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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2017 9:42:16 GMT -7
Jean hated the cold weather. In the factory, there wasn't much heat for her and the other workers to get warm in, so they all had to wear pretty heavy jackets while they did some dangerous work. District 8 got extremely cold during the winter, with snow falling up to her height sometimes. But in the factory, she stitched away the fabric into Peacekeeper uniform she was assigned to. She didn't hate the job, but she would definitely would rather be painting or hanging with her friends.
Things were starting to get complicated in Jean's life. Her and Stitch's best friend, Denim, was back in their lives somehow. It put a lot of stress on Stitch, Jean could see, and it put some stress on her. When she was a kid, she had a little crush on Denim and she hadn't seen him in years. She just felt hurt by how he left the two of them in the dark, but she didn't say anything about it. She didn't think she could ever be best friends with Denim again. It really made her have some trust issues since he was one of her only two friends. She would rather hang out with Stitch and not be hurt again by Denim.
After her shift, she grabbed her scarf and put it around her cold neck. It was snowing outside, the first time since the war had ended. She normally had dinner with Stitch and the Mitten family on Thursday nights. She needed to get away from her own family every once in a while, especially with how they had been annoying her lately. She was only 16, and they wanted to secure a future for her. Jean didn't even know what gender she was attracted to, let alone the fact that she's never had a romantic relationship. She never expressed those kind of feelings to anyone, as it was something she really needed to keep to herself. It was all too much and she spent a lot more of her time in the Mitten household than she did her own.
On her way to the house, she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery to contribute to the dinner. She never came without bringing something, as she always thought it was rude to come in empty-handed and expect dinner. She always was taught to think of other people, so she did. She never hated anyone, though she did feel hurt by people who weren't nice to her or left her out in the blue. She thanked the baker and walked to the home. She loved everyone in the Mitten family, from Stitch's sisters to his parents. She had known them for so long too. She enjoyed hanging out with them as much as she liked hanging with Stitch. It was nice to have another family to fall back on if her family ended up turning crazy on her.
She knocked on their door, like she had hundreds of times before. When the door opened, Jean smiled. "I brought some bread," she said. "It's warm, too. I hope I'm not too late for dinner." Her voice was soft and quiet. It didn't project much, but it was always sweet. She was never mean to anyone, as she always tried to say the nicest things she could. There was already enough hate in this world that Jean saw, so she wanted to be her own person and separate herself from that. WORD COUNT: 582 TAG: @sew, Stitch Mitten
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Post by Stitch Mitten on Oct 28, 2017 10:42:32 GMT -7
Stitch had been watching the wall. Specifically it was the wall opposite of where he currently sat. His legs had begun to go asleep in the criss crossed position until he finally unfolded them placing his bare feet on the wood floor. The floor boards below creaked along with his bed as the young man got off his arse. His dark brown eyes shifted from the wall toward the long piece of yarn that separated the bedroom. On one side was Stitch's part of the room, somewhat organized with a notebook here or there, clothing arranged neatly in the drawer, a bed made precisely with a old knitted blanket from when he was a toddler, no the bed creaked only when the teen jumped on it.. not for anything else.
The other side of the room separated by simple yarn was in a state of pause. That side had belonged to Thimble Mitten. The cloths were bigger, the room a tad messier, a bed that was left unmade as if the rebel soldier had just ran out of the room not long ago, his bed had creaked in the past for other reasons. Stitch took one step a crossed the yarn that divided the room only to hear a familiar voice storm through the door. "Stitch! What are you doing? Dinner is ready?" The voice belonged to his mother who stood in the door way with a questionable look in those dark brown eyes that had shed so many tears.
"Nothing Mama. I was just getting ready" He smiled brightly showing white teeth. The teen straightened his posture as his mother walked past him seemingly deaf to his words. Stitch watched uncertain if he should comfort his mother as Sewsen Mitten gazed silently at what was once Thimble Mittens side of the room. "Are you-" Stitch had began to say before the presence of Yarnette was made with her gentle hand resting on Stitchs shoulder. He nodded slowly before leaving the old matriarch with the revived one knowing all to well who was knocking.
"I got it!" he said excitedly aloud to avoid his father from answering the door. Stitch wasn't surprised by who he saw when he opened the door but still let out a sound between a squeal and a gasp. "Jeanie Beanie! Whatever a surprise!" He said as if surprised with a look to match despite a quick obvious wink at the girl. Then he remembered it was winter thanks to a cold breeze and quickly motioned Jean inside.
"Sweetie come in. Don't want you to catch a cold" He smiled brightly once more. Grasping Jean by her free hand to lead the way toward the mediocre dining table. Sure some would find Stitch's behavior odd but they just weren't raised to be a mild form of capitolite. Yarnette appeared with the stu filling each bowl at each chair as they chairs filled with bodies. Stitch took a seat at one end of the table that once belonged to Thimble as Quilter Mitten sat at the opposite end. He had no clue where his mother or Sew was but that wouldn't stop Stitch from playing momentary hostess as Yarnette finished serving the bowls. "Jean how was the factory today? Hope it wasn't too dreadful?" Stitch asked as he took one piece of bread and carefully tore it into tiny pieces dropped into his bowl of stu. "Did you see that cute guy from school?" He asked curiously with a mischievous grin from ear to ear.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 12:05:06 GMT -7
Jean rolled her eyes and smiled when Stitch answered the door. She really didn't like when people called her Jeanie, especially when Stitch called her that. She blushed in embarrassment. It was the same thing with her mother when she called her that too. Stitch was her best friend, and it seemed like his duty to embarrass her as much as he could. They liked to mess with each other, though Stitch more than Jean. Jean was a lot more introverted and enjoyed listening to people speak more than talking herself. She talked in a quiet voice most of the time, so she didn't like to speak unless it was somewhat quiet. She walked inside and hung up her coat. It was freezing out there. Jean liked winter a lot more than summer though, as she hated getting sweaty and being unable to breathe in the murky, smog-ridden air.
Holding the bread in one hand, Stitch grabbed her other and ran into the dining room. She was glad to have a best friend who liked her the way she was--quiet but also caring. The two of them had fun too, remembering how they used to explore abandoned factories and the underground sewer system during the war. They would always come home before dinner time since the fighting usually started at night, but during the day, it was fun and it was a good way to forget about their worries. Even though they both went through hard times, they stuck with each other no matter what happened.
The stew that Yarnette and Mrs. Mitten were making smelled wonderful. They always had fantastic cooking. Her family didn't usually cook, as they mostly brought pre-made meals since her mother and father were always on the go. She loved the Mittens' cooking. It was always the highlight of her week. She sat down next to Stitch and set the bread down on the table for everyone to pass around.
Jean shurgged when Stitch asked how the factory was today. "It was good. We don't have much heat while working but since there's so many of us, it helps us get warm." Jean didn't really like to complain. The factory was always blazing during the summer, but she didn't mind it much during the winter.
When Stitch said something about a cute guy, she blushed. There wasn't anyone she really thought was cute. She smiled and laughed. "It's impolite to call yourself cute, Stitch." She tore her bread into her stew just as Stitch did. It was always good with the bread and soaked up the broth. Stitch was being extra goofy tonight at her embarrassing expense. She didn't mind it though, it was just playful banter.
"How about you? Did you see that cutie you're always going on and on about at school?" She chuckled. The person was made up, but she wanted to throw back the embarrassment at him like he was doing to her. WORD COUNT: 483 TAG: Stitch Mitten
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Post by Stitch Mitten on Oct 31, 2017 11:42:46 GMT -7
Stitch loved company. Surely his home was a bit cramped but whose homes weren't in a district like eight? They were all lucky they didn't die from the smog fumes exuding from the factories. Nothing could beat the company of good friends and family. "Hopefully you didn't get frostbite. Then you would have one less piggy going to market" Stifch had remarked half heartedly avoiding the very realistic possibility. They all lived in less desirable conditions while the Capitol lived it up and it all was an unfortunate mess. He smiled a little at his joke while being only mildly disgusted by the mental image of a frost bitten toe on Jeanie Beanie.
"Oh I am not cute. I am very ugly actually" He said even though he truely knew otherwise. Stitch knew that he had a face that was attractive and a personality that attracted. When you made so many people adore your presence how could you not get a slight big head? Yarnette snorted out a laugh which caught the Mitten clan off guard. Usually Yarnette rarely spoke and her words were meaningful. "Stitch your attempt at being humble is hilarious." Stitch kept his calm in the face of playful laughter now from his mother and father. He adjusted his poster and with the most fanciest regal expression "I am very humble" A chuckle escaped and the act disappeared while a steamy spoonful of stew went into his mouth.
His bread has soaked enough for eating. The scent of the stew mixed with bread tickled the young mans nostrils making his mouth salivate. Hunger was a common commodity in the districts. Stitch was used to the feeling of hunger. It was deliberating or anything at least his family always tried to give their kids part of broth. Stitch's face scrunched up at Jean's well placed words that made his cheeks blush red. "Yes actually I did. We are going exploring whenever the time is avaliable." His tongue slipped out in Jeans direction. Of course their was no guy nut he would go along with Jeans silly antics.
@jean
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