Post by FLYNN ACANTHUS on Jun 4, 2012 22:46:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #ededed; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] first last Name: Flynn Acanthus Age: 18 Date of Birth: March 9 Sexuality: Hetero District: 1 Occupation: Storefront Clerk Family: Father-Brutus Acanthus, Younger Brother-Marcus Acanthus Affiliation: Warily Neutral Face Claim: David Henrie I stared through the glass, examining the necklace as it lay on white satin in the case lighting. I bit my lip and pointed towards it, glancing up at the man in the black suit, "I'd like to have a look at that one please." He eyed me suspiciously and hesitantly pulled it out of the case, unlocking the latch with a set of keys. He stared hard at me as i examined the necklace, and his demeaning gaze annoyed me. I reached out to touch the pearls and sensed his hand tense around the keys as they jingled slightly in his pocket. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering if i was going to up and steal the expensive thing he knew was out of my everyday price range. The thing i hated most about this place was the fact your appearance was always a dead give away. And the fact that i never dressed "up to parr" really peaved some people around here. I ignored his judgements and studied the strand of light yellow pearls. Real pearls. Brought here straight from District 4, new and beautiful. Perfect. I smiled up at him and nodded, "I'll take it." His eyebrows raised slightly and he began to place it in a jewelry box a i fished in my pocket for the money. I pulled out a large wad and counted out the price. I didn't have more than a few bills left after i'd counted out the stack in exchange for the gift. The clerk asked if i needed it wrapped, and after asking the extra charge, i declined quickly. I smirked at him and headed out of the store, nodding to the doorman on my way out. The doorman was a man who worked for a living, unlike the clerk who was always sending dirty looks at people like me who actually did something just "for fun". It really pissed me off. People had jobs "just because" they were "bored" with all their free time. They all had a family name, some riches they were bound to inherit once a relative died off. And i knew all too well relatives dying off wasn't something to take lightly. I adjusted the tattered scarf around my neck as i walked briskly, thinking of my family back home. My father who worked like a dog at the export plant just so that my younger brother could finish up school and receive training. He always was insisting he needed to train, so that he could bring us "honor" and "earn us a name" once he won the games. I shuddered at the thought. My brother was always going on about the games. He'd volunteer once he turned 17. He vowed that after my mother died. She was the only good name we had going for us. She'd come from a wealthy area of town, but once she died from God knows what, our money and name went down the drain pretty fast. Then my brother got this awful idea in his mind to volunteer to get us a reputation back, as a family of a Victor. And i knew he'd do it. I knew he would. And i kept counting down the days till his birthday. 2 years. Damn it. And it wasn't that i wouldn't be cheering for him when he left. It really was a noble thing of him to do, and something i'd be bit happy for him to do when his time came. But it scared the hell out of me thinkin about him in that death trap where i knew he wouldn't come out the same. Nobody ever did. Luckily i never had much to worry about when it came to my name being pulled. Here in District 1, it was always volunteers. So A and i never had to even think about it. In fact i never even gave a second thought to training for the event. Instead i spent all my time learning glass work. A fun thing, it really is. I always am tryin new ideas, and showin 'em off to A, and she really thinks they are swell. Man she likes to come visit me at work when she isn't busy with her schoolwork. And that's my favorite kind of day. When A comes and babbles on and on about how if her and i ever owned a shop like this, we'd be able to make all the crazy things we wanted, and wouldn't have to listen to customers complain or parents scold us for blowing off schoolwork. Cause we'd be so rich we would just laugh and laugh. That's how i like to think of A. Laughing and going on and on about a future with me. With her best friend. I had to blink in the bright sunlight. Although it was November, it was uncommonly sunny the past week, although not as warm as one would expect. The snow was still falling in little flakes and made my face red from the cold. I pulled my large, ripped coat closer around me and hurried towards work. I caught the eye of a few folks passing by, all of whom eyed me doubtfully in my street coat as they passed in finery. I just chuckled and continued on my way, knowing that it didn't really matter what they thought. Because they were almost always wrong. I pushed open the swinging door to the glassworks shop and my manager immediately greeted me, his voice hoarse but cheerful as always, "Flynn! I didn't expect to see you in today, it's your day off!" I pulled the box out of my coat and placed it on the counter, "Mr. Galeon i need to wrap a present, could i borrow some butcher paper?" He nodded and began to ramble as he pulled out strips of the long, coarse paper we used to pack the glass sculptures in. I pulled off my long coat and he gave a whistle, "Well well well my boy! You are looking pretty dressy! You headed to that party tonight?" "Yeah, over at Aeliana's house. It's her birthday so i told her i'd go. Although to be honest i'd rather have my teeth pulled than hang around with the Merulas and their friends..." I grumbled and took the wrapped box from him. He just chuckled, "Now don't you go writing those people off so fast. They just know any different than that lifestyle, so ya can hardly blame 'em. You go and have a good time, and tell Miss Aeliana happy birthday for me." He waved as i walked out of the store. I tried to walk fast, glancing at my watch alarmed me that i was almost late. The walk didn't take too long, although i hated to climb the treacherous hill that lead to the estate area of the district on foot. I buzzed in at the giant gate and waited for an answer. I heard it click and Mrs. Merula's shrill voice grated on my ears, "Helloooo! Who's there?" I let out a long breath, "It's Flynn." There was a long pause and then a voice with much less enthusiasm, "Oh, you. I'll buzz you in." With that she clicked off the line and the large gates started to open. Sucking in a sharp breath i started towards the huge house. Muttering to myself all the way, "Oh A owes me big time for this one." See Chase Petrarch Stef. 19. Aeliana Zynn Merula. |
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