when i was alone { arc!train }
Jun 4, 2016 14:57:30 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jun 4, 2016 14:57:30 GMT -5
Iris Flower-Oak
I shook as I stepped onto the train, terrified about what was about to come. I had never been on such a fast moving object like this before and the thought of just speeding along at two hundred miles per hour created a queasiness in my stomach I had rarely felt before. This speedy machine is going to take me to my ultimate demise, to the place where I cannot even think about coming back from. I wonder what hell I would need to go through this year. Every year is different, and every year the gamemakers find some new way to surprise me with their cruelty and horribleness.
The escort was nice enough, well, except for the fact that she is super excited to see the Tate and me go to our demises. Oh yeah, the Tate. This was an odd year for district seven. Not one, but two volunteers these games. I don't know what reason beardy had for volunteering in place of the cute looking guy, Kip I think his name was, but I know that my reason for volunteering had been true. I am sacrificing myself for my cousin.
Also, what was up with this guy's beard? He was only a year older than me, but he looked as if he was in his thirties! Same with Sue Tate from a few years ago. Have the Tate's been giving their children aging cream or something? I mean, it is a pretty awesome beard, but still it kind of weirds me out.
I try to focus on the glittering light of the train interior as I step inside the metallic beast. I was still shaken up from everything that happened within the past hour. Willow being reaped, me stepping up for her, Pine's visit to me in the Justice building. It was all crazy. Part of me hopes I'm in a dream, that Willow wasn't really reaped, that I didn't really volunteer, that maybe the beard is just a sign of how crazy this dream world is.
I know this isn't a crazy dream, though, and I hate the fact that I know. It means I know for sure I am going to close my eyes at one point and not open them ever again.
My legs make my way down the hall of train, trying to find my way around to find a new capitolite wonder to lose my worries with. I found it. As I entered the dining car I saw a light brown liquid with smoke coming off of it in a little pot. Next to it were a bunch of mugs. I picked one up and decided to try the mysterious liquid that had been labled Hot Chocolate.
I gently pour out the thick liquid, the steam rising up and stinging my eyes as a delightfully sweet smell poked at my nose, taunting me. I take a small sip, the heat burning my tongue for a moment before the taste floods my brain, making me want to cry. We never had anything as beautiful as this back in district eleven.
I let my legs plop down into a seat in the dining car, letting myself sip daintily from the steaming mug.
I guess if I need to die, I might as well enjoy it.
The escort was nice enough, well, except for the fact that she is super excited to see the Tate and me go to our demises. Oh yeah, the Tate. This was an odd year for district seven. Not one, but two volunteers these games. I don't know what reason beardy had for volunteering in place of the cute looking guy, Kip I think his name was, but I know that my reason for volunteering had been true. I am sacrificing myself for my cousin.
Also, what was up with this guy's beard? He was only a year older than me, but he looked as if he was in his thirties! Same with Sue Tate from a few years ago. Have the Tate's been giving their children aging cream or something? I mean, it is a pretty awesome beard, but still it kind of weirds me out.
I try to focus on the glittering light of the train interior as I step inside the metallic beast. I was still shaken up from everything that happened within the past hour. Willow being reaped, me stepping up for her, Pine's visit to me in the Justice building. It was all crazy. Part of me hopes I'm in a dream, that Willow wasn't really reaped, that I didn't really volunteer, that maybe the beard is just a sign of how crazy this dream world is.
I know this isn't a crazy dream, though, and I hate the fact that I know. It means I know for sure I am going to close my eyes at one point and not open them ever again.
My legs make my way down the hall of train, trying to find my way around to find a new capitolite wonder to lose my worries with. I found it. As I entered the dining car I saw a light brown liquid with smoke coming off of it in a little pot. Next to it were a bunch of mugs. I picked one up and decided to try the mysterious liquid that had been labled Hot Chocolate.
I gently pour out the thick liquid, the steam rising up and stinging my eyes as a delightfully sweet smell poked at my nose, taunting me. I take a small sip, the heat burning my tongue for a moment before the taste floods my brain, making me want to cry. We never had anything as beautiful as this back in district eleven.
I let my legs plop down into a seat in the dining car, letting myself sip daintily from the steaming mug.
I guess if I need to die, I might as well enjoy it.
thompson harvard - d2b - arc for when you're done with your post