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Pandora
Sept 22, 2009 12:38:57 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Sept 22, 2009 12:38:57 GMT -5
... ;D
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Pandora
Sept 23, 2009 21:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Sept 23, 2009 21:53:39 GMT -5
"Number Six, are you alright?" I can hardly hear her words even though she is speaking to me from the edge of my desk. However, each syllable is becoming louder by the second and finally she pulls me from my unconsciousness. This is the only word I know to call it by but I know that is not the right word for it. Unconsciousness is empty darkness, where as these spells of half wakefulness are filled with thoughts and images that I can not explain. What could this be called? "Sorry ma'am, I'm fine," I say looking up at her. She doesn't seem convinced but she turns on her heels and takes her place back at the front of the class. She continues her speech as if she was never thrown off beat by my inattentiveness. All the others are immediately entranced by her words as if they have never heard it before in their seventeen years of life, when in fact we have heard it every year at the beginning of each fall semester since we were able to understand what they were staying to us.
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Pandora
Sept 24, 2009 17:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Sept 24, 2009 17:09:31 GMT -5
"... Pandora's savage surface was then visited by our great leader, Krystian, and he brought hope to all the evils of this planet. He subdued the man eating beasts and sent them into the Crawling Forest. He went into the savage civilizations of what we now call the Wallows and gave them new life. He gave them the protection of the great Capitol and much, much more. Every year the Wallows sends us their gift of youth to have them educated. By doing this they give their children a better future here in the Capital." Basically most of the kids around me were born in the Wallows and sent here for their 'better life.' In the pit of my stomach I know this is wrong, I just don't know why. It's a bit strange for me of all people to think these things, since I am not from the Wallows. I am the first Capitol born child in Pandora. I have no reason to reject all the teachings of my home... but I do. My eyes scan the room and the faces of the other Numbers. They are content with this history of their lives, the are content with never knowing who their families really are. Something I haven't seen before catches my eye. The shoulders in the boy a few chairs down from me, I think Number thirteen, have tensed. I know just from this simple action that he knows too, but how can I confront him? Definitely not in class, we would be punished for that, but maybe during the eating hour. I feel the excitement fill me to the core, I may finally have someone who understands my thinking.
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Pandora
Sept 28, 2009 12:53:04 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Sept 28, 2009 12:53:04 GMT -5
The Eating hour comes more slowly then usual, probably because of how anxious I am to speak with Thirteen. The bell rings and he shoots to his feet, heading straight out the door. I am nearly running to keep up with him. Just outside the door I grab his arm and pull him aside. "Can I talk with you for a moment?" I ask nearly having to look straight up because of his height. His amber eyes lock on mine in a tight glare and I am suddenly afraid. "No," He says in a voice between a bass and a tenor. "Just leave me alone." He shakes his arm sharply forcing me to release him and he is storming off down the hall before I can even register what just happened. I don't understand why he was radiating so much hate toward me. No one had ever looked at me in such a way that made me want to cower in a corner. Did I do something wrong? Impossible. I have never spoken to him before this. With my mind back in check and a firm determination I follow him into the great hall where the food will be waiting for us. He may not want to talk, but he will listen.
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Pandora
Sept 28, 2009 12:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Sept 28, 2009 12:54:45 GMT -5
(( okay so I am trying for this new POV, first person present, and I would love if y'all can tell me when I start changing that. Sometimes I just don't notice. Feel free to make any other comments as well. Thanks =) ))
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Pandora
Oct 1, 2009 16:04:11 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 1, 2009 16:04:11 GMT -5
I b-lined for the food first, getting a smaller portion than usual. I probably wouldn't be eating much anyway. My eyes scanned the room finding Thirteen hidden amongst a group of well built boys. Boys with tall athletic bodies, tanned skin, and light brown to black hair cut short. Thirteen was the only one with dark brown almost black hair but other than that he fit right in. If I hadn't been really looking for him I would have never known where he was. Taking a deep breath I made my way to the table. In a wolf pack their table would be considered the dominants. They had all the power. Normally no one would even go near the table but not today. As I approach the laughter at the table disappears. Their eyes turn on me but only Thirteen's held any power over me. Why is there so much anger in those eyes toward me? Shivers ran up and down my spine and the room went silent. "I thought I told you to leave me alone," He said demanding the attention of the room even some at the table. I don't think he wanted that power though, it was just there. "I really need to talk to you," I say weakly and hate myself for it.
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Pandora
Oct 2, 2009 11:34:12 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 2, 2009 11:34:12 GMT -5
"Move along Kitten," One of them says dismissing me with a wave of a hand. "If he doesn't want to talk to you then you're not welcome here." "I don't care if he doesn't want to talk to me," I say narrowing my eyes. "I want to talk to him, whether he listens or not is his choice but I will say what I have to say." My bearings were back and the weak voice I had had before had disappeared. Thirteen just stared at me unchanged by my newfound confidence. Some of the others however were showing surprise. "Well then, say what you have to say Kitten." I don't like the way he is looking at me. It makes me feel like I'm his prey and he is waiting for the right moment to strike. "Um... well," I stammer looking at the faces at the table then returning my focus to Thirteen. "I noticed something during Pandora's history speech. You had reacted differently than all the others who listened in awe. I know that you feel there is something wrong with what she said to us, just the way I feel something is wrong." The group's stares dug into my resolve. They broke into laughter as if I had said something extremely stupid, but Thirteen sat silently. The emotion coming from his eyes flickers just for a moment to what I think could be understanding, until they return to their hateful stare. "I don't know what you're talking about, now leave." I feel my jaw drop open before I clench my teeth together. Fine, I think turning away from them. If he wants to reject my claim in front of his friends so be it, but I know what I saw in his eyes.
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Pandora
Oct 6, 2009 12:57:56 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 6, 2009 12:57:56 GMT -5
This isn't the first time for me to sit alone during the eating hour, in fact I always sit alone. I just don't make friends easily and no one seems to want to make friends with me. My mind is racing to find some way to get Thirteen by himself so that I can talk to him. He has something to say. The only way I can think of is if I can get to his room when the sun goes down, but that goes against every rule in the book. Getting caught means punishment and no one knows what the punishment is except for the ones that have taken it personally. By the glazed look in their eyes and turned down lips they will never tell what was done to them in fear of reliving it. After the Eating Hour is over I'm walking back to my class when fingers curl tightly around my arm and pull me into an abandoned hallway. My eyes have glued shut from the suddenness of it and a hand over my mouth keeps me from screaming. "Shh... I'm not going to hurt you," I know that voice. Opening my eyes I see Thirteen looking around to make sure the coast is clear. Satisfied his eyes fall on mine. "Today, during the Eating Hour... you can't speak of that again. Do you know what they will do to you?" He says keeping his hand over my mouth. I shake my head. I know he can see the fear in my eyes and he releases me after putting a finger to his lips telling me to keep quiet. He sets a hand on the wall to either side of me blocking me in. "It's not pretty Six and they won't hold back because your a girl or because you are the first Capitol born. They will leave their mark and you will forever be in shame to the others, to everyone. It would only make your life difficult." "What do you mean... leave their mark?" I whisper.
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Pandora
Oct 8, 2009 20:46:55 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 8, 2009 20:46:55 GMT -5
His laughing fills the empty hall causing an echo. "What's so funny?" I ask angrily. "You must be blind," He replies lifting a hand off the wall and pulling down the collar of his shirt and turning his head to the right. He's right, I must be blind. Otherwise i would have seen the small black crescent moon against his lightly tanned skinned just behind and below his left ear. The mark of evil in Pandora. My hand shoots over my mouth to cover my gasp and my eyes grow wide. "Do you understand now Kitten," He says letting go of his shirt collar. It falls back into place but doesn't cover the mark from view. To Pandora the moon is considered the evil that came from the box and the sun is the only bit of hope. Where the moon is darkness, the sun is light. Anyone who wears the mark of the sun is considered very important to the Capitol and it's people. Anyone who wears the mark of the moon is an outsider, a lower being, a manifestation of darkness. All the people that live in the Wallows are supposed to have the same mark as Thirteen has under his left ear, and the people of the Capitol, that follow the rules and never take a step out of line have a tiny black sun under their right ear. "You can't be marked like this Six," Thirteen says putting his hand back on the wall to block me in again. "I may get to finish my years in school but once I'm out the best I will get in the Capitol is a vending job or they will just send me off to the Wallows to rot." His fingers trace just under my right ear and a warm tingle runs through my body, "You already have the mark of the sun because you were born in the capitol, but they can take that away. Curse you with the dark mark." The mark scares me and the thought of rotting is not something I want to experience but I can't be part of the lie anymore. As I tell Thirteen this his eyes fill with anger. "Don't be stupid," He roars making me cower against the wall. "The mark isn't the only thing that they do. If I can't convince you then look at all the others that have gotten into trouble and now fear everyone and everything." "Why are you telling me this? Why do you care?" I say pulling on my little bit of courage. "Because I don't want to see you," His finger points at me, "to experience the same things I did." His voice matches his raging eyes and when he finishes he turns and storms away. I lean against the wall for support. I still don't understand. He has been giving me such hateful eyes all day, why wouldn't he want me to suffer if he hates me?
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Pandora
Oct 13, 2009 15:45:06 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 13, 2009 15:45:06 GMT -5
((I made a change to the last post.))
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Pandora
Oct 14, 2009 10:44:14 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 14, 2009 10:44:14 GMT -5
As I made my way back to class I thought over everything Thirteen had said. I brought a hand to my neck massaging it then ran my fingers over the sun under my ear. I don't like whatever the Capitol is supposed to be and I want to know what the truth is. Thirteen knows the truth. He tried to figure it out and was punished for it. Even with that information I still want to find out the truth. I can't live in lie. I think of different ways I can get this information and settle on two options. Plan A, plague Thirteen's existance until he tells me everything he knows. Plan B, do the same thing that Thirteen did and hope I don't get caught. Of course the likeliness of me fully suceeding at plan B is very unlikely. There was slim chance that I wouldn't get caught, so I have to use it as a last resort. "Look out Thirteen," I whisper to myself. "I'm coming after you."
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Pandora
Oct 28, 2009 21:01:54 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 28, 2009 21:01:54 GMT -5
My eyes scan the room as I come into class. We are allowed to sit where we like but we are creatures of habit and usually sit in the same seat everyday. As I pull the chair out for the seat next to Thirteen's someone comes up behind me. "And what do you think your doing Kitten?" He says and I turn to face him. It is the same guy that gave me the wierd look at Thirteen's table during the Eating Hour. This time I'm not going to let him have power over me. "I'm going to be sitting next to Thirteen from now on," I say and sit down to prove it. He puts a hand on the back of the chair and on the desk in front of me, then leans in to close for my comfort. "Are you now?" He says, I nod weakly. "Alright then, but you have to sit next to me during the Eating Hour." "Fine," I say and to my surprise he presses his lips to my cheek quickly, smiles and goes to sit down at my old desk.
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Pandora
Oct 29, 2009 19:11:01 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Oct 29, 2009 19:11:01 GMT -5
The moon tattoo that is on his neck doesn't register in my mind until the kiss he gave me does, which is a bit after it has already happened. That must be why Thirteen is excepted by the group even though he is marked by the moon. They must all be. That would give people another reason to stay away from them. My eyes dart up as Thirteen enters the room. The moment his sees me, sitting in the seat next to his with no other open seats, he scowls. "What are you doing here?" He says through his teeth. "I'm here for class of course," I say. "No, what are you doing in Seven's seat?" He says as he sits down. "Sitting," I say with a smile.
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Pandora
Nov 19, 2009 23:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Nov 19, 2009 23:42:04 GMT -5
Thirteen draws his arms across his chest and stares at the front of the room. I can see that he is clenching his jaw because the muscles are tense there. I just smile and stare forward. He isn't fighting me, he's just angry about it and if he isn't fighting then I can get him on my side. Or at least I think I can. "If you think I'm going to tell you anything you are dead wrong," I hear him say after half the class has passed. "I'm not going to responsible for you getting in to deep and getting stuck ing something you can't escape." "Can't a girl just sit next to a guy?" I say innocently. "No," He says turning to me. "Not with what I have told you, not when I know you want that information." "And how would you know that, you don't know me." "Because I was just like you," He says pushing closer to me, "and the farther I got the worse it got." With the last word he pulls away from me and feels so far away. He is so against my plans, knows that it will just turn bad, but I still want to know. No matter the consequences. So, how am I suppose to break him, get him to give in to me?
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Pandora
Nov 20, 2009 13:56:58 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Nov 20, 2009 13:56:58 GMT -5
I keep stealing glances at Thirteen as class continues, and I know he is doing the same. Only when he does he seems to get more irritated. If I don't push he won't give. He is really going to hate me by the time this is over. As much as I don't like the thought of him hating me for a reason, I won't give up. The bell rings and I stand up with him. I follow him out the door and toward the Great Hall for dinner. He is ignoring me like I'm just a bothersome pup. Seven, however, doesn't seem to want to treat me the same way. "Remember, You have to sit next to me," He whispers to me. "Oh Thirteen, I've invited Six to sit with us." I can hear Thirteen growl and continue walking. "This way he can't make you leave." Seven says with a wink. "Oh," I say looking from Seven to Thirteen and then back again. "Thank you." "My pleasure," Seven says with that same pleased expression he has been giving me. I don't think I like it either.
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