If I Am Going To Be Drowned | Reyes & Surge ~Day 2
Feb 12, 2012 14:27:21 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 12, 2012 14:27:21 GMT -5
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"If I am going to be drowned -- if I am going to be drowned -- if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?"
~ Stephen Crane, The Open Boat
"You want me to talk, I'll talk! Who attacks someone who is stuck in a hole. Only a lifeless git does that. What are you insane? I have only just kept hold of my sanity and you are threatening to destroy it all! What on earth is your bloody problem? Instead of standing there would you care to help me out! You ass!"
He fled after that, and I never got to tell him, whoever the naked purple boy is, that helping him out would kill us both. None of us actually did any damage to each other, if you don't count the cuts from the spikes that came upon him as he fell. The thing is, I was sorry, I think. At first. Then he just seemed so.. inhuman, so fake. Hardly like a person at all, just anger and spite and everything. Something was just.. missing. Something that even the most formidable of Careers back home show in fleeting glances. Fear. Maybe he was shocked, surely, but afraid? Maybe he's crazy, but I don't remember anyone being truly crazy before the Games began. I mean, yeah, the Games are hellish. But to lose your mind two days in?
I shrug, thinking about it. Maybe two days is all it takes.
The people in the Capitol are probably calling for my death right about now. With the curse, or whatever it is. From what my stylists told me everyone was strictly rooting for me to die Days One and Two, and I've passed that right on by. When the anthem came up last night, I let out a sigh of relief. Stupid, stupid sigh of relief. As if the fight is really over. Like, ha ha, I've beat your curse! but then I realize that nothing has really changed. I'm still dead.
It's still dark when I set a fire. My thoughts have sparked something evil, something deadly -- at least for my sake -- and I don't care anymore. Maybe I never cared. The fire will draw tributes to me if they aren't aiming to cower away from trouble, but I'll take the chance.
There aren't any Careers these Games -- without numbers, they're cowards.
So I take the wood, and I set my fire in the sands, and I stand by it, holding my hands in the air as if to say I'm innocent, I'm harmless, come get the easy target boy, but nobody comes. What a shame.
I set the water jug over the pit and let it boil there for a good, long time just to be safe. The bog water smelled like shit, but I'm thirsty as hell. Waiting for it to cool is kind of impossible, so I wait until it's at a somewhat drinkable temperature and chug it down.
Day comes. I lay down in the sand when it first starts and stare up at the hourglass that entraps us all. I watch the sand fall, and I think what if I just entered one of these towers? I could hide in a corner somewhere, let the day go by, and when night comes again I could hit myself with the hatchet. I could have hanged myself if I had looked up to the sky and asked for rope. Would they have given it to me? Would the people controlling my fate allow me this?
It's a sad thought, knowing you don't control your own fate. Not here.
I shake my head as the sun rises fully. They'll be hunting now. The action begins soon, and I'm not going to let it leave me behind.
A faint smile reaches my lips as I raise my face up at the sky and enter the tower to the west, thinking so what if I die today.
I will have fought.
[Boils and drinks water]