child's play // arctic {blitz}

Today, I decided to explore. Put my boots on and pull over my coat - I was ready to explore. Despite having explored every part of District Seven once before, the child in me wanted it. I craved some sort of adventure and exploring the district was my favorite part about the idea. Taking whatever thoughts I had of the day and shoving them away so I could embrace the cold hair with rosy cheeks and awed giggles at the fogs of air that'd puff out of our mouths.

Footsteps followed into a more of a waddle as I slowly trudged across the district, trying to avoid the ice and I'd occasionally let out a giggle at how silly I must look. I'd look up and around at any passerby's and leave them a small youth-filled grin.

So, I was just making my way around the district - me being myself and this boy starts to approach me. At first I'm excited, because like, wow, people! But then I'm like - oh no because he looks kinda upset or something and that doesn't sounds like much of a fun time.

He gets to me, gives the casual 'hey' of a greeting and I gave my own goofy wave. He has his arms folded (oh god oh LORD, what have i done) and he's just like "are you okay". Do I look sick or something? I don't think so - I look at myself, give a small sniff - nope nothing wrong.

"Of course I'm okay!" I give a small frown. "Why do you ask?"

Upon the other male stuttering over his words, Kip stifled back a giggle due to the many of attempts. "Oh! U-um!" The other male had stammered. "You seemed like you might, maybe, uh, be lost. So I was just wondering, if, you know, you weren't lost. Y'know? There wasn't much question that the other meant no harm to him. It was juts a simple question with a simple answer. "You're fine!" Kip reassured him with a small nod of his head.

"What's your name? I'm Kip." He offered out his hand for the other to shake. Despite having the mindset of a child, he still new manners very well.

Despite how close he had been from death's grip what seems only two years ago ; it feels insane to most people that someone could do that. Especially in that situation, where people seem to look at it - scoff, and walk away. They thought that someone volunteering for another spot was completely insane.

And the fact that it was a past tribute's sibling? Crazy.

He's such a child at heart that people didn't expect him to stay the same as he was before, despite how close he was to not even being anymore.

The boy's name was Romeo. Kip mouthed it, and it rolled well of the tongue. He liked it. It felt eloquent, natural. It was a cool name and Kip liked cool names. "How old are you? I'm 18."