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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 23:39:28 GMT -7
Ingrid looked ridiculous.
What she was wearing wasn't even hers. It was Madeleine's. It was a smidge too tight but Madeleine assured her that, that is how it was supposed to be. She didn't know what she was doing with her life right now. After four years of being here, two with a job and coworkers who hassle her to go out with them to the club. Every time she has said no. every time without a doubt.
Why now?
Why not?
It wasn't if Ingrid was particularly bored with her daily life. She enjoyed working, coming home, cleaning a little, reading a bit and going to bed. It was normal, a comfortable life. It had been four years since they were moved to this distracting. Due to the amount of information she was able to provide back in district 10, they were given a rather large home for just the two of them.
Life was so different back then during the war.
As Ingrid sat at her white vanity, staring at herself for a moment before her eyes were drawn to a faithful drawer. Her hand moved to open it. At first. It appears to be only the home for the hairbrush that lied cold and alone on the desktop... until she opened the hidden compartment to reveal a little yellow heart brooch. They had given this to her days after they were relocated her. She stared at it, those days...what she had done....
Ingrid shook her head to dismiss the memories and thoughts that were attempting to take over her mind once more only moments before swiftly shutting the compartment and placing the brush back in its home, closing the drawer. She tried not to think about it very much. It was too much for her to bear on her own. Those emotions were ones she never wanted to confront. She had distanced herself from those dark days.
She was in a better life now, she'd never felt safer than in peacekeepers company.
Ingrid stood and left the club.
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Her co-workers said they'd meet her at the club around 10 pm. She arrived a little after 10 pm to ensure they were probably already there having a good time. To say the least, this was her first time in a club. The music was very loud, people were dancing everywhere. She held her clutch close and somehow made it successfully to the bar and only after waiting a few minutes got a drink.
Ten....Fifteen... Twenty minutes went by. She did manage to get a seat at the bar while looking occasionally for her coworkers who were supposed to meet her here.... about forty minutes ago. She chalks it up to maybe they just haven't gotten to the bar yet. Where she was sitting, she had a good view of most of the bar. She'd for sure see even one of them when they'd come up for a drink.
Once the hour mark hits, she orders another drink. Not wanting to get buzzed or drink at all. At this point, she was starting to remember why she didn't like having girl friends. They work up your confidence and just ditch you if you're not cool enough.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 18:07:37 GMT -7
Madeleine wasn’t really the club type, but she also wasn’t one to miss out when someone asked her to go. Just because she was shy didn’t mean that she didn’t like to go out now and then, and when she worked in a male-dominated workforce, it was nice to go out with some friends that weren’t them. Most of the girls she had met through her co-workers, but she wasn’t really that close with any of them. The thing was, Madeleine didn’t have much of a social life so she took any opportunity she got. Unfortunately, for the most part she would sip quietly on a drink and nurse it at a booth until one of her friends would come sit next to her for her to talk to. She would usually get at least one friend to hang around for a while.
When she was left alone was when Madeleine typically got drunk because there was no one to distract her from drinking. Drinking allowed Madeleine’s inhibitions to disappear somewhat, and it was on these occasions that she would allow people she didn’t know sit with her and talk and she would be oblivious to the fact that usually one of them was trying to hit on her.
That night, she was there with a couple of her co-workers’ girlfriends/wives when she noticed long, ginger hair at the bar. Despite the fact that her older sister’s hair was lighter than her own, it never took a detective to recognize Ingrid – or when Ingrid looked stressed in some way. Years of living walking on eggshells made people read the others in the house easier.
She hadn’t had a lot to drink, but enough that she felt no guilt leaving the friends that she came with behind. Besides, in all honesty she hadn’t really even seen them in a while. A spot opened up next to Ingrid and Madeleine took the spot. She reached her face down next to Ingrid’s drink to catch her attention.
“Stood up?” she guessed, but she was joking, and she was also implying her sister got stood up by a date, not knowing that it was by friends instead.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 23:31:18 GMT -7
Almost immediately, Ingrid recognized her sister. Madeleine. Without hesitation, Ingrid slammed her head on the counter, making a rather loud thud to compliment her fast descend into depression. Her thud was followed by a deep loud sad sigh and at the end, there was a small raspberry. Ingrid rolled her head to look at her sister. “Why does no one want to be my friend Madeleine.” her voice sounded like it had been dipped in a big batch of self-pity and depression. She let out another sigh and she looked towards the table before back at her sister. “They had been asking me to come out for weeks and when I finally decide to come they don't even show up. Why doesn't anyone like me...I'm a likable person right?” She rhetorically asked her. She knew she was a likable person. Well, probably anyways. I mean, it's been four years since they moved here and honestly. Besides Madeleine, Jake was really the only person she'd call a friend.
Girls were so complicated though. There is always a lot of drama at work which who and who are friends and who and who are friends but not really. Maybe she missed her chance at making friends? Maybe she was getting too old for this. Making friends was much harder now than it had ever been before it seemed. At least for her, it felt that way.
Ingrid moved her glass in front of her face, bending the straw down to her mouth, taking a sip and then moving it away to look at Madeleine with her 'life is pointless' look. Honestly, this isn't the first time this has happened to Ingrid. She wanted to get along with other girls, she wanted to be their friends but every time she tried it was just... awkward. Like she'd never been properly socialized with other little girls in her youth... with honestly with the war was probably true. It wasn't like she didn't have anything in common with other girls... she had plenty in common! Probably...
She let out another sad sigh. “I got all dressed up to be disappointed once again, I am the fool. Why do I even try anymore? I'm going to die friendless.. minus you... and Jake. You guys don't count.” she continued her pity party.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 8:43:57 GMT -7
Madeleine was startled by her sister’s immediate self-harm. She jumped back slightly when Ingrid’s head hit the bar top. “I mean, you’re alright,” Madeleine stated, unsurely. She didn’t really know how Ingrid was with her friends. In Madeleine’s opinion, her sister could be a little intense sometimes, but she doubted that would cause her to have no friends. Even Madeleine, who sometimes rarely said a word, was able to make friends.
“I have some kind-of friends here if you want to meet them…” Madeleine trailed off. She doubted that Ingrid would want to meet Madeleine’s co-workers’ wives. It wasn’t like they were overly interesting or relevant to Madeleine or Ingrid’s likes. She shook her head. “Never mind, they’re not that great.” She paused. “Sometimes being alone is a good thing. Less drama, right? Maybe they did you a favour.” Madeleine didn’t really know what she was talking about. As an introvert, Madeleine preferred to be by herself most of the time. She knew that her personal opinions didn’t speak for everyone. She just didn’t know how to comfort her older sister. It was usually the reverse, wasn’t it? When an older sister helped a younger one? Then again, the two of them were only a couple of years off in age. Their history just made Ingrid seem older than she was and Madeleine younger.
“Yeah, I’m used to not counting,” Madeleine said in a self-deprecating way. “Why do you need so many friends? Who cares if you’re alone? It’s quality, not quantity, right?” she paused and looked around. “Most of the people here probably wouldn’t even notice if you just slipped into their group.” She laughed at her awkward comment. “Or, you know, it’s easier to … make a friend?” her blue eyes indicated a man nearby who had his eye on her sister. As Ingrid’s sister, though, it was kind of weird to imply such a thing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 21:45:06 GMT -7
Ingrid sighed when Madeleine spoke. Of course, her beloved sister would say that. It was her sister. They were best buddies had been pretty close since well, since Jon went missing died. There was some bit of distance between when that happened and when Ingrid changed their lives forever.
Ingrid was more extroverted than introverted for sure. Without a question. She also has this completely unrealistic idea of what having close girlfriends is really like. The bonding friendship that girls go through during their teen years. Ingrid never really experienced that because of the war and everything. “Maybe you're right...” she whined to herself. Madeleine seemed to have her shit together. At least appear to be. Ingrid was all over the place. Her shit was here and there but never in the same place.
“I don't know.. I just feel like I'm supposed too, you know? Like I feel like I'm supposed to have more friends or at least people I know better than acquaintances.” Her head was still on the table, looking at her sister. She'd never admit it but she always thought Madeleine got the best genes in the family. Or perhaps she just hid her chaotic behavior very well from Ingrid.
It could be as simple as Ingrid felt free, free of the burden of District 10. Free from their father. Which causes her to become a wreck. It had to have been due to having to have her shit together for so many years and now that he's gone, and gone for good. She can be herself or at least who she feels she is. She's still trying to figure that one out.
When Madeleine suggested infiltrating a group of friends and just become one of them. She honestly thought that was the best damn idea she'd ever hear of. Honestly, she didn't know how she came up with it. However, the more she thought about it the more she realized how kinda creepy that could be. Unless the group was very intoxicated and welcomed her with open arms.
She watched her sister signal her to something behind her. Ingrid slowly rolled her head on the bar top to look the other way. Almost immediately noticed the man noticed her and sat up instantly. She looked back at Madeleine, attempting to look as casual as ever. She banged her hand on the bar top and raised it to receive a bartender's attention.
He acknowledged her and eventually made his way over. Before the bartender could even ask what she wanted. “SHOTS, WE'RE DOING SHOTS, DEALERS CHOICE” she kind of shouted? It was a little loud in the bar at this point. The bartender simply nodded and a few moments he placed one in front of Ingrid and Madeleine.
Ingrid took both of them. They were terrible but she needed some liquid courage at this point. “ANOTHER,” she said. This time, she left the second one in front of Madeleine for her to do one with her.
Ingrid was not a girl to do shots but she was becoming one that did this night.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 11:49:49 GMT -7
Madeleine raised an eyebrow at her sister’s self-doubt but didn’t say anything. Her sister was great, and although she could be a pain in the ass on occasion (which sister isn’t?), Madeleine found it difficult to imagine that anyone would dislike her or stand her up. Madeleine felt anger in the pit of her stomach and wanted to find those friends and tell them off, but that wasn’t in Madeleine’s personality. Instead, she had a sympathetic look on her face.
“Of course I’m right,” Madeleine said with arrogance that wasn’t part of her typical personality, completely because she was with her sister. In front of company, she wouldn’t have said anything in such a way. She hated to be seen as anything other than pleasant and friendly. It wasn’t that Madeleine had emotions outside of that, but she had learned to keep those inside. Their father had ensured that anything but would get one punished, and she didn’t want to deal with that anymore. Their father had been right, anyway. It was hard to get anywhere in life when you were miserable or were confrontational. She had seen how many times that Ingrid got beat more than herself. She had no idea why Ingrid hadn’t just quieted down and listened to their father – he was head of the family after all and took care of them.
Madeleine didn’t really know what to say. “I don’t really have anyone like that,” she admitted. She smiled, though, “I don’t have to deal with so much drama, though, I just have to deal with the guys at work. They always say that girls are dramatic – I doubt they’ve ever worked in a mostly-male workplace.” She tried to get the subject off of friends. She was admittedly kind of lonely at times. She missed living with Ingrid, but also knew that she was too old otherwise. Even living in a small one-bedroom apartment felt empty at times.
Madeleine fell off her stool when Ingrid banged the bar with her hand. The person next to her helped her back up and her cheeks got a little rosy from the attention the two of them suddenly had. Instead, she forced herself to smile. Ingrid had always been the more adventurous one, and Madeleine imagined that Ingrid always had a lot more fun.
Madeline reached for one of the shots, but it was whipped away before she could even take it. The next one she looked at skeptically. Madeline was not a “shots” kind of person.
“Ing, you know that each shot is the equivalent of one drink right…” she sort of trailed off, unsure if her sister could even hear her. “Don’t you think you should slow it down?” she knew she sounded like a mother and she cringed at herself. “I guess if dad can drink and handle it, we can,” she grinned mischievously, much more confidently than she actually felt. She threw the shot back and grimaced. “Oh f*ck, that’s harsh.” Trying to impress her sister, she ordered three more, but handed one to the man who had approached. It had taken her a moment to get the bartender’s attention as she hadn’t been as demanding as her sister, but still quicker than other people’s due to the bartender giving them the side eye over how Ingrid was behaving.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 12:29:10 GMT -7
The liquor burned her throat to no end. It was not going to stop her. Ingrid could barely hear Madeleine's voice when she talked about Ingrid slowing down. She did hear, her comment about their father. The comment sent shivers down her spine. Father couldn't drink and handle it. The only sense he could handle the drinks were not getting sick afterward. By all other means, he could not drink it. He'd beat her senseless just for looking at him sometimes. She'd rather be beaten than Madeleine though. She'd take any heat for her beloved little sister. That's what sisters were for right?
Ingrid spent most of her life looking out for her sister. Making sure she was never in harm's way as much as she could. A bit like a helicopter parent except protecting her from the actual parent. Ingrid knew that growing up like this was not how other families were. She had witnessed this one day when she was very young. She had been at a friends house, somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, to begin with. Her friend, broke something... a glass? Ingrid couldn't quite remember what had broken. She was ready to take the blame though. To take the beating that was sure to come. It was her job. But that didn't happen. The friend's father came, made sure no one got hurt or cut by the glass. He was concerned for his child's well-being than the actual accident. There was no beating and no angry. That's when she learned her life was not how it was supposed to be. That's when she started to fight back. She had always protected Madeleine growing up but that moment made her change. That's when she started to fight back against her father, making him target her and mostly only her. In an attempt to save Madeleine from most of the beatings.
It was at this moment, Ingrid was pulled back to reality when just the sound of Madeleine's voice. She couldn't help but grin. Her sister, all grown up now. “The trick is to not taste it.” She nudged her sister before chuckling. She was impressed, however. She knew how much Madeleine was not into shots and here she was, willingly participating in them. This night started terribly but it was ending great.
When Madeleine handed the third shot to the man who had approached. She simply smiled. “Cheers. to...” she paused. What did people normally celebrate? “New beginnings?” she questioned before downing another shot. The bar had gotten much louder since she had arrived. “What brings you here?” she questioned the man.
She spoke but Ingrid couldn't hear a thing. She held her hand up to her ear with a “what?” followed by it. Ingrid wasn't deaf but she sure wasn't use too how loud a bar was. The man moved closer. “You caught my attention and I just had to come over,” he said. He was obviously flirting, however. Ingrid was not used to such things and didn't actually catch on to what he was saying. She laughed lightly, “I mean what brings you do the bar.” she clarified her question. He made a face of understanding. “Boredom really,” he responded. Ingrid ordered another round of shots. “I'm Ingrid and this.” she paused and gestured to her sister. “This is Madeleine. My sister.” In Ingrid mind. She knew that was why he really came over. If it were true, that's a different story. She never saw her self as particularly attractive enough to actually have someone start hitting her up. Or she was just completely oblivious to it which was true.
“I'm Leon. Do you two come here often?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 18:37:42 GMT -7
We are night people roaming the streets
Night people, we get what we need
Madeleine was more than used to Ingrid taking care of her. Most of the time she took it for granted. It was just the way they were, it was a constant. Ingrid was her rock. She had never known anything less and she loved her for that, even when she thought that Ingrid was being overbearing. It took years for Madeleine to realize that Ingrid wasn’t trying to be harsh or anything, but rather that she meant to help.
“Not to taste it?” Madeleine responded with an arched eyebrow. “And how does one not taste what is on their tongue?” she shivered at the thought of doing that again. “Why not just take it as a drink? It tastes so much better than just… that.” she shivered at the thought of doing that again. “Why not just take it as a drink? It tastes so much better than just… that.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t like to drink, that was hardly the case – you didn’t work with a bunch of other blacksmiths, predominately male blacksmiths, and not drink. Her drinks of choice, however, were always fruity drinks that most people passed off as ‘girly drinks.’ It made the alcohol almost impossible to taste, and from the shot that she just took, that was a good thing.
Ingrid still made Madeleine lost. “What new beginnings?” she didn’t take her eyes off her sister as she began to speak to the nameless man. He eventually turned to her and she gave him a shy wave and hoped desperately that he would go away. She didn’t like meeting men in bars, not since the one time when one of them attempted to assault to her – attempted being the key word. The men she worked with were like brothers; they didn’t leave her defenseless. He had a nice smile, though, and her sister seemed keen on continuing to speak to him, so she didn’t come up with an excuse to leave.
“No,” was Madeleine’s quick answer. “I mean, I’m here sometimes but not… not a regular.” Her shyness returned after briefly having disappearing for a bit when she had first come across Ingrid alone. She turned her face away for another shot, this one going down a little easier as she knew what to expect. “Erm – what about yourself?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going but didn’t really know how. wc: 373 x @ingrid
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