careless whisper {▲} maya/lily blitz
Jun 6, 2015 10:48:26 GMT -5
Post by Azalea on Jun 6, 2015 10:48:26 GMT -5
LXX
The repetition of each day here is the Capitol is getting sickening. Wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep. Most days, I forget to each lunch because I'm too busy forcing myself to make good impressions upon the other tributes or trying to master how to tie a useless knot which won't save my life. I'm beginning to think that I've gained very little, but lost a lot—my common sense.
I would make my time here effective by going to the weapons stations, but the only one that appeals to me is the blades one, and within that, the only sword that glows for me is the one held by the young girl. I don't know what she's doing with it, mind you. She just seems to hold it and look at it, sometimes doing some slashes and lunges, but most of the time she mutters something inaudible.
One day I'll pick it up.
No, I won't let myself waste time tying a knot which will not kill someone. Today, I am putting my foot deep into the thick of these games and am going to assert myself—even if it is against a small girl. Maybe the other tributes will see me though, and realise that I'm a force to be reckoned with. If they thought that though, I'd be more worried about them than me.
I move over to her, standing in front of her, my gaze looking firmly down at her hand and the blade. She looks up to me, her eyes revealing a fire burning in her spirit. I begin to rethink her innocence and try to level the playing ground.
"You've had that an awful long time. Did anyone teach you about sharing?"
My immediate thoughts make me feel like I've made an enemy and that my words have cut deep into this tiny girl. Maybe she'll just hand it over without further exchange of words, she can do anything, in fact—I just hope she doesn't make a scene.
I would make my time here effective by going to the weapons stations, but the only one that appeals to me is the blades one, and within that, the only sword that glows for me is the one held by the young girl. I don't know what she's doing with it, mind you. She just seems to hold it and look at it, sometimes doing some slashes and lunges, but most of the time she mutters something inaudible.
One day I'll pick it up.
No, I won't let myself waste time tying a knot which will not kill someone. Today, I am putting my foot deep into the thick of these games and am going to assert myself—even if it is against a small girl. Maybe the other tributes will see me though, and realise that I'm a force to be reckoned with. If they thought that though, I'd be more worried about them than me.
I move over to her, standing in front of her, my gaze looking firmly down at her hand and the blade. She looks up to me, her eyes revealing a fire burning in her spirit. I begin to rethink her innocence and try to level the playing ground.
"You've had that an awful long time. Did anyone teach you about sharing?"
My immediate thoughts make me feel like I've made an enemy and that my words have cut deep into this tiny girl. Maybe she'll just hand it over without further exchange of words, she can do anything, in fact—I just hope she doesn't make a scene.
