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fluorescent adolescent [danny] Jun 23, 2011 1:13:00 GMT -5

Post by Quint on Jun 23, 2011 1:13:00 GMT -5

Grant.Walker.Parton

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I wish that I could float
Float up from the ground
I will never know what that's like
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He held Delmont close. Sasha was there by his side, her eyes trained on the buck several yards ahead. The teddy bear tucked under armpit, Grant narrowed his eyes and focused on the animal. It was healthy, strong. If he caught it, it wouldn't go to the Capitol. It'd go to his family. Now that they'd closed off the hunting forests, he had to sneak through. And while the potential consequence would be fairly grave, the benefits, at the moment, were worth the risk.

His bow was fixed on the buck, and he loosened his grip a bit, feeling the arrow getting ready to fly. Holding his breath, he kneeled down and aimed. His eyes widened as the buck made eye contact. It had noticed him, but it did nothing. It only began to walk, furthering itself from him, creating distance. Make your move, pal. He runs, you lose. The sound of the arrow zipping through the air was countered by the loud bark from Sasha. Grant watched in dismay as the arrowhead stuck itself in a tree and the buck scattered. "God damn dog..."

Grunting, he put his hand on his knee and tried to push himself up. As he began to stand, he fell back down on his kneel. "Ugh.." He grimaced as he finally stood up. He'd been becoming weaker. And soon, he'd have to accept the horrifying reality that he had been running from for years now. The fact that Otis would have to start hunting again. The boy hadn't gone hunting since his mother died. The man sighed heavily, limping toward the tree where his arrow was stuck. After yanking it out, he chipped some bark off, and consumed it. He chewed and chewed, making it last. It was disgusting, but it was the only way he could deal.

Sighing again, he tucked Delmont into his coat and called for Sasha, who appeared quickly. He then began to walk home to the children he wished were his.

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When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

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fluorescent adolescent [danny] Jun 23, 2011 9:32:21 GMT -5

Post by apocalypse on Jun 23, 2011 9:32:21 GMT -5

brenson charydczak !

Walking was actually never fun for him. Now, as he's walking more and more, it's worse and worse. Deciding he should take a rest, Brenson hopped the nearest fence in hopes to find some human being - he was always quite lonely. After days of walking, (alone,) he missed the sound of another human's voice. As he fell over the fence instead of climbing over it, Brenson wasn't injured; but he was hurting a bit. He kept walking, though, or technically limping. After hopping the fence, Brenson thought it was just some random guard for another area of wilderness. The same amount of trees and wild animals barricaded around him. Little did Brenson know that district nine specialized in hunting.

Approaching closer to the town, or what seemed like a few houses, he got the hint that this was a district. A few signs indicated it to be district nine. Never had venturing into this district yet, (as far as he could remember,) he was lost without direction. He didn't know where to go or who to see. Brenson didn't care entirely, but he wanted to talk to some person for the duration of his visit to this district. He had a lot of questions that still went unanswered - Who won the recent games? When is the recent reaping going to be held? Anything else I should know? Being from district one, he enjoyed the hunger games, just not as much as other people. He never trained, and he never obsessed over it. He just thought it was entertaining; not like he was going to get reaped anymore. On that note, Brenson wouldn't get abused anymore.

But he still left so much more behind than reapings and an abusive dad.

District one held almost all of his memories: his first day of school to his last day of training. Taking drugs and getting high. Really, Brenson had done a lot there, but he left. He no longer remained there. He just hoped that he was still thought of there.

He also wished he could see his mother again, but he doubted that would happen.

Last Edit: Jun 23, 2011 9:47:01 GMT -5 by apocalypse