Running (Casey, Open)
Oct 18, 2009 5:31:45 GMT -5
Post by photo of the booth on Oct 18, 2009 5:31:45 GMT -5
Listen Taylor had been running for days, weeks, months. She didn't know anymore. Somewhere along the way she had lost track of how many times the sun had risen and set. She had no clue where she was, only that it was far from home. She was hungry and thirsty, it'd been a while since she ran out of her meager food supplies. After all, she hadn't really planned the escape, it had just happened. She was still trying to figure out what had gotten into her. She'd never been happy in District One, but she hadn't really pictured herself as actually having the guts to run away.
Still, no one would miss her yet. Her parents rarely payed attention to her whereabouts after she disappointed them with her lack of desire to be a tribute. The most contact they ever had with her was to give her her allowance. They'd even moved her out of their house.
Listen could smell water. Or rather, she could smell the change in moisture in the air. She listened closely until she latched on to the burbling of a stream nearby. She stumbled over to it and drank greedily from it's waters, not even caring that it could possible make her sick. Without water she may die, and she certainly couldn't continue her trek. Thirst quenched she washed her face and, looking around to make sure no one was near by, stripped to her modest underwear and waded in to clean her worn out body. The water was cool, but she welcomed it.
After she finished soaking she got out and changed. She was so focused she didn't even hear the twig snap behind her.
Still, no one would miss her yet. Her parents rarely payed attention to her whereabouts after she disappointed them with her lack of desire to be a tribute. The most contact they ever had with her was to give her her allowance. They'd even moved her out of their house.
Listen could smell water. Or rather, she could smell the change in moisture in the air. She listened closely until she latched on to the burbling of a stream nearby. She stumbled over to it and drank greedily from it's waters, not even caring that it could possible make her sick. Without water she may die, and she certainly couldn't continue her trek. Thirst quenched she washed her face and, looking around to make sure no one was near by, stripped to her modest underwear and waded in to clean her worn out body. The water was cool, but she welcomed it.
After she finished soaking she got out and changed. She was so focused she didn't even hear the twig snap behind her.
) the four fish, after he did that he washed the fish in the lake, he then grabbed a metal spoke out of his travel bag and jammed the four fish on it, he held it over the flames and asked 'So how was life back in district one? Why did you lea...' he cut himself short thinking that what he was saying was to personal, he quickly turned away and focused on the fish
