have thine own way {CoS day 1}

    Darkness dwells before my gaze while shadows sprint swiftly into the night's ethereal embrace. Wickedness warps perception piecing together a certain chaos the Game Makers clearly intended to create. I can't help the smile which steals across my skin. Its a wonderful world full of endless opportunities, endless chances to make marks even if in the skin of others. I've never felt more free of society's shackles, free from a family that I feel nothing for. In this realm of pain and little pleasure it doesn't matter who I am. All that matters is who kills who first on a stage perfectly set by the eternal presence of the prevailing moon. I am no longer a simple Shim, I'm a soul with a chance to be remembered. 

    Stones scramble and scatter as my feet fall continuously upon the constructed dirt. Off in some unknown direction I swear the sound of voices hovers from the depths of the dark. Instinctively I'm drawn away from such possible danger seeing how not a single item aside from my creepy costume clings to my being. As I slink further into the swaying shadows of what I imagine is wheat, another sense of fear furls inside my stomach. Steps now close into my position as peril pierces my heart. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as fight or flee engulfs my existence. I wait as my fingers enclose into fists and I prepare to question whether the first canon will belong to my body. I step out from my secret seclusion.

    A sigh shudders my body as the tensing in my shoulders drops and eases as well. Now free fingers flow through my sweat strung hair as my pants from running for so long berate the air. Before me each of my allies appears unharmed yet by whatever aside from the other tributes lurks devilishly in the dark. I merely raise a hand in welcome and silently thank whatever driving power persists in the Universe for allowing me to find them, much better to be in a group than alone. 

    As we continue to wander further into the withering wavering wheat fields my natural annoyance cuts through the silence of our situation. "Well this sucks. I figured someone would have gotten something." I barely pause for a response as I figure one won't be conjured for a statement as simple as that from a near stranger. "Better hope at least one of our last names or being an Eleven gets us some notice from the Capitol." 

    Mere minutes later sounds spur from above us bringing our attention to the silver of parachutes gliding gleefully towards us. I don't really know why I bother checking if any belonged to me, I'm not exactly the most notable tribute at this point. Still an axe ends up in my hands from Rhaegar causing curiosity to pull at my mind. It's probably simply better for more of us to have weapons than not, friendship in the arena is an illusion after all. 

    "Thanks."

     It's all I can find a way to say.