This is /my/ table now [Insanis vs Noelia]
Feb 1, 2016 15:54:06 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 1, 2016 15:54:06 GMT -5
So far from me now,
But oh I can hear the sound
It's so far from me now,
Oh I can hear the sound
It can't be later than one O'clock in the afternoon and I'm already hissing through my gritted teeth at my reddened hands. How the fuck did Pyrian and Gypsy possibly tolerate this shit? I've been kneeling over this station for at least ten minutes, grinding rocks against rocks, sticks against sticks, sticks against rocks just to make a fucking spark and yet the only thing I've even come close to burning is the skin on my hands with frictions and getting the occasional finger caught between two rocks being bashed together.
And to think those hill-billy twins of mine Pyrian and Gypsy were experts at this. How many souls did their fires banish to fiery graves? Hell, even Willis managed to get fires going during his games. The memory of that District five guy being devoured by orange flames is still fresh in my mind after all these years. I keep scraping and bashing, rubbing these sticks and rocks together to get some semblance of a spark. "Fuck sake!" I yell, as a fresh wave of pain shoots its way through my fingers.
Already my right eye is beginning to twitch. How am I fucking struggling with this shit? If a deaf kid and his hill-billy named Gypsy can do this then why can't I? A blonde drunk managed to become a master of the flame so why am I struggling to even make a spark? There are no excuses, I can't blame the equipment, or someone else for this mess. It's just me and my fault.
CLANG!
I let out a frustrated grunt and smash the rock against the training centre floor. The sound of the dashed rock echoes through my brain, bouncing around my head like light on a mirror. I blink twice, my lips still pulled into an evil scowl. "Fuck this shit." I whisper to myself, I can already see my four cousins rolling in their graves. Maybe having a bit of a joke about how I'll be joining them soon in whatever hell their burning in. I look down at my irritated hands. My snow pale skin has turned bright red, as if blushing in embarrassment at not even being able to start a fire. "Fuck you Pyrian and Gypsy." I snarl at the ground, they both made it seem so fucking easy - conjuring flames seemingly out of nowhere.
I go to lunch scowling.
I have a green tray with a white plate resting on it. On the bright side there's a whole lot of food to pick from. Back in six there were too many mouths to feed. Too many fucking Keeni's taking my food and my space and leaving messes everywhere they went. In a way it's kind of a relief some of them left and never came back, after that there was more food for me. My scowl lets up a bit at the thought as I begin shovelling chicken on my plate and then topping it with gravy. After I'm done finding some food for myself I'm left with the task of finding a place to sit; not that it's difficult, I'm gonna sit wherever I please.
Bingo!
I find a perfect table, right in the centre of the canteen, well, almost perfect; there's some blonde bitch with a number ten sewn on her shirt sitting there. Not that I'm complaining. A person's a person and what can I do to a person? I smile. Make them hurt. My tongue glides across my lip as I stride confidently to the table and pull up a seat opposite her. "I'm sitting here by the way." I state nonchalantly as I plant my backside on the seat but I freeze when I take one look at her.
Both of my eyebrows raise and images flash through my mind. Kitty. And a spear. Her eye... A grin carves itself on my face. Noelia Tibideaux, District ten. I didn't memorise every tributes name but her definitely stuck in my brain for obvious reasons. "Strange," I state before casually pausing. "I could've sworn my cousin shoved a spear through your eye last year, you a ghost or something?" I ask with a smug smirk.