Grown Men Don't Cry [wickedchick]
Jun 15, 2011 19:33:27 GMT -5
Post by Axium on Jun 15, 2011 19:33:27 GMT -5
Rowan Andersson
Rowan was not one for emotions. Nor was he a crier. Yet for some reason, there were tears running down his face. It came from nowhere. There was no reason for his misery. Rowan's life was fine, apart from the Games.
That was it. The Games. He wasn't afraid, nor did he worry. But this was the first time he needed tesserae. Now that Willow had the appetite of a wolf, the money he and Dad made was not enough.
Rowan walked quitely through the streets. The usually packed district square was nearly empty. Must be the rain. Stalls that sold food stood lonesome and forgotten. Like the citizens of District 7.
Suddenly, Rowan couldn't take it anymore. Darn the Capitol, he thought. The tears he tried to hold back burst from his eyes, flowing freely down his cheeks. Grown men don't cry, he reminded himself. But he couldn't stop. So he did the most logical thing to save himself the shame.
He ran.
That was it. The Games. He wasn't afraid, nor did he worry. But this was the first time he needed tesserae. Now that Willow had the appetite of a wolf, the money he and Dad made was not enough.
Rowan walked quitely through the streets. The usually packed district square was nearly empty. Must be the rain. Stalls that sold food stood lonesome and forgotten. Like the citizens of District 7.
Suddenly, Rowan couldn't take it anymore. Darn the Capitol, he thought. The tears he tried to hold back burst from his eyes, flowing freely down his cheeks. Grown men don't cry, he reminded himself. But he couldn't stop. So he did the most logical thing to save himself the shame.
He ran.
