--By chance-- [Open]
Oct 11, 2011 12:01:37 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire on Oct 11, 2011 12:01:37 GMT -5
Ceryn "Wildfire" Taychet
Ceryn shuffled along the supposedly electric fence, that only contained electricity some random hours each week. He couldn't hear humming from the fence now, so it would be safe to climb through one of the many holes. He had considered it many times, and he had seen others do it, but... He couldn't quite get up the courage to do it. And why should he climb through? To hunt? To just run away, leave district 12 far behind? That wouln't do, and besides, he had it much better than many others in the district. Much better.
He was the son of a blacksmith, a man that earned enough to buy decent meals and clothes, most of the time. And Ceryn didn't even need to take any tessera. Neither did his little sister. Even so, they had their problems, and worried at each reaping day. This year they were lucky, and next year would be Ceryns last. Now he thought, poor those who actually got reaped, and their families. They would face a hard time now. But you can't say that anyone in twelve had an easy life. Well, maybe apart from the mayor and his family. And he couldn't know for sure about the peacekeepers, but he'd seen plenty of them in the hob, so surely they had their troubles as well. Everyone had troubles.
When Ceryn got his eyes up for whered he'd wandered, he'd already followed the fence into the victors village. The empty houses stood there, towering, glancing coldly at him. And as Ceryn grew smaller between the buildings, someone called out for him. He didn't notice at first, but the voice finally cracked through his bubble of thoughts and weird emotions, and he heard his nickname. "Wildfire!" Ceryn turned to the speaker. A face he knew he'd seen before, but couldn't put a name to. He stared, a bit dazzled, at the one that knew his name, but he had no idea who was. "Yeah, that is supposed to be me." he stated, a bit more hostile than intended.
