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in the sea {open! Jan 17, 2012 11:51:19 GMT -5

Post by phunke! on Jan 17, 2012 11:51:19 GMT -5

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

Eliana Ledessa had felt herself exhausted at many points in her life, but none were so desolate - nor so satisfying, she found - as this instance. She'd gone for five-mile runs and paid for them only in sweat and light lingering soreness; but one morning, just one, spent at the training center had wiped her out physically and mentally. Eliana had gone straight for the swords and stayed there for relentless hours of determination, seeing but few improvements in her sloppy form as her willowy body attempted to accommodate the holding and waving about of a huge, heavy piece of metal.
...
The tables here were nice, she supposed. Not like the cheap plastic ones usually found in District 6. They were of finished wood, round and surrounded with comfortable - albeit straight-backed - chairs. Having been the first to quit the center (once her frustration had given out and no one else's had), Eliana had the whole Dining Hall for herself for a few wonderful minutes. She was still mentally staggering from the President's announcement: no allies. No friends. No nothing and without other people what or who was she, anyway? Eliana had no answers. But at least she'd replaced the space in her head for aching questions with throbbing forearms and hands too stiff to move.
...
She propped her treasured token - a thin, old paperback of poetry (not by herself; Eliana had never possessed writing talent) - open with her left elbow on the table and waited for the blood pounding in her cheeks to ease and the pain in her hands to subside so that she could get some food and refuel for an afternoon of physical pounding.
Until that happened, however, she was content to read. In the silence of the room it struck her as feeling like she was in a dark room, only it was dark in the way of sound and not of light. The soundlessness pressed on her, foreign, and she tried to press it to her hot skin, tried to submerge herself into it for a time. Wrapped in this way in the darkness of quiet, she read.

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

Last Edit: Jan 17, 2012 11:54:51 GMT -5 by phunke!

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in the sea {open! Jan 17, 2012 22:20:39 GMT -5

Post by skylarversion2 on Jan 17, 2012 22:20:39 GMT -5

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She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place

It's not that she had never seen a sword before, because she had. It's just that she'd never seen one in person. Silver and shining and blinding when the light caught it. A murderous mirror. She'd shuttered at the though of catching her face in the blade as she potentially killed another tribute.

Her legs wobbled as she stepped off the treadmill, her hands clenched tight at her sides. The Hunger Games was not only a display of strength (and the lack of it) and intellect (and once again, the lack of it), but of where you come from. I'm from District 3, do you see the smoke towers in my eyes, and do you hear the rumble of the factories when I speak? Or are you disabled. Where are you from?

A combination of both a full bladder and an escape route from the burning in her legs, in her everything, she'd told an instructor she'd needed to pee and was told where to go. Through the dining hall.

As she stepped inside, she did not notice the girl sitting at a table, world encased by words and a loud silence. Seepie could hear herself breathe.

As she left the bathroom, relieved but still with shot-legs, she'd stopped as the girl caught the corner of her glasses-less eye. Noticing the book she was reading, she spoke with tight vocal chords, as if they were bound by loose clamps. "Where'd you get that book?"

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in the sea {open! Jan 19, 2012 1:17:00 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jan 19, 2012 1:17:00 GMT -5

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by
Saw what I'd done

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A terribly ugly man at the knot-tying station told me that I actually had to do something. I've spent most of my time sitting in the corner of the Training Center, trying to blend into the walls. I enjoy watching the others, do it by instinct even. Back home, I trained Careers to get away from home. As awful as that sounds, it was the lesser evil. Can't blame me, can you? It's either train other Careers to be mindless, murdering monsters or go home to the ones that want to kill me. A day in the life, ha ha.

The man has this big nose, and I'm not sure people like him much. It's just so godawful, his face. I can't stand to look at him long. He caught me staring (maybe I was smirking at his general appearance -- so what) and immediately ordered me to get off my ass and do something.

So I did. I must have been smirking more, and I must have been strutting (when am I not?) and I without thinking I may or may not have given him a booty shake as I smirked my way right out that door.

Here I am -- the dining room. I'm not sure what I should do. It's not our meal time, and I'm don't know what the rules are. Sooner or later somebody might come in here to fetch me, but I don't care. I'll just come back, or tell them there's nothing they can teach me. Can't I just rest, and try to forget what I'm supposed to be preparing for?

To my surprise, there are two girls in the Dining Room. I stop in my tracks, and for a second I turn my head back to where I came from. Maybe they won't notice me? Oh god, will I have to talk to them?

Good lord, I'll make a fool out of myself.

I don't move. They don't look too scary -- minus the fact that they're, you know, female. Crap. I'm stuck, hoping they don't notice -- crap, I swore that one there just looked up -- good lord what the hell am I supposed to do.

My eyes shouldn't be allowed to be this wide, but they are. I look like an idiot. God, what if these girls kill me for being awkward when we're in the Arena? I can only imagine it now, a hoard of females teaming up against me, rushing at me with knives because they think I'm this terribly odd.

Kill me now, kill me now.

I stand there with this bizarre expression on my face, and I'm not sure where to put my hands. Behind my back? In my pockets? Ripred, now I'm shaking. RIPRED.

I settle on putting my nervous hands behind my back, but I don't move towards them.

Ripred, why have I done this to myself.

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in the sea {open! Jan 20, 2012 0:07:01 GMT -5

Post by Devin on Jan 20, 2012 0:07:01 GMT -5

When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end

The hours of training had been utterly exhausting, and Smokey had spent most of it trying hard not to get to know the people he was training with. Look at it this way; you're tryin' hard to learn how to kill these people an' they're trying hard to learn how to kill you. Sure, mosta today was spent doin' everythin' I could to learn how to stop 'em from killin' me, but what am I gonna do when I got a weapon in my hand and they're there tryin' to take my life from me. From Bethany. I'm gonna fight just like the rest of 'em. An' chances are, I'm gonna kill too. But killing scared the shit out of him, and he had to try to block his thoughts from what was going to happen once he was in that Arena. For the whole of his eighteen years he felt he'd spent his time trying to preserve happiness, make other people see a little ray of sunshine comin' in somewhere. An' now I'm gonna send some'a these kids home in body bags, cause I gotta get home to my sister first chance I got.

"Think you're tired now, imagine what it's gonna be like in the Arena," he muttered to himself, then shook his head as he adjusted his shirt, which was torn in several places and which he already knew would be replaced with a new one come morning. Tomorrow he'd find something else to work on, but he felt like he'd made progress on self-defense. There were other things he knew better, since he had an idea about things like first aid. His biggest concern was going to be food. Fatten up while you can, he thought, looking around at the others in the dining hall. Better to do it now because food's gonna be in short supply once we're set loose in that Arena.

"This is their ultimate cruelty, don't you think?" Smokey asked as he came up behind Reyes and clapped a hand on his shoulder as though in affection. He wasn't sure that he didn't mean it that way. They could be friends, even if they were about to kill one another. No Alliance rules be damned, these people were the closest thing to friends he had in this place and he wasn't gonna let them down no matter that they were about to be in a fight to the death. "Makin' us be friends before we gotta go in an' kill one another. Fight to the death. An' we'll be friends too, cause that's what they want. Ain't no stoppin' it. I'm Smokey Saber." His attitude had come around since he'd met the others in the training center. He wanted to remember them, their names and their faces. When he won he would tell their parents that he remembered their children, and that he'd thought of them and cared about them when nobody but their families back home did.

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Sorry it's so short. I didn't mean for it to be... So short. lol I just have a lot of stuff to catch up on and I wanted to post this here!

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in the sea {open! Jan 20, 2012 22:57:10 GMT -5

Post by phunke! on Jan 20, 2012 22:57:10 GMT -5

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

Eliana broke from her trance - she wasn't a terribly absorbed reader of poetry, just an intrigued one - and looked up, greeting the tense sounds shoved through her veil of silence with an ambivalent smile. She rubbed her cheek with one hand, fingers meandering tiredly to the bridge of her nose, before blinking and fully extricating her brain from a universe of soundless words that almost fit together so that she could devote her attentions to a universe full of patterned noise. "Brought it from home. Snuck't on the train," she grinned with an amiable shrug. "It's my favorite. So. ... Yuh bring anythin'? From home?"
It was like putting an awkward band-aid on an awkward statement which was the metaphorical gash on this awkward conversation. Sort of.
...
Looking up to have somewhere to rove her eyes, Eliana saw that two of the guys - Reyes and Smokey, she thought as she mentally leafed through her list of learned tribute names - had entered. Reyes looked pretty much like a doof, she thought, seeing as he was just standing there all stiff with his eyes wide and round. Eliana's eyebrows arched and she didn't bother hiding her amused grin as she chuckled lightly through her nose. Smokey was much more at ease but equally a doof, all pomp and introductions and whatnot. Those low-district kids. Always figured something wrong with them. Everybody thinks it. "Hey guys," she greeted, the laugh not quite gone from her voice. "Can't imagine you got 'nuff work done this morning if ya legs'uh still holdin' y'up?"
She glanced at Seepie (Seepie? Seepie.) as though it were a joke between them, teasing the guys. The habits of social interaction, so unnatural for Eliana, had nevertheless been ingrained into her mind through countless hours of observation and repetition. If it sounds like the worst way to develop interpersonal intuition, that's because it is. Yet in the ranks of high school, where few people are actual naturals, it sufficed. She figured it would suffice here, too, and if it didn't - if it didn't, she'd already resigned herself to an infinite loop of the hours spent this morning sweating and stabbing and parrying, all on her goddamn own.

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

Last Edit: Jan 20, 2012 22:59:28 GMT -5 by phunke!

Matt: Thundy, you just gotta walk up to him, sit on his desk
Matt: And say
Matt: "LET ME HAVE YOURS BABIES"
Thundy: NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T DO THESE THINGS

meg.: its not nekkid, he's wearing a tent

Toast: Apprently you're her goldfish, not her child

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in the sea {open! Jan 21, 2012 1:49:46 GMT -5

Post by skylarversion2 on Jan 21, 2012 1:49:46 GMT -5

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She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place

She'd almost regretted speaking to the girl as soon as her mouth had finished moving. For one, she had never been too good at conversing, which is one of the reasons she'd turn into a recluse in the winter. The metal, rusting walls exposed tiny peaks of the air outside as snow and small dots of hail pattered and occasionally sneaked their way into Seepie's little shack. It was a sloppy creation, put together by thin sheets of metal, metal, and more metal.

It overlooked a lot of the District, on a tall but not too tall hill towards the north. It was hardly a house but it was definitely a home. Well, it had to be a home. Seepie did not have a home and so she had to have a home, so she'd moved out from the well furnished but not heated house of her grandmother's (it was far too filled with grief and tears) and into somewhere new. She had to call it home, because she knew the longer that she called it that, the more like it were to come true.

She knew she was fighting for nothing but herself, she knew that selfishness was sometimes the best fuel. Good thing the only thing she had was the best, right?

Her jaw loosened (apparently she'd tightened it after she spoke, a reflex of being nervous or afraid) when the other tribute had spoken. "Brought it from home. Snuck't on the train. It's my favorite. So. ... Yuh bring anythin'? From home?" Apparently Seepie Dilox did not only tighten her jaw, but she tightened her whole body. She would be afraid nearly all of the time in the arena, how were she to function when her muscles refused to let her bones bend? Eliana (Seepie had taken a liking to writing all of the tribute's names down on the way to he Capitol, memorizing all of them in order of district) grinned midway, a friendly sort of grin. It made the girl from District 3 feel comfortably uncomfortable, a sort of awkward crawled along her skin. She wondered if this is how it normally felt to talk to people, since the majority of her life was spent talking to one person, and then the last few years were spent talking to mainly no one.

The greyish walls were lined with lights that pointed upwards, spreading in a sort of fan of yellow luminescence across the wall. They served no purpose other than an appealing thing to look at while others stared at you while your food sat in front of you but you refused to eat.

"Oh, I brought my glasses. They were the only thing I could take, y'know? But they were confiscated real early, like as soon as I wasn't surrounded by the flashes of lights and stuff. Some people took them or whatever but they gave me these contacts, I didn't bother asking why'd they'd taken them, it was obvious. Fire usage. Or at least, I figure that's what it was. What else was I gonna use them for? I definitely would not be using the arms of them to gouge someone's eye out, I wouldn't be able to see to do it! Ugh." Her body was nearly fully relaxed, but ever since they were told what the twist was, she'd always had a paranoia in the back of her mind that any social interaction between her and another tribute made the Gamemakers think that they were allying.

She'd tried to make herself look less awkward by sitting down in front of Eliana. As she made the motion to sit, swinging her leg over the bench while being all sideways and stuff, she'd asked Eliana if Eliana really was her name. Because anything to make the air around her less awkward was like smelling a rose. "Eliana, right?"

Apparently she'd blocked out everyone else filing in as well, and she wondered how long the District 1 boy had been staring at the two. She wondered if it were possible for someone's eyes to pop out if you opened your eyelids far enough. Thankfully, Eliana chimed in so she wouldn't have to. Seepie smiled when Eliana had glanced over at her, as if it were some sort of teenage joke. Whatever.

"Smokey and... Reyes?" she'd asked, as if she was unsure. But she wasn't unsure. No, she was sure of every single tribute in the Hall. She knew their hair and their height and their names. Their names, for certain. It sort of pained her to think that all 23 of them would pop up in the sky as she tried to fall asleep and she wouldn't have to think twice about who they were. She wouldn't even have to think twice. She wouldn't.