The End of this Ruthless Lullaby {JB/Arrows/Blitz?}
Sept 29, 2015 23:14:25 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Sept 29, 2015 23:14:25 GMT -5
Ruth Foster
District One Female
Of The
71st Hunger Games
District One Female
Of The
71st Hunger Games
This is it, the calling I’ve been waiting for since I first watched my Sister and Mother disperse into the unknown of beyond the fence. In a few days from now I’ll be fighting for their, as well as my own, return to District One. Victory would mean I could care for them, as Father never could. I’m convinced that this is not the last time I’ll see the walls of this Justice Building. Yet why is there still a sorrowful aroma clouding my thoughts? Perhaps it’s due to the one and only visitor I expect to have.
And to no surprise Lullaby bursts into my room much faster then my prediction. So the bitch does care about me. Still my expression remains strong just as we planned it would if either of us were found in this position. This is what we’ve been raised to perform for the past six years, why would we be pitiful over the fact? Right now we must both be confident that we’re nowhere near final goodbyes. I’ll be seeing her again.
“Least you don’t have to kill me for volunteering for you.” I softly joke with a healthy smirk plastered across my lips. My eyes bore into her with a threat of leaving her rare emotions in the hallway. It wouldn’t be like her fret over what’s to come, not unless she’s certain I won’t make it back.
My muscles budge to embrace her while I still can, yet my instincts tell me otherwise; I have to stay tough. What if a simple hug makes me regret this deathly risk? I can’t take that chance at this point. “Enjoy the chaotic Foster house while you still can. We’ll be moving to the Victor’s village soon enough.” I reassure in another joking manner. There’s no denying I’ll greatly miss the Pokerfaced sweetheart before me, I just have to remember it won’t be for long.
And to no surprise Lullaby bursts into my room much faster then my prediction. So the bitch does care about me. Still my expression remains strong just as we planned it would if either of us were found in this position. This is what we’ve been raised to perform for the past six years, why would we be pitiful over the fact? Right now we must both be confident that we’re nowhere near final goodbyes. I’ll be seeing her again.
“Least you don’t have to kill me for volunteering for you.” I softly joke with a healthy smirk plastered across my lips. My eyes bore into her with a threat of leaving her rare emotions in the hallway. It wouldn’t be like her fret over what’s to come, not unless she’s certain I won’t make it back.
My muscles budge to embrace her while I still can, yet my instincts tell me otherwise; I have to stay tough. What if a simple hug makes me regret this deathly risk? I can’t take that chance at this point. “Enjoy the chaotic Foster house while you still can. We’ll be moving to the Victor’s village soon enough.” I reassure in another joking manner. There’s no denying I’ll greatly miss the Pokerfaced sweetheart before me, I just have to remember it won’t be for long.
