In the woods

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In the woods Sept 24, 2013 19:15:01 GMT -5

Post by killz4food on Sept 24, 2013 19:15:01 GMT -5

Oerphin Lanter

I sit her, lurking in a bush, watching nature pass me by. One of the few things I'm NOT afraid of is nature and the way it so gracefully interacts with each other. The way it humbles itself in every way imaginable. It is so...un-mercenary. It is one of the few things I can admit to loving without being totally afraid of it ever hurting me. I can admit to being scared of it because of what I saw it do to the one I loved. I can admit things to nature that people shouldn't hear.

"Not that anyone would want to,"I think to myself.

And of course, that is true. Not because I am unlikeable. No, I am sure that if someone were to come across me now I wouldn't be the most pleasing to view, granted I gave someone the chance to try to associate with me after they got past the wild look, I might be a nice person. I have conversations with myself sometimes and I think I'm nice. Though I haven't really used my voice a lot, and it hurts to talk out loud. Seclusion right? I chuckle softly to myself.

I lay there for at least an hour, pondering deeply to myself, once again getting lost inside the alternate reality that is my head. The world where everything is densely forested and children don't suffer the loss of parents. And though I barely remember it, I know it hurt. I know it hurt a lot.

I think about the freedom I have a lot to. How I can do what I please, when I please, simply for the fact that I don't associate with society very much. I know the Capitol keeps their tabs on me. I see the Peacekeepers walking through the parts of the forest that I tend to slumber in, but that doesn't mean I don't have more freedom then most. And I'm glad to say that I appreciate it. A lot.

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In the woods Oct 5, 2013 12:54:57 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Oct 5, 2013 12:54:57 GMT -5

Timbra Lannett

Dry leaves crackle beneath my feet as I pad through the woods. The woods - my place, my place to run and walk and be, the place I come when the garden doesn't need weeding, the house doesn't need cleaning, and I am free. I am not running now - I spent myself getting here from home, and now I breathe hard as I move. And so there is that noise of breath, and there is the sound of my footsteps, but the rest of the world is quiet.

Quiet. The birds are still, there is no breeze, there is nothing but my own sounds. I might be the only one alive. My eyes close, and I stand still, listening to silence.

I might be the only one alive. I might. I wish I were. It is so quiet here, so quiet, so peaceful... and the Games are beginning again and it's nearly the reaping and my Quell odds must be so much larger than before and I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared -

Help me.

Somebody help me.

It's not quiet any longer, not peaceful-quiet. I'm wailing, silently, in my mind, but it's still deafening and there's blood rushing in my ears and nononononohelpno...

Just thinking of the Quell has hurt me. Just thinking of it. I crouch to the ground, suddenly, wrapping my arms around my knees. Hugging. Hugging myself and I wish I could just rest without having to worry ever, ever again...

There's a boy.

Under a bush.

It's so strange it jerks me out of fear, and now I am only curious. Why - why is there a boy under a bush? I stare at him for a moment, then nod uncertainly. "Hello."

Last Edit: Oct 5, 2013 12:55:46 GMT -5 by Squirrel

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In the woods Oct 6, 2013 10:56:09 GMT -5

Post by killz4food on Oct 6, 2013 10:56:09 GMT -5

Orephin Lanter

I hear someone say hello and instantly I jump up, my long, knotted red hair flowing out and spinning as I whip around. Instantly I am encased in fear and dread. What if this person is with the orphanage or worse, the Peacekeepers. While everyone down here may not be as fond of them they do have their sympathizers.

I look at the girl in front of me and instantly feel the need to take of running. I feel that if I do not take the necessary precautions this girl may kill me. Or boy. I'm not even sure right now. The grogginess of sleep is still biting at me, numbing my senses which would explain why I didn't catch this forthcomer before they got to close.

(sorry it so short. Trying to catch up with posts.)

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In the woods Oct 7, 2013 20:39:53 GMT -5

Post by Squirrel on Oct 7, 2013 20:39:53 GMT -5

Timbra Lannett

[It's fine. Timbra's a girl, by the way. c:]

"Whoa, whoa!" I hold up one hand, looking upward from my position on the ground. He's panicked, eyes darting every which way, and I know I have to calm him down. That I can't be the cause of someone else's fear. That's vicious, that's cruel...

Like the Capitol.

I shove the phrase out of my head - I hate the Capitol, and I must not hate, I must not - but it must still be lurking in the back of my mind because of the next words out of my mouth. "Calm down. It's fine. We're not in the Hunger Games."

When I realize what I've said, a nervous laugh escapes me -because of what day of what month it is and who we are and where we were born, it's such a terrible thing to say. We're not in the Hunger Games. No. But we could be. Very soon, we could be. Or maybe just me, depending on whether he's older than fourteen.

I don't want to die. I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. I'm going to be reaped, and I'm going to die. In a few days, I'm going to...

I must stop thinking. I must, because I can't stand it. Can't stand thinking nonstop like this anymore, thinking that I'm going to - no. Just talk, and say you're sorry, and don't think.

"I... didn't mean to startle you. That's what I meant, when I - I didn't mean to bring that up."

But whatever I meant, I can't stop thinking, and I'm still afraid, and I still don't want to die.

Last Edit: Oct 7, 2013 20:44:15 GMT -5 by Squirrel

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In the woods Oct 9, 2013 17:45:43 GMT -5

Post by killz4food on Oct 9, 2013 17:45:43 GMT -5

(Oerphin's a girl to. Sorry my templates not all that clear. Still working on her face claim)

The girl is frightened and for a minute I think about running and taking off and disappearing and...

dying My head subconsciously throws in. Of course I have to think about her, and how she died such a horrible death when running through the woods. It wasn't even out of fear; happiness brought her to the sprint she took so deep in the woods. And that is why her death is so awful: because she did living her happy, carefree life.

I look back at the girl in front of me. She is but another encounter I have had in these woods, the other one not as smooth as I would have liked it to go, mainly on my behalf, but again, I question what I should do.

This girl makes references to the Hunger Games, nervously trying to pull off a chuckle after she mentioned them. She took on a grave look then, pondering on something deeply, though I'm not sure what.

When she mentions startling me I'm not sure what to say. This whole 'Human Interaction' thing is still kind of new to me. I am trying my hardest at it, but again, I've made these woods my home for as long as I can remember; people didn't come through all that often. Is just me, myself, and I and her before the incident.

"It is okay, I guess." My voice comes at raspy and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding on a chalk board. I'm still not used to this talking thing.