the screams all sound the same // {cait & meg}
Jan 26, 2013 21:39:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2013 21:39:31 GMT -5
[/i]_____________________________________________________________Alone, I fight these animals.
Alone, until I get home.
After a full day of napping in the camouflage station, unnoticed, as I lay my head upon the mountainous rocks, it's about time to get serious. The games have become such an imminent subject by now, and seeing as how little training I've actually been doing outside of maybe the plants and the first aid stations, I'll be the first dead for sure. Then again, why prolong the pain?
The weapons here are so much more real than I ever could have imagined. A sword has always been a mere image in my mind, another picture on the television screen, another page in one of my storybooks. In the fantasies that shaped my childhood, swords were always such valiant objects, held only by the hero. In this world, can we still say the same?
Carefully, I make my way over to the swords, my eyes wide with both fear and curiosity. Oddly enough, it seems as though most of the Careers have gotten bored of showing off their impeccable skill and have found something else to fill their time. I crouch down to pick up the sword that lies before me, wanting to finally grasp it in my hands, but at the same time, afraid that someone, anyone, will see just how incompetent I am in the subject of wielding a sword. For a moment, all I want to do is run upstairs and hide beneath my words of my diary—the ones that both comfort me and haunt me every night, reminding me that I still haven't told my mentor, Klaus; I still haven't told him his sister lives in my house. However, I manage to push the hopes and fears away and focus on the task at hand.
My hand trembles slightly as I touch the sword. I begin picking it up and almost drown beneath the weight of it. How is it so heavy? Once I finally manage to hold it out in front of me, it shakes a bit before falling from my fingers and landing on the ground with an obnoxiously noisy crash. I bite my lip, trying to hide my eyes from the other tributes who are probably laughing at the ridiculous girl who couldn't even hold up her sword. Worse, I can't even imagine the Gamemakers' faces.
I ain't no hero.
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