Silence Roams Away {Weaver/Iona}
Jun 8, 2016 14:22:06 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 8, 2016 14:22:06 GMT -5
District 11 Female Tribute 73rd Hunger Games | Iona Holbrook my silence is my self defense, and also my greatest weapon. Soft feet travel against the speeding train whisking away from the home of District Eleven. The Novel’s setting is changing drastically, and Iona’s desperate to be only a letter closer to her family for just a moment. But every step she breaches down the carts, they’ve already carried her sentences back. She’s unable to regain the paragraphs lost with the miles blinking away. Urgency consumes the Youngster as she lightly sprints through the roaring transporting, pleading for a few backspaces among these pages. The final room prevents any further journey to where she’s from, and the single Token she’ll possibly be able to maintain to the end greets her at this destination. Weaver. The lonely notebook she confiscated earlier continues to fumble within her grasp, as she takes a timid seat not too far from her District Partner. In her truth, she’s fortunate in her position. Certainly Weaver’s odds are greater for where they’re headed. But Iona never had to endure witnessing a Loved one battle through the yearly War that’s now in their future. She’s not forced to consider whom she’s following down a similar, threatening path. Perhaps all sides of this Story are vital though, and will beautifully intertwine with each other. ‘I’m sorry,’ She attempts to scribble upon the first blank sheet. But her sketch is as silent as her words. She was no conceived to be an author. Dark brown eyes travel the enormous Window that now lacks any sign of Home, and back to her motionless writing utensil. Will there be no Tale left behind in her grave? Quiet slivers in its roam, all the while she cautiously gazes to Weaver once or twice. Causing noise with a gentle nudge on glass showed to be simple, and anything else proves to be quite impossible. |