Training Encounter[Open]

I came from behind the tree and smiled, cutting the rope and taking the dead rabbit "I'm Taylor Muncie, From district 11. You?" Walking over to the tree I would lean against it as if I were 'cool'. I would pop my neck and it would make a loud crackling noise. At that moment I thought about what I had done. Did I just walk into a peacekeep takeout? I sighed, staring at the person in front of me. My hand would swiftly find it's way to my pocket where the knife was hidden. IF I was going down, it wasn't going to be easy. To all I had been through to be where I was today. All the close dephydration calls...the heart problems. It started to overwhelm me and I shook vigerously. I was showing my weakness!
I took the knife from my pocket and slammed it into the tree. What the hell had I just done? My hands would cover my scarred face. The clouded blue would be even more clouded then before. My anger and worries were taking me down as they did so many years ago. Life felt like it was tearing apart. I fell to my knees and got up quickly "I'm so sorry, give me a minute,"
Walking behind the tree I would grab the knife and slam my head against the tree for a few moments and return to the person, expecting an odd expression. Placing the knife back in my pocket I would sigh, blood covering my eyes. Was I really this aggresive on myself? I guess I was

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I looked at him, my eyes focused on his. I would then wipe the blood from my face and attempt to put on a fake smile. "I didn't mean anything by it. Do you know how crazy this world is?" I cleared my throat because it felt like a bug was making it's way up my vocal chords. I looked down at the kill and then back at him, waiting for a reaction. How stupid did I really look? Probably prety bad...oh how I had made such a fool of myself

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I nodded, inspecting the dead rabbit in my hands. "Should be here another couple days. I have been getting a little paranoid lately because i'm usually never out this long." I would pull the sack on my back, unveiling a bag of skinned hides and meat. "Can I have my knife back also?" My face would seem a little aggervated but what I thought wouldn't offend the boy. I could feel the blood still pouring down my head, shaking it vigerously. It seemed like the blood was drying but I knew I would get it off sooner or later.

Catching the knife I sighed. "A citizen and Haven't been caught yet," I winked, throwing him the rabbit "I think you will need it more then me. Anyways, I have plenty here and you are the only one to give me back my knife. I smiled, plopping down beside a tree "If you have a minute of time, mind telling me about yourself?" I started picking at the dried blood on my face and waited for a response.

I would smile "It is more of an anger issue and I usually take it out on the trees. To be honest with you, I am not much on hunting. I just do it every nown and then to bundle up at night and eat. You could call it...surviving. It is a good thought though and I might use it when I get older and not in the reaping,"
Something was crawling up my throat and I knew exactly what it was. Luckily, I was able to get it down in enough time. Oh why must my stomach be so weak? "By my little act there, you can tell I find the hunger games demeaning and very um-uprising to my stomach," I would speak, rubbing my stomach. It was that icky feeling now to where I couldn't get that gorey blood-bath out of my head. I started humming a little song to myself, hoping the feeling would leave.

I would remain sitting, catching the bird. "I agree to disagree. They are striping children like me of their youth and life. How is this suppose to give 'hope'? May the odd be ever in your favor my ass. Your bound to be dead as a doornail," Inspecting the bird, I would start to skin it very careful. The illness in my stomach would seem to remain as it is. "If you want to die at a young age, it's your choice. During the reaping I go pale and I can't speak. Becoming a tribute is my worst fear," My eyes become even more clouded as I stand, the skinned rabbit in my hand. To show off my skill I would straighten out my hand near a tree and throw my knife. It would hit a squirrel right in the chest as it fell "There we are," I would approach the dead squirrel on the ground, picking it up and going back to my seat.

I sighed, standing and looking at the skinned rabbit carcas. "I guess you have your reasons and I have mine. About 2 more days and I'm heading home. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it home. It is more of an abandoned shack where my fake parents live," I would look down "Imaginary parents.." I would hold my knife close to my chest and sing a little song to myself. The words are clear and vsible...

Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in heaven, know I love you
Know I love you, dear, know I love you
Angels in heaven, know I love you.

Hang your head over,
hear the wind blow.

Shaking my head I would turn to reality "Enough about that," Tears would down my eyes as I attempted to smile. I knew it was obviously fake looking. "Back to you. Tell me more about yourself. Do you have any siblings?,"