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only living girl in panem [pearl; day three leisure]
Oct 31, 2024 23:52:13 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Oct 31, 2024 23:52:13 GMT -5
the water passed over her one more time. her breath held tight as she hopes that this is the end of it. she had been through so much worse. if tidal waves did not scare her, then a ravishing storm would not either.
but she couldnt blame the gamemakers for trying.
she finally found a moment to take a deep breath. the water receded back into the pond, she felt the sting of dirt cut into her wounds, but she would not let it stop her from finding her footing. she lets go of the statue, she does not want to thank it, she does not want to think of her father. but she turns towards it, grabs it hand and squeezes it. she will not give it any sort of admonishment. but she will at least acknowledge that it did save her life.
she pressed her back for a moment towards the statue, her breath still shaky from all the water that washed into her mouth. none of it could have been good for her. she looked around for her bag, that had been conveniently slipped off her shoulder due to the onslaught. when she spotted it, she stood up and walked up to it. it seemed like everything was accounted for. she sat against another tree for what felt like hours and contemplated her next move. when she came too, the sun had moved in the sky far too much for her. she picked herself up and realized that this was her chance to drink.
she moved around to find a small shrine at the base of the pond. the water trickles down an intricate base, and for some reason, pearl believes that this water is not like the other. she does not fear what just happened. she was born in the water, it made her. it would take a lot more to traumatize her. she sips long and hard. she feels at ease after a minute or so.
she backs off from the shrine and takes in the sight for just a moment. thats when she realized that she had a bottle that she could fill. however, something felt off by the shrine, like it was a one time deal. she does not chance it. she walked away.
she lit a fire after some more time passed. she thought about how much she did miss home. it was fickle, she couldnt lie about that.
she looked up at the waining sun.
she was better off here anyway.
but she couldnt blame the gamemakers for trying.
she finally found a moment to take a deep breath. the water receded back into the pond, she felt the sting of dirt cut into her wounds, but she would not let it stop her from finding her footing. she lets go of the statue, she does not want to thank it, she does not want to think of her father. but she turns towards it, grabs it hand and squeezes it. she will not give it any sort of admonishment. but she will at least acknowledge that it did save her life.
she pressed her back for a moment towards the statue, her breath still shaky from all the water that washed into her mouth. none of it could have been good for her. she looked around for her bag, that had been conveniently slipped off her shoulder due to the onslaught. when she spotted it, she stood up and walked up to it. it seemed like everything was accounted for. she sat against another tree for what felt like hours and contemplated her next move. when she came too, the sun had moved in the sky far too much for her. she picked herself up and realized that this was her chance to drink.
she moved around to find a small shrine at the base of the pond. the water trickles down an intricate base, and for some reason, pearl believes that this water is not like the other. she does not fear what just happened. she was born in the water, it made her. it would take a lot more to traumatize her. she sips long and hard. she feels at ease after a minute or so.
she backs off from the shrine and takes in the sight for just a moment. thats when she realized that she had a bottle that she could fill. however, something felt off by the shrine, like it was a one time deal. she does not chance it. she walked away.
she lit a fire after some more time passed. she thought about how much she did miss home. it was fickle, she couldnt lie about that.
she looked up at the waining sun.
she was better off here anyway.
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