Walking away{From something}~ Open to all~
Aug 5, 2014 17:37:14 GMT -5
Post by kittyoemily on Aug 5, 2014 17:37:14 GMT -5
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Smack..... Smack smack smack smack smack. People glare. They can be glaring at two different things; either my stick and the annoying noise I am making with it or my new singed picture on my hand..... make that three, and the thousand of other pictures on my body. I continue to wack the floor getting used to the pain on my hand. It is a nice little Snake. Maybe I will do another one tomorrow. I think about what animals or pictures I have not done. This is in fact, earlier than I usually start thinking about singing pictures on myself again. Perhaps its these games. Last time I looked d4 was going to have to kill d4. I rolled my eyes. Very pathetic end. No one wins. One gets killed by the closest thing of home they have in the games, while the other goes home knowing they killed their district partner. I roll my eyes. I know what I would do instead of fighting if I was stuck in that position. Probably singe myself and purposely keep my back turned until she killed me. Then I would not know it was coming and I would die peacefully looking at my art work. I thought of this for a moment and knew I probably would have been killed sooner. I think about this a bit longer until I find myself tripping on a stone.
Whack! face first. "Ugh" I push myself up brush some excess dirt off of the top of my hand. " Damn" My hand had dirt in the singe picture. I sigh and look at it. Now this one might get infected....On my feet I brush off the dirt, looking around I see the people who glared at me were walking in their homes probably so I did not see them laugh at me. “What ever don't help me get up. Not like I need it but still...” I yelled a bit pathetically in an angered way. I look up at the sky that is a bit overcast and sigh. I brush my hair a bit and get balanced a bit more, breathing in the fresh air I forget to pick the stick I had, back up, but did not care because I was caught up in the moment of just feeling good for once... Taking in the good air.
Smack..... Smack smack smack smack smack. People glare. They can be glaring at two different things; either my stick and the annoying noise I am making with it or my new singed picture on my hand..... make that three, and the thousand of other pictures on my body. I continue to wack the floor getting used to the pain on my hand. It is a nice little Snake. Maybe I will do another one tomorrow. I think about what animals or pictures I have not done. This is in fact, earlier than I usually start thinking about singing pictures on myself again. Perhaps its these games. Last time I looked d4 was going to have to kill d4. I rolled my eyes. Very pathetic end. No one wins. One gets killed by the closest thing of home they have in the games, while the other goes home knowing they killed their district partner. I roll my eyes. I know what I would do instead of fighting if I was stuck in that position. Probably singe myself and purposely keep my back turned until she killed me. Then I would not know it was coming and I would die peacefully looking at my art work. I thought of this for a moment and knew I probably would have been killed sooner. I think about this a bit longer until I find myself tripping on a stone.
Whack! face first. "Ugh" I push myself up brush some excess dirt off of the top of my hand. " Damn" My hand had dirt in the singe picture. I sigh and look at it. Now this one might get infected....On my feet I brush off the dirt, looking around I see the people who glared at me were walking in their homes probably so I did not see them laugh at me. “What ever don't help me get up. Not like I need it but still...” I yelled a bit pathetically in an angered way. I look up at the sky that is a bit overcast and sigh. I brush my hair a bit and get balanced a bit more, breathing in the fresh air I forget to pick the stick I had, back up, but did not care because I was caught up in the moment of just feeling good for once... Taking in the good air.
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