:We're still so young: (Open)
Feb 19, 2011 14:50:32 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Feb 19, 2011 14:50:32 GMT -5
[/color]Phoenix Medona
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Phoenix Medona's day had not exactly turned out fabulously. Probably because she was jammed into a room with at least twelve males. At least. And with this quite disturbed realization, Phoenix had stumbled over green mat's, nearly thrown herself into a fire, nearly got her finger cut off by a loose blade and last but not least, failed at a majority of the things that she tried to do. Phoenix Medona; was on top of it, was sweating up a storm. In all honesty, Phoenix had a flustered mind that was even more insane by the intense hunger she was feeling in her stomach when she finally heard a pleasant beeping noise, followed by the opening of a dining hall room. Sure, it was smaller and thus; a closer proximity to males. Much closer.
Her skin crawled as she dashed away from the firemaking station. Her fingers were singed slightly from trying to get the twine to ignite, and the firemaking instructor had started to scream at Phoenix. She had been rushed to the first aid station and had been given herbs for her fingers. The instructor mentioned that Phoenix was some type of failure when it came to this type of thing. She even said that she didn't know one person who was putting bets on Phoenix. Or district six in general. She said something about "Making bets on district six winning for the last fourty years and now what? A thirteen year old Andriphobic and a scrawny twelve year old come in and make my life into a horrid, inconsistant mess?" The firemaking instructor should of had a tattoo of the word "bitter" on her forehead and her light blue puffy vest have the same word sewn onto its pocket.
Phoenix had been relieved when she walked into the dining hall, something that was slightly elevated from the rest of the training center. It was a large room, with a whole wall made of glass. Part of it peered at the street level of the capitol, with people gushing and observing the tributes in the room. The floors were lightly colored pine, and the tables were made of the same material and square shaped. The chairs had blue seats that twirled around in circles, if you pleased to. On each table was a banquet of flowers, the color of the sky. And circling the room were small carts filled with food, or even a few little booths embedded into the walls. The carts each had some form of food in them, either it be juices or meats.
Phoenix found a relativley unseeable table, one in the far right corner. She shuffled to the said table, her eyes towards the group opposed to the other tributes. Carefully, she went towards a cart fairly close to the table, the one that had a large selection of rices of some sort. Phoenix, always relying on staples opposed to anything, had grabbed a ceramic bowl from the cart and filled the bowl with white rice. She had topped it with some gravy and chicken, and found herself munching on it on the way back to the table. Handling the fork between her fingertips, she carefully jabbed a piece of chicken and was a little off-guard.
Instantly catching herself in the state of not-caring; Phoenix bolted upright in her seat, eying the people around her suspciously. She could see a girl; the one from district one who could be working with her cousin to secretly kidnap her. Then, of course, York could rape her. She shuddered; her over-thought-out production running through her head. Yes, that was what would happen. She could feel it in her bones. Biting her teeth together, she grabbed her other hand and tried to think of something, something that she could do to pervent this from happening.
Thats when Phoenix saw the frozen yogurt machine. Oh, the glorious frozen yogurt machine. Most likely her savior of sorts. She chuckled nervously as she went over to it, and carefully putting the cup under it, she pressed the chocolate button and waited a few seconds for the machine to sputter its contents into the paper dish. Phoenix carefully stuck a spoon and it and lifted it to her lips, slowly. Watching the career tribute and the district three one by eachother.... Maybe if she were to take down two people opposed to one..... Phoenix smiled carefully and threw the rest of the frozen yogurt towards them.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
