In the forest !ALONE!
Aug 7, 2009 22:39:09 GMT -5
Post by hg1f2 on Aug 7, 2009 22:39:09 GMT -5
[/size][/color]"There is one quality that one must possess to win, and that is definiteness of purpose, the knowledge of what one wants, and a burning desire to possess it." - Napoleon Hillthis feisty, little girl took district two by surprise when she volunteered for the hunger games. so far she has managed to kill one other Tribute—her own districts, actually. the deed was done using a knife and the element of surprise. she is currently hiding out in the woods, but for how long, nobody knows. whatever she’s planning, though, must be pretty big and bad as the career never does anything halfway.______________________________
The Clearing. Day 1. EveningThe gossip about Cady must have already started. That was exactly what people were saying. She just knew it. Father would have already gotten a bunch of his buddies to spread the story of brave little Cady-Bird. She was sure by now, the Capitol had seen how amazing she truly was, and sponsors were lining up. Rich Districts like One and Two always seemed to get sponsors no matter who was competing. There could be an amazing, strong, fast, smart Tribute from District Ten, but Cady would still get a heck of a lot of donations. This was simply because she was a Career, and a Volunteer Tribute nonetheless.
Don't get smug, sweet-cheeks, Father growled. In this matter, Cady had nothing to do but nod to herself. Ever since the Games had started, and even a little bit before them, she had started to hear her gruesome Career-Training grand-fathers voice in her mind. Whether this was a sign of her going insane, or her survival instincts taking on the voice of the man who had taught her so much--she wasn’t sure. Arcadia was leaning toward the second right now, as so far Father-in-her-head had not led the Career astray.
A few hours ago, the Hunger Games had begun and about six or seven people had died. Cady knew at least one had, as she was the fallen boys murderer. A few hours ago Arcadia London had grabbed a good, sharp knife that seemed more like a dangerous, dagger than a simple kitchen knife. She had used it to cut the throat of her fellow District Two Tribute, and even stolen the shirt right off his back. She'd grabbed blindly at the things lying next to the corpse, and come out of the first few minutes one knife, one shirt, one blanket, and one food pack heavier. A back-pack to carry it in, or a water-container, or a sleeping bag... so many good things she oculd have grabbed, but Arcadia had gotten her fair share. No complaining. She remembered it now, throwing the food into the middle of the blanket and tying it so it was a hoobo bundle,
Throwing the shirt onto her small body, slinging the blanket over her shoulder, and pumping her arms as hard as she dared to without jostling her luggage. It would slow her down i nthe long run, if the blanket started boucing or whatever. Her knfie made a pelasant whoosing sound as she ran through the woods..."In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."-Robert Frost
Now she was standing in a clearing, walking in the shadows. Night would fall soon, and the Career knew she needed to gather just a little more food. Arcadia had at first been wary of the clearing and its many berry-bearing bushes. After an hour of resting and gathering she had relaxed as much as one could when just waiting for a child to spring out of nowhere and try to kill you. You could call her pretty nervous. Her blue eyes raked across the Clearing, and she smiled as the teen spotted some mustard. Mustard seeds were pungent and the leaves were often used in salads. Arcadia hesitantly picked a leaf and sniffed it--the Capitol had been known to create new plants that looked and felt just like a good herb, but in the end were poisonous. Cady had noticed though, the people who smelled their food first often threw away the poisonous leaves, and the ones who just gobbled it up, died. It was worth trying in her opinion.
She wrinkled her nose, but Cady was pretty sure the mustard was not some freak-poison-plant. Arcadia had already had the last of a partially eaten wild broccoli, and even eaten some bay laurel to drive away her shortness of breath. Cady couldn't be much happier, as she was fighting for her life, but the girl was satisfied with her findings and knew it was time to head out. The teen threw on the bloody shirt of the newly-slain Tribute, and stuffed the pockets with her herbs. A shaky sigh. Food was covered for the rest of the night, as she had collected enough to sustain herself until morning when she could hunt wild birds and squirrels, but water and shelter were yet to be found.
The slightly insane teen licked her lips. Water would have to come next, in addition to her thirst, Cady also knew she needed to clean a few scratches she had received while running through the woods. Her whole body ached--Arcadia couldn't imagine why. Her whole life had been spent on training, and now she starts getting sore? It had to be psychosomatic! Silently muttering to herself, Cady began to run.
Running, sure was something Arcadia had always, and would always love. The feeling of being free, the twigs that scraped against her skin, gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to keep her grounded. The sound of her pounding feet as she ran down a long road, or more often and likely through the woods. The 'Bloody Shirt,' which pockets were stuffed with all sorts of goodies, flapped as she ran. It was huge, and disgusting but would keep her warm when the sun had set. Tears streaked her face, and unlike back at the Cornucopia, her neat hair, tucked back into a bun was in disarray."Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."-James Dean
That moment though, she was happy. Arcadia could pretend she was just running for fun, and dream of the showers back at the Capitol, so luxurious and nice she could have sworn they had a magical property turning the Career in her into a Capitol sap-girl.
Her moist blue eyes wide open, taking in the scene as she ran, searched the hazy twilight for a sign of any other Tributes. The knife Cady had grown to think of as her new and only best friend, was looped through her belt buckle and glinted dangerously. If any Tributes came near her, they were in for the fight of their short lives.
Finally she collapsed to the forest-floor, all her movements graceful and dramatic. If the cameras were on Arcadia right now, they would see a frightened doe-eyed having just fallen. The noticeable blood on her huge stolen shirt would confuse and interest people, and the look on her face would dare them to imagine what Cady London was thinking.
She was sure back at home, Arcadia had become a sensation over the past few hours. She wiped the tears from her face, getting up as wibbly-wobbly as she dared to, making a point to breath heavily and exaggerate the fall and rise of her shoulders. She looked bravely ahead, into the near-dark while on the inside swirls of emotion were running ramped, telling her to be afraid, to be bold, to keep her act up, to smile, to be faster and come up with a good plan.
In her heart, Cady was smiling. What fools would stare at her and gasp, murmuring to themselves, arranging a donation to go to the brave murderess immediately. "I will survive," she whispered just loudly enough for the audience to hear, then Cady simply started to walk. She had spotted a willow about thirty feet ahead, and knew the tree could not survive without water. Head held high, an expression both tender and hard as stone she walked in the general direction. Cady London would live, she would go find water and hide up in a huge, bushy willow tree. She would kill and not dwell on whatever it was doing to her soul, and she refused to get weak.
Arcadia would go home to District Two, and break away from her controlling Father. She would spend a lot of her time with Griffin, maybe even try to do some good for the world to atone for the murders she would surely commit. Cady would survive through the night and live to take another hot shower. She would teach kids like her to live before they were shipped off to the Arena to die, and maybe even go out-right against the whole Career aspect of District Two. All of this was buried deep in her head, smothered by her predatory, feral instincts and scheming murderess mind.
She finally happened upon a small trickling stream and smiled. The water was mucky and she had nothing to store any of it in, but right now the sights and sounds of running water was enough to re-awaken memories of those famous Capitol Showers and the bubbly, sweet drinks the rich of Panem enjoyed.
ooc- i gotta work on posting with Cady... that was like a mess of thoughts and no real writing... blech--Ill do better once things start to get interesting.