OPEN Its okay, really its not
Mar 13, 2010 21:09:43 GMT -5
Post by cinder on Mar 13, 2010 21:09:43 GMT -5
*** open. this thread takes place a little in the past
The memories burned. They were enchanting, but they burned. Like watching a flame. So beautiful, flickering and illuminating everything in the room, but then you touch it and it hurts so much. Her insides were on fire, but on the outside Arcadia was cold. How could it be that she was dying by fire and by ice? Had the two major killers of the world teamed up in order t o finally put Miss London out of her misery? It seemed like it. While her insides ached and burned, her outsides slowly froze. The tears that ran down her face were icy cold, the breath tta escaped her lips was painful and sharp, and the blood that ran down her pointy, gaunt body was a rusty color now, frozen by the night. It was winter, after all.
A Career, Arcadia was a Career, but no Career is dumb enough to do a cross-country trek in the snow, in the middle of the night like she was now. There was a reason. Death was following her. The memories that burned like fire once again ran through her head. The Reaping. The name, chosen. The glance Father had given her. Her own voice straining to be heard, and finally the hand that clamped over her mouth. "You can die next year," the meaty girl had announced, holding Arcadia in a head lock and covering her mouth so she could not volunteer for the Games as Father had commanded. "This one and I have bad blood between us. I want her dead."
She had fainted. Arcadia was a tough cookie, people didn't often defeat her but that girl had been too big and strong. If she had had warning, Arcadia could have been quicker but lack of air and nerves had caused her to just pass out. The meaty girl let her drop to the floor and nobody noticed Arcadia, daughter of dead Tribute London, fall to the ground defeated. And Cady-Birds chance to win fell with her. She was only seventeen, so there was always next year, but Father would kill her by then.
So finally when she woke up from a bizarre dream where she had competed in the Games, Cady found herself alone in the Square. Somebody had dragged her over to a bench and sat her down on it. Father hadn't seen her, thank the lord. Her blue eyes searched the night. Maybe this was a trap, an elaborate trap he had set. But it was not, and so she walked.
Cady got to watch as a crying girl and a suicidal looking boy were loaded on a train she longed to be on. Where was the glory, the possible adventurous death she had promised would come to pass? Suddenly her life seized to have meaning. Cady would run away. She would flee District Two and return next year stronger and wilder. She would compete in the Games and win and everything would be alright again. Father wont kill me. I wont have to face Griffin. Her Trainer and her Lover, the two people who occupied her mind most of the time would hate her now, but later they wouldn't, and, and
Hours later she was still running. Nothing felt real now. This was all such a mess
ooc- obviously she isn't understanding much now. Once theres a person--a threat--near, shell start to comprehend and such.
Plus Im tired :/