Really... Just, just really {OPEN}

Really... Just, just really {OPEN} Jan 19, 2012 0:54:30 GMT -5

Post by BB on Jan 19, 2012 0:54:30 GMT -5

Last year, last year I saw many things, from the games anyway. I saw two lovers torn apart right in front of my, the young sister of a victor brutally killed, and a brutal kid from ten win it all. Last years games were intense and, to a degree very frightening. It left many people with cheers of joy and some with a hole in their heart that will never be filled. But what did it leave me, young mister Wolfgang Lee. It left me with a feeling of anger and regret. Last year I told a young boy by the name of Julian Bryze that the one he loved, Midas Farrow, would come back, and that we were due for a victor by now. Guess who got that wrong.

I know that odds on he didn't even hear me but that changes nothing about how I feel. I lied to the boy, and no matter what I can never take that back. Never will I be able to tell someone that everything will be alright without remembering what I said to Julian, Never again will I ever be able to go to the reapings with out ever be able to go to the reapings without feeling the sting of what happened, And Never again will I be able to look at the games the same way again. Sure I didn't know Madis and I sure as hell don't know Julian, but that doesn't change how I feel. I guess that's another thing that makes me "soft" as my father puts it. The worst part was when Julian was reaped, that tore into me knowing that both Madis and Julian went in, back to back, with a good likely hood of Julian facing the same fate as his lover.

I need to clear my head and I need to clear it badly so slip on my brown winter coat and head outside. The weather outside is freezing, but that's to be expected when you live inside A FREAKING MOUNTAIN! Honestly who's idea was this? I can bet you that this came about from a bunch of morons all sitting in a room together all trying to figure out the best ways to screw with the districts when one guy said. "Hay lets have the people who make our weapons dig out the center of a mountain and live there." Freaking brilliant right WRONG! They're lucky that everyone else here blindly follows their every orders with out question, morons.

As I walk down the street I see someone, someone I clearly don't know, and since I don't know them I just keep walking along, not even caring. As I walk though I can feel a snow ball hit me right in the back of the head. Beyond annoyed I turn around and see the culprit, or in this case culprits. Three young boys, not even twelve, decided that apparently it would be a great idea to screw around with a career who's clearly not in the best mood today. I growl at them and quickly grab a hand full of snow, but right before I can release my newly made snow ball another one come whizzing right by me, and right into the face of the middle kid. Maybe I should have paid attchion to the kid behind me after all.

Really... Just, just really {OPEN} Jan 21, 2012 13:21:17 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Jan 21, 2012 13:21:17 GMT -5

Valerie Eudora Leotos

[/font]

How could it have snowed? Val thought, wearily lifting her head from her pillow to gaze out the window. She was going to go running today. But, the ground was going to wet and icy, wouldn’t it? This is just another situation, Val told herself, pulling her warm covers aside to stand up in her chilly room, last year’s Games was an icy Arena…you could be in an icy Arena. Might as well practice now.

Another Reaping had passed leaving Val still at home in District 2 with no luck. Another year she’d have to train and then wait, with bated breath, watching that crystal ball, praying it would be here. Praying that one day, her lips were drip out the words, “I’m Valerie Leotos, Victor of District 2.” But, until that day, Val was left to training. Even out in the snow. Crystal and Justin, her ‘parents’ as they called themselves, were still fast asleep as she kept down the stairs and past their room. She listened to their snores for a moment, before creeping into the kitchen to grab herself a roll and a banana. Didn’t want to get a cramp.

Crystal and Justin, really her aunt and uncle, agreed whole-heartedly with her fierce training. They didn’t mind that she wanted to stay in shape and work hard. The Games were another story. On contrary to the many parents and/or guardians in District 2, they sighed with relief every time it wasn’t Valerie who was called. They held her tight, glad they could keep her another year. Like Val didn’t have a chance. Like Val couldn’t win.

Their ignorance was one of the reasons Val worked so hard, running so much, doing countless push-ups and sit-ups, fighting with all of her might with sword, club, spear, knife or just her bare hands. She was not to be counted out. She, Val, was strong. Years of training had taught her a valuable lesson: never count out anyone. Even the weakest-looking tribute could win. But, Val wasn’t weak. She was strong and she was determined to stay so.

The air was frigid, drawing forth wisps out of her mouth with each breath. Still, Val ran forward, wrapped up in her coat, her boots hitting the ground hard, sending up some snow. Her lungs slowly filled up with cool air, her heart quickened. She was being chased by a pack of mutts. She needed to run. Up ahead, some boys were throwing snowballs at another boy. They were just more tributes. Bending down, Val scooped up some snow and without missing a beat, threw a snowball hard, smacking the middle boy in the face. A giggle escaped her throat as they scattered as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Got them.

Who said Careers couldn’t have fun?

Val cast her eyes at the boy who’d been ambushed. A possible ally. “Hey,” she called out. Playfully, she raised another ball of snow, her previous irritation at the snow evaporating. “You next?”

[/color][/blockquote]