And We're Crashing Like Waves [Anzie]
Jun 8, 2014 12:57:45 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Jun 8, 2014 12:57:45 GMT -5
Does, Says, Thinks
She had said goodbye to her brothers, had tried to keep from showing them just how much it hurt to leave them, had nearly failed. Reef and Ray could not be more different, just as their reasons for not wanting to see her go were different. Though being siblings was enough for them to both be sad. It was horrible to watch them walk out of the door, to have it shut behind them, but she knew this wasn't the worst part of this whole event. Or maybe it was, it felt pretty damn bad.
Now she sat on the train in silence, popping small piece of some food or other after another small piece. While she wasn't especially hungry, she knew that she should eat to keep her strength up. She was a career, and if she didn't live up to that then her whole family would be shamed. Angrily she stabbed at something that reminded her of beef, but with the way the Capitolites over dressed even their food it was hard to tell. It tasted like beef as she chewed, mulling over what was to come. The rest of this train ride, though exceptionally quick, felt like an eternity in this silence. After that she would be primped and preened for her true début to the world, then it was off to the training center. Maybe there she would feel more at ease. Right now, though, she was as tense as a bowstring.
Alone in the train car she looked around for something to help her relax a little. An oddly coloured drink caught her eye, the blue-green shade reminding her of the ocean's water in the summer. Standing, leaving half of her food behind, she went to the decanter and poured herself a small glass of the stuff. Her suspicions confirmed, she smelled the alcohol as she lifted the glass to her face. With a shrug to no one but herself she tossed her head back and the burning liquid hit the back of her throat. Taken by surprise by the strength of the stuff she choked and coughed, bending down with her hands on her knees as she spluttered. Some career, I can't even down a shot. The burning didn't subside, and neither did her coughs. She felt like she would die right there. Pathetic way to die.
Now she sat on the train in silence, popping small piece of some food or other after another small piece. While she wasn't especially hungry, she knew that she should eat to keep her strength up. She was a career, and if she didn't live up to that then her whole family would be shamed. Angrily she stabbed at something that reminded her of beef, but with the way the Capitolites over dressed even their food it was hard to tell. It tasted like beef as she chewed, mulling over what was to come. The rest of this train ride, though exceptionally quick, felt like an eternity in this silence. After that she would be primped and preened for her true début to the world, then it was off to the training center. Maybe there she would feel more at ease. Right now, though, she was as tense as a bowstring.
Alone in the train car she looked around for something to help her relax a little. An oddly coloured drink caught her eye, the blue-green shade reminding her of the ocean's water in the summer. Standing, leaving half of her food behind, she went to the decanter and poured herself a small glass of the stuff. Her suspicions confirmed, she smelled the alcohol as she lifted the glass to her face. With a shrug to no one but herself she tossed her head back and the burning liquid hit the back of her throat. Taken by surprise by the strength of the stuff she choked and coughed, bending down with her hands on her knees as she spluttered. Some career, I can't even down a shot. The burning didn't subside, and neither did her coughs. She felt like she would die right there. Pathetic way to die.
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