of course, there was a lot to do today.” I spouted out quickly, not sure why logorrhea was setting in. “And it is nice to meet your acquaintance as well Gorga.” I said, raising my canteen in cheers and taking a long gulp of water from it. Honestly, the water tasted the best from this canteen, and I wasn’t sure what was about it, but I cherished it so. “What about you? What brings you out here?” I asked, putting the canteen in my bag and giving her my full attention. That was what she needed, and deserved.

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PAT: 1232