missing summer ❁ itzal&haze
Feb 1, 2023 9:59:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2023 9:59:14 GMT -5
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Through the beginning of the week, Haizea had learned she had no clue what she was doing. Even less than most others, it seemed, as much as she hoped it wouldn't be so. She excelled in the plants station naturally, but even Karl seemed unimpressed - that's her district partner. A brooding man, she tries to like him. A district 11er coming out the gate with nothing more than the ability to separate blackberries from poison ivy, though, that's not going to surprise anybody, especially not any sponsors.
You see, Haizea had never actually watched the Games herself. She'd catch glimpses of it in the Town Square or in the cafeteria at school, both mandatory by the District - if Vasco had a choice, surely it'd have been shut down decades ago - so her understanding of what's going on was pretty limited. The whole process seemed so overwhelming to this small girl, while everyone around her seemed so much more capable.
She grew reluctant to the open training rooms. Too many peering eyes; ironic, as most of what she learned was copied from what other tributes seemed to be getting right. On the forth day, she finds herself in a side room, mirrors covering the twelve foot tall walls, every angle repeating the image of herself and a boy she already had a trouble looking at directly. She watched the other Reapings on mute, focusing more on the faces rather than the anguished reactions.
It wore on her too much, too quickly.
But this boy, this was Itzal Usoa, District 5, she felt almost creepy being in the same room as him now. As if she already crossed a line memorizing who that face belonged to; if Yani was here, she'd slap some sense in her, knock the boy crazy right onto the floor where it needed to be. But Haizea couldn't resist between the days of anxiety and hormones galore, she'd give herself thirty seconds to take in the sight of him. Catching the muscles in his legs as he stretched through a reflection of a reflection in the corner of her eye - she wouldn't be caught dead staring right now.
Once she grew daring, Haizea looked at him directly through the mirror, mimicking the stretch routine this boy took from home until a Charlie horse caught up to her. "Ow, ow, ow," groaning from her, breaking the silence as she tries soothing the aching muscle of her right calf.
