no words, only signs [flysss;blitz]
Oct 8, 2015 23:18:34 GMT -5
Post by arx on Oct 8, 2015 23:18:34 GMT -5
Jequirity Eckhart
in this white wave
It was at the very end of the television broadcast, the part where the District 12 tributes (Chloe Angor, District 12 & Neptune Liefde, District 12) stepped up on the stage. The camera cut in and out, letting the people watching see their reactions, just like it had been with all the other Districts. Same routine twelve times in a row. But I promised myself I would know all the names. I would know my killer and I would know who I killed.
And it was then that I saw it. The boy --- Neptune, his hands moved like my sister's hands. Not a nervous twitch or a psychotic break, but signs. He's signing! I nearly leapt from my chair.
It was then I knew I had to --- sign with him. Everyone else would demand that I speak, use my words, say something. But he would only make me move my fingers and hands, never wanting any words to fall from my lips. He was my one chance at interaction before I died.
Of course I didn't know the circumstance, whether he was deaf or just chose not to speak like me, but I knew he'd understand. He had to understand...
I bundle up all my courage and shove it into my chest, forcing myself to move across the Training Center to where the boy was. One tap of my hand against his shoulder and I was recalling the signs I had begun memorizing the moment my Moms got the diagnosis that my youngest sister would never hear.
I hear that you and I have a bit in common, I smile and let my hands fall to my sides.
And it was then that I saw it. The boy --- Neptune, his hands moved like my sister's hands. Not a nervous twitch or a psychotic break, but signs. He's signing! I nearly leapt from my chair.
It was then I knew I had to --- sign with him. Everyone else would demand that I speak, use my words, say something. But he would only make me move my fingers and hands, never wanting any words to fall from my lips. He was my one chance at interaction before I died.
Of course I didn't know the circumstance, whether he was deaf or just chose not to speak like me, but I knew he'd understand. He had to understand...
I bundle up all my courage and shove it into my chest, forcing myself to move across the Training Center to where the boy was. One tap of my hand against his shoulder and I was recalling the signs I had begun memorizing the moment my Moms got the diagnosis that my youngest sister would never hear.
I hear that you and I have a bit in common, I smile and let my hands fall to my sides.
in this silence, i believe
