Poisoning Pigeons in the Park//Zodiac
Jun 3, 2012 5:36:37 GMT -5
Post by Lili Anna on Jun 3, 2012 5:36:37 GMT -5
Zylona
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I love the park. True, it's not the same as the beach, but it's closer to the library and it has the same sort of breezy pleasantries. Fewer Careers like fighting there; true, they still train, but at least they don't beat each other up that often. Plus, they don't go topless as much so there aren't as many intellectually painful flirts trying to get some action. When the sun's out, there are always people selling fish sandwiches of some kind. And since I'm so minuscule, I end up getting the stuff free anyway.
Now if only it wasn't so friggin hot. My head felt like it was on fire- probably looked like it too given that I'd washed my hair that morning. The rainfall readings hadn't exactly been generous the month prior, and the clouds seemed to have floated out over the ocean and were coming back to Panem the long way round. I was lying in the shade of a large oak tree, surrounded by dead leaves that hd been deprived of water by the brightly hued organisms still clutching to the limbs of the still larger wooden organism.
Shifting around in the undergrowth, I piled my long red hair under my head- it caught too many people's gazes, and I'm not one for being pointed at for being a geek. Yeah, I am a geek, but I don't really need people pointing that out. Giving up, I rolled over onto my side to scan the park. A few metres away was a cluster of long grasses, and hidden among them was a cluster of white flowers. Hemlock. I wasn't completely sure what to do- poison isn't the best thing to be lying around in a public park, even if it is weak. I was about to go pick it and either let it die or burn it, but a pigeon beat me there. Within a minute, half the flowers were gone. I watched the pigeon totter around for a few minutes, pecking at crumbs and so on, before the poison slowly started to take effect. First, it couldn't fly. Then it began to limp. Finally, it collapsed to the floor, dead.
It interested me. Probably too much, but I was perfectly happy watching the effects of the poison. Eventually, I pulled myself up and plucked the flowers, shoving them underneath the root of the tree. I wasn't completely sure what to do with the pigeon; I was staring at it too thoroughly to hear the footsteps approaching me.