Creating a greater Satisfaction [Taurus -oneshots]
Oct 23, 2015 16:14:38 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 23, 2015 16:14:38 GMT -5
 The three sleeping souls near me are counting on me to look out for them; to warn them if something appears. I can only hope that the capitol has had enough bloodshed for one day and enough excitement from our fights to leave me alone. Perhaps, they even enjoyed our fight? Instinctively, I reach inside my pocket, taking hold of the bell that I've had close to my person since I left that justice building. That bell holds so much value that I might as well wish to die before someone was to steal it from me or I would fight the entire remaining tributes just to get it back. There's nothing I won't do to keep this miniscule, old bell from leaving my hands. "Thunder... can you hear me?" I whisper in my silence. A snore erupts from one of the three sleeping and I hold still for one moment to wait for someone to call out to me, but silence follows just as quickly and the bell in my hand moves slowly as I shake it. A tiny, whimsical sound escapes the bell shaped pod as the metal clinks against metal and the arena suddenly becomes slightly less terrifying. I feel Thunder's spirit with me. I feel the spirit of my two guides with me. With closed eyes, I let the sound fade off into nothing again, and the bell falls into my hands to stay warm and blanketed by my protection. "Time to earn my keep." I tell myself and reach for my bag, taking out some items and shuffling through the merchandise when a tiny tinkering noise catches my attention. I look to my allies and see their sleeping selves not to be disturbed by the tinkering toy and I race to catch the parachute the moment it comes into sight. With trembling fingers, I take the prize and look inside to notice the item inside. "Paper? For wh..." An idea is sparked and quickly I reach into my bag. The pen and inkwell is extracted and opened and I set myself to work writing something and when I the minutes turn into several more, I watch the ink dry on the delicate piece of paper and fold it as tiny as I can. Once again, I turn to the sky and show the white, folded paper to the clear air. Just like that, I take the bell and turn it over, wrapping and securing that paper around the chain of the bell, never to ring again. A smile appears on my face and once satisfied, I stand and set to work catching my prey with the net and earning my keep among my allies. Trapping for word |TbdQ0Fj1-2 Using this for the dousing rod 1-3  |
