Why Bother? {Team Jazz}
Sept 29, 2011 14:54:13 GMT -5
Post by Ray on Sept 29, 2011 14:54:13 GMT -5
Zynna Yondall
The Capitol. How exciting. Actually, Zynna felt slightly claustrophobic and overwhelmed, now that she was actually here. The city was much more crowded than District 9. It felt like there was hardly room to breath. Everything was so bright and busy and everything was happening all at once, too. Some might say it meant there was always something interesting to see. Zynna would say it meant there was always something distracting you.
When the train pulled up, there were people waving and cheering as she stepped down. She didn’t think anyone would recognize her, but clearly there were some following the games very closely. She was jostled along to the Training Center, where she would be staying until they moved her along to the arena, wherever that was. She moved along in a daze, hardly paying attention to what was happening around her. She thought she would be too scared and nervous about training to sleep, but the moment her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep, restful sleep.
Zynna awoke expecting to see the rough wooden ceiling of her home, to turn her head and see Fara sleeping in the cot next to her, and her mother already up getting things ready to open the shop. Instead she was greeted by elegant silk fabric draping down from the ceiling in a canopy over her bed, white washed walls, and a huge luxurious room all to herself. It made her miss the small yet comfortable home she used to live in.
She threw on a soft gray T-shirt and black sweat pants, the first thing she grabbed out of the dresser. After washing her face and carelessly running a brush threw her hair, she made her way slowly down to where she hoped was the place she was supposed to be meeting her escort. She wandered around the training center, not really trying to get lost, but not necessarily trying to find her way there either.
Zynna walked through the dining area where a feast of a breakfast was set up. She ignored it and made her way to the door that would lead her down to the gym. “Not so fast!” her escort called, stopping her mid stride. “Zynna, dear, come eat something before you go to training.”
“I’m not hungry,” Zynna mumbled. Not entirely true, but she wasn’t going to feast on sausage and eggs while her family got whatever they could gather up. Her escort, whose name Zynna had not bothered to remember, gave her a stern look.
“Sweetie, I know you’re eager to practice, but you have to eat.” The escort seemed extremely concerned about Zynna, and that only made her hate the woman all the more. She spoke with the same high, annoying voice that all Capitolites shared, and she had such a sickly sweet tone of voice, always calling Zynna dear and honey in the most patient, loving way. It made Zynna want to plug up her ears with nails.
Zynna grabbed a roll out of the basket in the middle of the table. “There, happy?” She left the room before she could hear the escort’s answer. Nibbling on the roll as she went, she found the gym after most of the other tributes were already there. She finished eating before going inside, already feeling sick to her stomach. Just nerves, she told herself. She went in and leaned against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. She glanced around the huge training area, sizing up the mix of people here. Most of them looked older than her, and probably stronger.
Some of the trainers at the different stations gave her odd looks, probably wondering why she wasn’t training. Whatever, they could think what they wanted. She might go try out a station, if she got bored enough, but right now, Zynna was content to just sit and watch. Who cared about training anyway? She was going to die, and an extra hour of practice wasn’t enough to save her life.
The Capitol. How exciting. Actually, Zynna felt slightly claustrophobic and overwhelmed, now that she was actually here. The city was much more crowded than District 9. It felt like there was hardly room to breath. Everything was so bright and busy and everything was happening all at once, too. Some might say it meant there was always something interesting to see. Zynna would say it meant there was always something distracting you.
When the train pulled up, there were people waving and cheering as she stepped down. She didn’t think anyone would recognize her, but clearly there were some following the games very closely. She was jostled along to the Training Center, where she would be staying until they moved her along to the arena, wherever that was. She moved along in a daze, hardly paying attention to what was happening around her. She thought she would be too scared and nervous about training to sleep, but the moment her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep, restful sleep.
Zynna awoke expecting to see the rough wooden ceiling of her home, to turn her head and see Fara sleeping in the cot next to her, and her mother already up getting things ready to open the shop. Instead she was greeted by elegant silk fabric draping down from the ceiling in a canopy over her bed, white washed walls, and a huge luxurious room all to herself. It made her miss the small yet comfortable home she used to live in.
She threw on a soft gray T-shirt and black sweat pants, the first thing she grabbed out of the dresser. After washing her face and carelessly running a brush threw her hair, she made her way slowly down to where she hoped was the place she was supposed to be meeting her escort. She wandered around the training center, not really trying to get lost, but not necessarily trying to find her way there either.
Zynna walked through the dining area where a feast of a breakfast was set up. She ignored it and made her way to the door that would lead her down to the gym. “Not so fast!” her escort called, stopping her mid stride. “Zynna, dear, come eat something before you go to training.”
“I’m not hungry,” Zynna mumbled. Not entirely true, but she wasn’t going to feast on sausage and eggs while her family got whatever they could gather up. Her escort, whose name Zynna had not bothered to remember, gave her a stern look.
“Sweetie, I know you’re eager to practice, but you have to eat.” The escort seemed extremely concerned about Zynna, and that only made her hate the woman all the more. She spoke with the same high, annoying voice that all Capitolites shared, and she had such a sickly sweet tone of voice, always calling Zynna dear and honey in the most patient, loving way. It made Zynna want to plug up her ears with nails.
Zynna grabbed a roll out of the basket in the middle of the table. “There, happy?” She left the room before she could hear the escort’s answer. Nibbling on the roll as she went, she found the gym after most of the other tributes were already there. She finished eating before going inside, already feeling sick to her stomach. Just nerves, she told herself. She went in and leaned against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. She glanced around the huge training area, sizing up the mix of people here. Most of them looked older than her, and probably stronger.
Some of the trainers at the different stations gave her odd looks, probably wondering why she wasn’t training. Whatever, they could think what they wanted. She might go try out a station, if she got bored enough, but right now, Zynna was content to just sit and watch. Who cared about training anyway? She was going to die, and an extra hour of practice wasn’t enough to save her life.
