Public 89th PTSes!
Oct 15, 2021 13:03:05 GMT -5
Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Oct 15, 2021 13:03:05 GMT -5
t s a r a .
"do you remember
how we lit up the room?
And how you felt before
you met all my different moods?"
The doors open and Tsara sauntered in. She’d spent the previous summer perfecting her walk. Every step began with the soft underside of her heel, rolled forward to the tip of her big toe, which softly kissed the floor goodbye. She could glide effortlessly now, arms swinging gently, gaze focused.
She came to the center of the room, said quickly, “just Tsara is fine,” and then waved at one of the trainers. “Queue up my sparring session please.”
She turned to the screen as it flickered. As she and Liza sized each other up, Tsara twisted her fingers into her heavy curls and began to knot her hair atop her head. By the time her right hook bruised the other girl’s nose, Tsara had a crown of blonde hair neatly organized atop her skull. A self-satisfied smile parted her lips as she turned back to the Gamemakers.
“Look, I don’t want to waste your time. That’s probably the most violent thing I’ve done in my entire life. If I’m going to win your Games -- and believe me, I want to -- it’s not going to because I learned how to lob a knife or stab someone with a spear.” Tsara tucked her arms around her chest, hands creeping up towards her armpits. “It’s because you decided to like me enough to keep me alive.”
With that, still holding herself together, Tsara moved first to the firemaking station. She worked quickly to start a campfire. With embers drifting towards the ceiling, Tsara picked up a plain backpack. She filled it with medical supplies, a lantern, some plastic play food that would have been more at home in a daycare center, a flashlight, sunglasses and a notepad. She scooped up a water canteen, filled it, and then slung that and the backpack around herself. Every movement was purposeful, methodical.
Thus provisioned, she hiked back across the center to the campfire, which was burning merrily. She hunkered down on a fake log, took a moment to get comfortable, and then lifted her gaze to the Gamemakers.
“So if I just sit here for the next forty or so minutes, what happens? Like, do you all just sit with me? If I leave right now, do you get a break, or does the next tribute come on in?” Tsara drummed her fingertips on her lower lip. “I don’t have much to give you all, except maybe this little bit of time. All I’m asking is that you try to like me, like me a whole lot -- maybe even enough to save me.”
And with that, Tsara slipped out of the straps, stomped a few times on the dying fire, and gave a little wave on her way out of the center.
The private sessions have been a bang so far, but of course, Danny expected nothing less from the careers. Each one had been something to watch, but now they were starting to get into the districts that would be the wild card. He had sat back as he looked towards Josiah and Aloysuis and gave a raised eyebrow.
He watched as the girl from District Three sauntered into the room. He knew that she was related to another tribute in the 76th games. He made it far, so to be quite honest, Danny had high hopes for Tsara as well.
She spoke, but Danny wasnt sure what her play was. To be quite honest, speaking up to the game makers didnt really do much for Danny. She wasnt the first to address them, and she wouldnt be the last either. He looked over to the others and gave a light shrug as he continued to watch.
When she left the room, Danny shrugged, realizing that she could at least light a fire, and maybe even talk someone into walking away from fighting her. However, were those really useful traits in the arena?
Danny shook his head as he looked away from his colleagues. He wrote a hasty 5 next to Tsara Fer's name.