little treasures }} dead 65th tribs
Dec 10, 2013 9:32:14 GMT -5
Post by semper on Dec 10, 2013 9:32:14 GMT -5
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(“Everything’ll be okay, just remember that.”)
It was bittersweet adjusting to the afterlife: for one you didn’t have to deal with the pain and horrors of the games, but you also had left everyone behind. (Your dad, Cassie, the cows, everyone.) It was fairly lonesome for the most part, unable to find anyone.
But, you decided, you would try to make the most of it.
There were others lingering around, that you were sure. The area you ended up at looked an awful lot like where the cornucopia was located, minus only the big shiny horn. (There was no blood on the ground and bodies were not lying around; it had been a shock at first but slowly you came around to appreciate the landscape as some kind of untouched wilderness.) It was quiet, too, with no cannons or screams. (Almost peaceful.)
You didn’t know where everyone else was. It didn’t matter; soon, hopefully, they would come when they smelled the food that was set out on the large wooden table. (Perhaps it was just some perk of the afterlife that everything you wanted or could imagine would pop up.) So far the only items were mashed potatoes, greens, dishes of different kinds of meat, a steamy bowl of corn, spaghetti with bread, and some meatloaf. It wasn’t much, but if more were to come then they could conjure up their own dishes of favorite foods.
You climbed up into the large chair at the end of the table, picking up your plate and plopping a glob of mashed potatoes down onto it. The smell was absolutely amazing and your mouth watered long before you even reached down to pick up a spoon.
In the arena you hadn’t eaten for four days and you vividly remembered how hollow your stomach felt, along with the pain of it. The buffet set before you was certainly nothing short of a divine blessing, and not only that but you had your tongue back and therefore could taste (and speak!). A little grin graced your features just before you dove into the potatoes, shoveling them into your mouth, reaching then for the grilled cheese plate nearby.five days after black and red collide
the motion sickness past, i’ll be the first to stand
behind that weathered door, i thought it would be safest
my head is dizzy now, i thought we’d overcome
we might not make it home tonight
((Note: this is just a lulzy little threadwith food fightsfor anyone who has a dead tribute from the 65th games. You aren't required to join, but feel free to jump in whenever if you want to <3 ))
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