.:Let it go:. {Hayley; Matt; Rosetta}
Feb 17, 2011 20:09:42 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Feb 17, 2011 20:09:42 GMT -5
[/color]Phoenix Medona
So heres my confession, this time.[/size][/font][/url]
Training. Phoenix found that the training part of the games could possibly be the most painful, the most tedious and most time-consuming part of the games. Even a part that could be full of insanity. Sure, you had the tributes rushing about, braiding their lovely little knots or throwing the oh-so-dainty spears. With the people older than her busying themselves with large amounts of grueling effort and hard work as they scuttled around, doing what they pleased in every situation nessecary. Some people would try to master the art of plant-finding, while others would aim towards more intresting things, such as blade combat and such. Phoenix, just by being the observant little buggar she was, had always been intrigued by the small amount of training shots they gave them on the television screen.
But nothing would prepare the Medona child for what she was going to do currently. And waking up early was quite grueling for the thirteen year old to do. Honestly, it was quite hard to drag yourself out of bed to go train to go to your own death, especially since the stations Phoenix had been encouraged to take more survival skills than weaponary things. Of course, this was something that most people thought a thirteen year old would indeed take, but Phoenix had been cautious choosing the ones she would do or not. Or at least, in her mind. She would make the final descion when she was rushed to the basement. But, for that moment, Phoenix stood in the middle of the capitol bathroom with a fuzzy yellow towel draped around her overly-thin frame. She felt cold and didn't know exactly how to get to the closet without being a paranoid freak. Honestly, there could be a man, cleaning up her room outside. She didn't quite think of that before, Dammit.
She blinked her eyes and slowly padded across the caramel colored, marble flooring, her feet hitting the hollowness quickly. Peering out into the semi-darkness of the room, she found that nobody occupied the room outside of the huge teddy bear that sat at the edge of her bed, peering at her with angry eyes. Apparently, it was something that the people in the capitol thought she'd appreciate, but honestly, it was quite a downer. The chocolate that came with it was quite nice, though. Sure, the red or orange filling in a few of them made her have to drink four mini-bottles of water to take the taste from her mouth. And even then, the sweet taste of the water made her tounge scream. She'd rather have a more natural taste of water, but it was just another candy-coated-fest; like the rest of the capitol.
Slipping into the darkness, she plucked on the light switch, its clicking noise sending a bright light on the ceiling to become instantly bright. Shrugging the towel off her body, she put herself infront of the closet, plucking a few items from it. A training outfit, it seemed to be. It turned out to be a purple-and-green sweatsuit with sequins on the back pockets. The piping was silvery and glittering, and a pair of shoes the color of teardrops matched the whole ensamble, making Phoenix wonder who and why they decided to give her these clothes. Why didn't they just give her a navy shirt with a pair of hand-me-down jeans? Oh yes. They felt the need to make sure people's last weeks on earth were as goddamned special as it could get. Including giving them lavish foods and clothes. Petting the jacket, Phoenix flicked off the light behind her and dissapeared down the elevator.
Plummeting to the basement quickly, Phoenix was released from the glass elevator with a flourish. The doors opened and Phoenix stepped into a world she only thought existed on television. The walls were padded with large gymnastic's matts, gradiented from the color of lime all the way to a stark white color, each dyed a different shade of green. Of course, this changed nearly every year, but it was quite intresting to see the capitols new trendy color. It explained the slight amount of green she was wearing; she assumed. Shaking her head, she then noticed the extensive amount of tools that lay out on the ground, some on large pedalstools; perched like they could be the very next victor of the games; even if they were just weaponry objects. But, as Phoenixs' eyes started to advert themselves away from the glorious and rich scenery; she found that about half the room was of the gender she feared the most. Males.
And with that, Phoenix blinked twice. There. Were. Males. Mind racing, she crossed to the side of the wall, her eyes adverted at all times. People went from station to station, and as an instructor made the plexiglass shatter at the archery station. Yet, Phoenixs' tense body was unaware of the sad things that surronded her.... The only thing that mattered was getting away from the quite feminine-looking male she was standing by. Her heart beat quickly as she tried to think of a way to avoid the brown haired male who was standing a few feet away from her. Blinking twice, she gulped slightly and moved across the mat, this one being a slightly minty one, her fingers tracing the smooth anc cold sensation that it presented. It reminded Phoenix vaguely of waking up on the forest floor; a piece of bark clenched to her fingers... After the raping. No, not the reaping. When she was raped....
She could remember vaguely touching the forest floor, the one that was on the western part of the district. The one that cut off itself suddenly, leaving a tingling wire. Phoenix had once walked all the way out to the fence. Then she went back. She wasn't going to break a law, since it was silly and unneeded to do so. Some people considered Phoenix to be a rule follower; something she'd been taunted in school about. Rule following Phoenix always was such a goody two shoes, in the small six-year-olds minds... Now, since they were older, it was more of a note and paper thing; but back when they were younger.... lets just say gingers have no souls.
Miss Medona, though, had always been a bit not-caring about the evil snickering of the district children. She had tried to hold herself to a higher standard until about the age of ten, when she got desperate and started to follow. And thats when Phoenix finally made her move slowly down the long matts, almost reaching the cream colored one, when one of her most ragged nails, the one on the index finger caught a snag. Desperatley trying to remove her hand from the situation and run as fast as she could, the mat's came tumbling down, making Phoenix even more desperate to get away from this situation. And, in fact; these males.[/blockquote][/blockquote]