vengeance is { s l e e p i n g } // Rook, blitz
Feb 5, 2014 23:37:59 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Feb 5, 2014 23:37:59 GMT -5
chapter ( the fourth )
don't make mistakes or be human
they savor your every false move
and the fear that they hide looking for a break
if ever confronted with truth
they savor your every false move
and the fear that they hide looking for a break
if ever confronted with truth
Ripred, I need alcohol.
Back in District Eight I'd always had two very specific ways of handling my emotions. The first was to smash a hole in something, but I've done that so many times in training today that it's gotten old and proven to be entirely ineffective. The second was, of course, to get drunk. I loved parties and was as irresponsible as I was loud-mouthed, despite what some said about me being a brave older sister. I've never been one to bury things underneath layers of confusion. It's not my style. If I'm angry I'm angry, and the world just has to deal with it.
In this instance, however, it probably wouldn't be the most fantastic idea to leave training in search of something that will leave me staggering through the rest of the day. I've never been one to be entirely cautious, but it seems that people expect me to start being more responsible now that my life's on the line. Bloody idiots, the lot of them. I'm sick of being told what I have to do to survive in the Arena. I know very well that no matter how much they refine me and make me shine, I will not be the one to leave their game alive. Trying will only make the reality hurt more.
Well before lunch I find myself wandering toward the dining area. I can practically feel the disapproval of the observing Gamemakers. Young ladies about to fight for their lives should not waste their time on food. It's not proper etiquette. I make a face in their general direction that probably doesn't earn me any more points as far as propriety goes before my eye catches a familiar face, and my lips twitch up into a half smile.
"I've heard rumors," I call out, though not loud enough to make anyone turn their heads. I approach him, crossing my arms over my chest and raising my eyebrows. "Willis Keeni, famous by name and infamous by some rather disgraceful habits involving the bottle. I also hear you've got aim that's to die for." No pun intended. My smile spreads out into a grin. "Enjoying the party?"
so if you want moral advice
i suggest you just tuck it all away
'cause my mood to burn bridges
parallels my mood to dig ditches
i suggest you just tuck it all away
'cause my mood to burn bridges
parallels my mood to dig ditches