bathroom logic. sonja x leon.
Jun 17, 2014 22:32:34 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 17, 2014 22:32:34 GMT -5
[ SONJA ARCOPELLO ]
How long had it been now? Since the capitol shipped you to away from your home? 4 days. You didn't even need to think about the question before the answer slipped out filling your mind. How could you forget? Forget that you have been away from home for four days only to be sent to a knew home which you would most likely live in for a mere hours. There was not much hope for you, after all you were clumsy. you were weak and most of all you were a mental mess. If people knew the real reason to why yo were standing here and not that Alaska there they would steer clear from you. The voices made me do it you could say to them, but they wouldn't respond with "oh that normal, one of us type of thing." they would be scared, they would call you a loony a nut case and they would never be able to trust you.
Walking close to the edge of the training center you make your way to an exit. You had had enough being locked up in this small room surrounded by people who were training to kill you, you wanted to be on your own, you wanted your mind to wander, to think about what you may face when you came it came to the actual arena. Like would water be easy o get, will there be forest or large expanses of salty liquid. You had no idea what to expect and it scared you.
Suddenly a voice slips into your hearing, but it was not a grunt as someone threw a knife, or a mocking voice as someone tried to tease another person. It wasn't a threat either. The voice was smooth, versus to a song slipping past the persons lips and into your ears. Your eyes dart to the exit but the luring voice pulls you away from it and towards its source. You find yourself leaving the train part of the center and wandering down the path that leads to the toilets. You frown, the oice coming from within the deths of the room marked for males. You wanted o go in, to see where the voice was coming from. The voice was beautiful, words rising and falling in a perfect chorus.
ugh, Fuck it, you weren't going to be alive much longer, so why not? You think to yourself shrugging open the door to the male restroom. You walk in, careful not to make to much noise when you come face to face with the source of the voice. Your face buns a deep shade of red. "Uh hi, i think, um, i might have the wrong room- haha- oh silly me." You nod to the boy and turn to leave, only to stop. Your teeth snag your lower lip and you turn back around, nervous smile on your lips. "Were you just singing?
