Post by ~Cookie~^.^ on Jan 20, 2006 10:33:31 GMT -5
ooc: just have a picture for your charrie, please. thats all. my charrie:
*Three hours had passes since the sound of gunfire outside had ceased, but Tori knew it would start again. It always did. He glanced at his watch. It was 3:47 p.m. If he wanted to get back before the fighting started again, he figured he should get going. He stood up slowly and walked out of their bare little kitchen and into the living room, if you could even consider it that. He knelt down in front of the wooden chair where his little sister was sitting, reading a small, worn-out picture book. She glanced up at him curiously. He smiled* I’m going out to get food now Sara, okay? I should be back in n hour or so. Stay in the house okay? *She nodded silently and went back to her book. Tori smiled, a little ruefully. He wanted to hear her voice again. Ever since their parents had died in the bombing three months ago, however, she hadn’t said a word. He stroked her hair affectionately for a moment, then kissed her forehead and walked over to the door. He pulled on his boots and hooded coat, stepping outside and locking the door behind him. He pulled the hood down over his face as a Malvagian soldier walked by, a rifle slung over his shoulder. Tori sighed and started walking. There weren’t many people on the street, and those that were were either soldiers with weapons, meant to enforce the new laws, or people like him, walking quietly, with their heads down and hoods pulled over their faces. In the eyes of the Malvagians, they were lowly and insignificant. So they weren’t to show their faces, and if they spoke, it was to be quietly and the conversations were to be short. You never saw any woman outside anymore, because any girls fourteen and over were taken away by the army to be used as the soldiers saw fit. Young men, if they weren’t supporting someone else, were recruited by the Malvagian army to do labour. If they refused, they were shot. That way, there was no risk of them rising up and rebelling. Tori sighed and walked into a tiny store, picking a few things off the shelf and going to the counter to buy them. He paid and put the things in a bag, feeling disappointed when he lifted the bag and felt how light it was. This wasn’t enough. The general of the Malvags, and their countries new ruler, had promised a monthly loan to all the families that had lost their form of financial support in the initial bombing. But the money was barely enough to buy food for a week, even when they stretched. And this time, it seemed they’d gotten even less. Tori stepped outside and started walking back home. Everything in the bag was for Sara, he knew. She didn’t like it when he didn’t eat, so he’d tell her that he was eating when she went to bed. He would make due with the tiny amount of food left over from their last loan, like usual. He sighed. He couldn’t help but wonder how long this was going to go on for. It seemed to him that there really wasn’t much hope for things to get better. He had heard whispers the other day about a small rebel movement that had started, but he had a hard time believing it. This countries militia was nothing compared to Malvags. While their country had always been a bit on the poor side, Malvag was a rich and powerful country, and so when they invaded, the fight had been over within a span of two months. Even if there were rebels, he couldn’t see how they’d be able to do anything without weapons, and he couldn’t see any way for them to get ahold of them. He lowered his eyes as another soldier walked past and continued on his way home.*
*Three hours had passes since the sound of gunfire outside had ceased, but Tori knew it would start again. It always did. He glanced at his watch. It was 3:47 p.m. If he wanted to get back before the fighting started again, he figured he should get going. He stood up slowly and walked out of their bare little kitchen and into the living room, if you could even consider it that. He knelt down in front of the wooden chair where his little sister was sitting, reading a small, worn-out picture book. She glanced up at him curiously. He smiled* I’m going out to get food now Sara, okay? I should be back in n hour or so. Stay in the house okay? *She nodded silently and went back to her book. Tori smiled, a little ruefully. He wanted to hear her voice again. Ever since their parents had died in the bombing three months ago, however, she hadn’t said a word. He stroked her hair affectionately for a moment, then kissed her forehead and walked over to the door. He pulled on his boots and hooded coat, stepping outside and locking the door behind him. He pulled the hood down over his face as a Malvagian soldier walked by, a rifle slung over his shoulder. Tori sighed and started walking. There weren’t many people on the street, and those that were were either soldiers with weapons, meant to enforce the new laws, or people like him, walking quietly, with their heads down and hoods pulled over their faces. In the eyes of the Malvagians, they were lowly and insignificant. So they weren’t to show their faces, and if they spoke, it was to be quietly and the conversations were to be short. You never saw any woman outside anymore, because any girls fourteen and over were taken away by the army to be used as the soldiers saw fit. Young men, if they weren’t supporting someone else, were recruited by the Malvagian army to do labour. If they refused, they were shot. That way, there was no risk of them rising up and rebelling. Tori sighed and walked into a tiny store, picking a few things off the shelf and going to the counter to buy them. He paid and put the things in a bag, feeling disappointed when he lifted the bag and felt how light it was. This wasn’t enough. The general of the Malvags, and their countries new ruler, had promised a monthly loan to all the families that had lost their form of financial support in the initial bombing. But the money was barely enough to buy food for a week, even when they stretched. And this time, it seemed they’d gotten even less. Tori stepped outside and started walking back home. Everything in the bag was for Sara, he knew. She didn’t like it when he didn’t eat, so he’d tell her that he was eating when she went to bed. He would make due with the tiny amount of food left over from their last loan, like usual. He sighed. He couldn’t help but wonder how long this was going to go on for. It seemed to him that there really wasn’t much hope for things to get better. He had heard whispers the other day about a small rebel movement that had started, but he had a hard time believing it. This countries militia was nothing compared to Malvags. While their country had always been a bit on the poor side, Malvag was a rich and powerful country, and so when they invaded, the fight had been over within a span of two months. Even if there were rebels, he couldn’t see how they’d be able to do anything without weapons, and he couldn’t see any way for them to get ahold of them. He lowered his eyes as another soldier walked past and continued on his way home.*
