Flames of resistance/// Cato///
Feb 6, 2014 13:56:52 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Feb 6, 2014 13:56:52 GMT -5
district 4. 18. female. eva doll.
Seconds, minutes, hours have long slipped by since I first walked into the training center. Many seconds have been spent walking around the edge trying to find the best place to begin. Life at home was spent in the gym focusing on the games. Grab a weapon and slice the hell out of people. Knock them to the ground and kick them while they are down. It doesn't matter who lives and who dies. We're preparing for war, and death is part of all war. Everyone around me is the enemy as all twenty-three will be trying to kill everyone else in the bloody fight for victory. Survival of the fittest is being placed before every single one of us. Who shall win? Nobody knows. It'll be days before the blood is shed sending people to die horrible death. Maybe a head will be placed before me to sit upon my shoulders as the crown of eternal glory; it's the perfect crowning of the victor for surviving against the never ending odds, but survival is only the beginning. Who will be victorious?
My eyes scan the room looking for someone worthy of my presence. Not everyone here deserves the honor of my being placed before them. Those who volunteered are worthy of my presence as they showed they aren't a bunch of weaklings when they shouted to be placed into the games. Many volunteered this year. Sweat pours from my face like a waterfall dripping slightly to the ground plastering my messy hair to my face. My breaths are rapid as I just finished climbing towards the rafters of the gym before slowly descending the treacherous journey. People need to fear even the smallest of those surrounding them. I may not be built like people want me to be, but my actions speak louder than any language can be spoken. My eyes stop upon a guy holding a flaming trident. If his looks don't cast fear into a person, I don't know what will. He's the one of the volunteers from the reaping, and I want to speak to him to figure out what's running through his mind as he stares at the flames glowing around him.
My body immediately moves towards him wanting to know how he's doing. My eyes fixed on the flame dancing across the trident forming a show before my very eyes consuming my soul drawing me closer and closer. The flames glisten off the trident glowing orange, red, yellow. It's amazing what something as small as a flame can do. My eyes never move from the flame, and before I know it, I'm standing right next to him with my chin dropped to the floor. How does he make his flames dance like they do? It's a show waiting for an audience to be seen. My eyes dance away form the flames looking into the eyes of the guy holding the trident wondering if he'll even see me standing here. It's not the first time my life has gone unnoticed being around people, but if this guy doesn't see me, I'll make sure he notices I'm there. A large grin plasters against my face as I slowly move around taking in every detail including how he's holding the weapon. "You sir, are a genius."
My eyes scan the room looking for someone worthy of my presence. Not everyone here deserves the honor of my being placed before them. Those who volunteered are worthy of my presence as they showed they aren't a bunch of weaklings when they shouted to be placed into the games. Many volunteered this year. Sweat pours from my face like a waterfall dripping slightly to the ground plastering my messy hair to my face. My breaths are rapid as I just finished climbing towards the rafters of the gym before slowly descending the treacherous journey. People need to fear even the smallest of those surrounding them. I may not be built like people want me to be, but my actions speak louder than any language can be spoken. My eyes stop upon a guy holding a flaming trident. If his looks don't cast fear into a person, I don't know what will. He's the one of the volunteers from the reaping, and I want to speak to him to figure out what's running through his mind as he stares at the flames glowing around him.
My body immediately moves towards him wanting to know how he's doing. My eyes fixed on the flame dancing across the trident forming a show before my very eyes consuming my soul drawing me closer and closer. The flames glisten off the trident glowing orange, red, yellow. It's amazing what something as small as a flame can do. My eyes never move from the flame, and before I know it, I'm standing right next to him with my chin dropped to the floor. How does he make his flames dance like they do? It's a show waiting for an audience to be seen. My eyes dance away form the flames looking into the eyes of the guy holding the trident wondering if he'll even see me standing here. It's not the first time my life has gone unnoticed being around people, but if this guy doesn't see me, I'll make sure he notices I'm there. A large grin plasters against my face as I slowly move around taking in every detail including how he's holding the weapon. "You sir, are a genius."
Tribute of the 66th Hunger Games
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