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Hunting Finch [Open]
Jul 22, 2011 2:25:01 GMT -5
Post by Deus Ex [Falx] on Jul 22, 2011 2:25:01 GMT -5
Hunter had been wandering aimlessly across the district since earlier at breakfast, not quite in the mood to watch the games that day. He'd been watching the games for a while now and was beginning to grow bored of watching 23 innocents slaughtered. But what'd it matter? This was life in Panem and there was no changing it, even if he could. Maybe he'd run into someone and have a conversation to entertain him, but entertainment wasn't always easy to come by. That is, unless you thought long shifts in a dangerous mine was fun. Well I guess the rush of adrenaline 'will you live or will you die', maybe that was something in itself.
He had made his way from the Seam, across the square, towards the Victor's Village and a circle around the village and now heading back towards the seam. He figured he'd just continue to walk in circle until he either got bored, tripped, ran into someone, or lost all interest in doing things and walked back home again. Back on the topic of the games, he was geared to thinking about who would win. District 12 had been having great luck in the past few games, but he knew that the coal miner's luck didn't last too long.
He had made his way from the Seam, across the square, towards the Victor's Village and a circle around the village and now heading back towards the seam. He figured he'd just continue to walk in circle until he either got bored, tripped, ran into someone, or lost all interest in doing things and walked back home again. Back on the topic of the games, he was geared to thinking about who would win. District 12 had been having great luck in the past few games, but he knew that the coal miner's luck didn't last too long.
