I feel your pain. (mylee)
Dec 2, 2013 22:46:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2013 22:46:27 GMT -5
Jarrett Gravois
2DEC13-Cassie got killed today in the games. I didn't think that seeing anyone get killed would make me so sad. I guess now I understand what my parents must have felt. Well... I imagine that is sort of how they felt.
I never actually knew Cassie or anything, but she was from here. This was the first Hunger Games that I had ever actually gotten to watch, and I see why they're so upsetting to everyone. They were forbidden in my house growing up, though I suspect that only applied to my eyes. Man. I just don't know how to handle this. I think that I'm going to go for a walk or something. END JOURNAL
His mood had already been depleted from the unfortunate series of events he'd seen in the games earlier in the afternoon. He had chosen to go out for a walk to clear his mind, not to have to deal with these... morons today. But of course, when it rained, it poured, and it appeared serenity would not be found today. He couldn't be so lucky. "Yeah. Well, you're just full of suck. So I don't even care. Whatever."
He turned away before the group of antagonists that he'd stumbled upon could close in on him and sprinted away as quick as his feet would carry him. It was hard being so
He'd ran as long as he could. His lungs had been screaming for more air for what seemed like an hour now. Now they were telling him to stop. Stop or else we will fill with blood. He had made it all the way into the 'bad side of town.' It wasn't so bad really, downright luxurious in comparison to the conditions the lower class districts lived in. But compared to District 5 as a whole? Yeah, bad side of town. It was somewhat desolate here. There were buildings that had been abandoned and left derelict. Not all of them, but a good many of them. Perfect hiding spots when you were trying to get away from the crowds.
His pace had slowed to a jog by now, but he was still searching for the right house. The blue one with the lime green shudders. There was something about that house that was comforting. Ahh, there it was. He stopped for a second once he'd reached the porch, huffing and puffing in an attempt to regain his normal breath. One more deep intake of oxygen and he was pushing through the door. Straight to the stairs in the back of the living room, and up the stairs. Take a u-turn at the top of the stairs and go to the back room on the right. Master bedroom, lovely closet.
He opened the door into the bedroom, and he could hear the mumbling/sobbings of someone else. He froze in place, just listening for a few moments. Once he'd deemed that it was probably a kid and not a bandit or something, he cautiously proceeded into the bedroom, peering into the dimly lit master closet from the now doorless passthrough.
He only watched for a second before he started to feel like it was a creepy situation, so he broke the tension by disruption the poor boy. "Hey... are you okay or something?"