Post by Cosette Penelope Bennett on May 20, 2014 15:08:04 GMT -5
426 • new rpers friendily • COSETTE/open
Cosette eased her way passed the crowds of Dauntless piled over like child’s play and loud and noisy like newborns. She muttered a tensed apologize in between the people she was pushed into and the ones into her. She clenched her teeth repeatedly. Although the chaotic was pleasuring to hear, she wasn’t a fan of being touched. Actually, she hated even the slightest thought of it. Cosette crossed her arms over her center. It made her feel uncomfortable, tense and it brought back memories of the past. She glanced down. As a child, she had associated touching as beginning of pain, rather it be physically or mentally. Well, at first, it feels good and warmth fills the pit of your stomach, but afterwards it turns hard to where it forceful and uneasy. It transforms from hugs into slaps, kisses to punches, and loving words to words filled with so much hatred, you wish for the physical rather than the verbal. A shoulder slams into her’s. Watch where you’re going, someone snaps. The brunette’s head snapped back, “Sorry.” Trust her, out of all people; she should’ve known the best. After all, sometimes it felt good when her mother kicked her or called her a horrid name. At least, the young child knew her mother was of knowledge she had a child. Cosette turned down a quiet hallway. It was dimly- lit, unoccupied and served as a quick passage to the dining hall. She was grateful because well, suddenly she felt small within the crowd of chaotic.
In a swift rhyme, Cosette switched from walking to jogging up the four steep stairs of the pathway. When she reached the cafeteria, she inhaled deeply and sighed. Her mouth held a dull ache as she unclenched her teeth. She felt better being the room was least crowded than the Pit, but still it held the light buzz of conversation. The brunette went and patiently waited in line to fill her plate with the freshly cooked food. It was a little before lunch and the Abnegation voluntarily had the food set out. Cosette gradually prepared her plate then slowly, made her way to an empty table just off-center. She wasn’t one to make conversation with others by choice. She popped a raspberry in her mouth and cast the tables beside her a glance. The people at the tables seemed so happy. They were laughing and joking around. Sometimes she wished she had friends. The brunette lifted her fork and toyed at a slice of pie’s crust. Her appetite fell short today.