so, tell me. {swampwives}
Jan 31, 2016 22:11:01 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jan 31, 2016 22:11:01 GMT -5
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s o l .
A hum rang throughout the training center, the lights above them luminating the entire centre for where we could see the entire place without any problems. Stations would line along the walls and be dotted in the middle of the center occasionally where a trainer would wait, hoping and waiting for someone to take up the opportunity that would be the station that they were assigned to. Those stations were normally the ones that involved survival, the ones that involved figuring out what's good and not good to eat. The ones that would tell someone what were they to do if they were in the middle of the woods and had no shelter.
Those were the stations that got overlooked, though today it seemed that the art of knot tying would be something of interest for the male. Something that interested him, for a knot could possibly trap someone and leave them dangling from head to toe; a scarlet red color running into his head until the loss of blood that was all collected in his head seemed to be a bit too much; leaving them to pass out. He huffs slightly, looking around at the center that would have tributes dotted occasionally across the gym in all different places, the language of each skill trying to dance it's way into their minds to leave a never ending melody in which they'll remember. A tune stuck in their head to never be brought out. It was a never ending ballet that was on the very beginning of it's story.
A smile leaps upon his face softly as he succeeds in his knot, making him look around slightly and see the other tributes working. In the distance you could see a small male from two, aged fourteen along with the small girl from eleven.
The male wondered, he wondered what Luna did during her time in the training center. Did she find her time taken up with battle training? Time spent on the things that created a sinner, created bitter thoughts as soon as a body fell limp to the floor.
Did she spend time making herself trained to become a murderer?
Sol had been at the station that would teach one how to tie a knot with his district partner, Nell, for he felt best around someone he knew that he could trust. Sol felt best around someone, a person from his own home that had come here but not as a person through a crown. They knew how it felt, they had their own experiences in the footsteps that each of their tribute's had taken, are taking. They've been in the same spot as the Sol Shim and Nell Locke, as Tyler Westbrook and Saxton Hale along with Zeki Webb and Pixie Ruined.
They had all been in the same spot, a small pawn at the beginning of the ballet. Though there was no telling of how this ballet ends, for there are no spoilers, there are no hints to what fate that would come to them.
Looking down at the tribute next to him, blonde hair and all, he would speak to her.
"So," He paused, starting to work on the next not for a slight second before returning back to his question. "Tell me." Sol had an intrigued face planted upon it, rooted deep into his soul as he worked on his knot. "Tell me about your biggest moments in life, the ones that you remember as a child and throughout your days."
Show me your scars, Nell.
Show me your story.get dunk't on