We all fall down -Sarah-
Apr 24, 2011 0:41:25 GMT -5
Post by Ren Nathan Cross on Apr 24, 2011 0:41:25 GMT -5
I sat at the edge of the road, wondering about everything and nothing at the same time. I do this often enough. It is a good escape from life, and often I need one. I looked around at the myriad factories, and shook my head, smelling the sulfur, and the fuel that the machines need to keep going. It was about noon outside, with a low cloud-cover, and a soft breeze. The birds were making their songs known, which only added to my headache.
Most people know me by, "That kid". Others who know me better know me as Ren. I am a Career Tribute, and I am my fathers son. I am faster than my brother, and stronger than my mother. I do not fear man. I kept this going through my head as I go through my normal routine, helps me keep my head on straight most of the time.
I don't notice when people walk by me, my thoughts turned somewhere else I get kicked in the head. I look up, my head throbbing, and just sigh. I was in the walkway again. I get back up the stairs of my dwelling and lean against the frame of my door. I look up, my ears tuned into every sound around me, and I start picking up different voices in the crowd.
Usually its just a conglomeration of sound that hits you like a wall, but this is different. Its like finding the Eye of the storm. I can pick up different voices, and different moods of talking in a small bubble of people to my left, but when I look, I can't find them. It confuses me, honestly.
Most people know me by, "That kid". Others who know me better know me as Ren. I am a Career Tribute, and I am my fathers son. I am faster than my brother, and stronger than my mother. I do not fear man. I kept this going through my head as I go through my normal routine, helps me keep my head on straight most of the time.
I don't notice when people walk by me, my thoughts turned somewhere else I get kicked in the head. I look up, my head throbbing, and just sigh. I was in the walkway again. I get back up the stairs of my dwelling and lean against the frame of my door. I look up, my ears tuned into every sound around me, and I start picking up different voices in the crowd.
Usually its just a conglomeration of sound that hits you like a wall, but this is different. Its like finding the Eye of the storm. I can pick up different voices, and different moods of talking in a small bubble of people to my left, but when I look, I can't find them. It confuses me, honestly.
