Speak Now, I'm Listening [(Open)]
Jul 7, 2011 2:36:44 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jul 7, 2011 2:36:44 GMT -5
Razor Creel
“I'm always screaming my lungs out 'till my head starts spinning
Playing my songs is the way I cope with life, Won't keep my voice down
Know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud
I like to keep things honest, I'm a safe bet like your life's staked on it, for real
I'd hate to keep you all wondering, I'm constant like the seasons, and I will never be forgotten.”
The air in the training center seemed thick, like it was filled with the moisture of bitter tears and the ether of dashed dreams. Razor walked around nonchalantly, having finished a session for the moment. His thoughts were mired in his favorite subject. That subject being him. He was almost certain that he had gained some muscle mass since coming here, and that pleased him. He flexed before leaning himself up against a wall.
There was tension in the center, as the tributes that milled about cast furtive glances at each other, or conversed in low tones. He thought he saw a few tributes over by the fire-making station, and he most definitely saw and heard a girl crying to herself in a corner. He decided against engaging either of the groups in conversation. He didn’t know how to talk to a crying female, and he most assuredly did not want to associate with what looked like the male tribute from district twelve. He wondered what all the other tributes were up to, as the ones in this part of the center did not seem to account for the full twenty-four.
Razor reflected on how he felt about having been reaped. It was a good feeling. The look on his older brother’s face had almost been like icing on a cake. Shiv’s reaction had been priceless. He was never going to experience the glory of taking part in a Hunger Games. Razor had laughed long and hard about that. It was a reactionthat he found much more understandable than the one from, say...the female tribute from District two. Razor was not sure if the girl was entirely there or not. Most of the time that Razor had seen her, she seemed to be off in her own little world. Several others of the tributes seemed like that.
Still got something left to prove It tends to keep things moving,
While everyone around me says my last days are looming overhead
But what the hell do they think they know?
I keep my head above the water while they drown in the undertow!
He crossed his arms and put a toned leg up to the wall. He was finding this position very comfortable as it put little strain on his muscles. Having a great body in the prime of your life did wonders for stroking the ego. He watched a few tributes mill about. He had heard that one of tributes this year was blind. He wanted to keep an eye on that tribute. Normally, being blind was extremely detrimental to one’s health, especially in the arena. But a few years ago a blind boy from District Twelve had won the games, leaving Razor in a state of shock at the time. How could a blind person land an attack at all, much less a fatal one? It boggled his mind. He wanted to see if this blind tribute was made of the same stuff as… what was his name? Arbor Halt. Yes, that was it. Unfortunately he had no idea what this particular tribute looked like.
He thought about the rest of his potential opponents. Several of the tributes this year had odd names. Names he wasn’t sure he could even pronounce. But all thoughts aside, he really didn’t know that much about any of them. Nearly all of them seemed detached and almost unaware of anyone else. It was an attitude that confused him. Why did all of them look so glum? They were tributes. They were celebrities now. Didn’t that mean anything to the rest of them? Shouldn’t they be glad to be rid of their backwater existences? Didn’t their lives have meaning now? He finally decided to venture saying something. His comment was directed to no one in particular. There were plenty of tributes passing by.“Why the long faces?” He said glibly. “You’re all behaving like there's a funeral in here.”
So let’s get back to when everything seemed perfect[/size]
not a worry in the world, so tell me was this all worth it?
I get what I want, so everyone's always judging me
I'm not afraid of anything, and I've got the whole world in front of me!
Song= All I Want by A Day To Remember
