just another war {chevi}
Oct 5, 2016 11:17:57 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Oct 5, 2016 11:17:57 GMT -5
Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine |
Endless thoughts soar through my mind with each step that I take. So many stations to learn, yet so little time to learn them in. What am I to do? How can I learn all these? Is it even possible? What did Chaske do? Every stride brings me to another station. Plants are important to learn. Fire is important to learn. Survival stations are just as important as the fighting stations, but what can I do? I have nothing. Nothing I'm good at except eating food, and that won't help when I'm stranded in hell for the next several days. Maybe eating is a mistake.
A soft sigh leaves my lips as my gaze drops to the floor once more. Come on, think. My hands wrap around my hair. Frail fingers twist at the long ends as I resist the urge to punch myself in the head until something comes to mind. It would make people stare at me, and my entire plan is to lay low and avoid the drama of people gawking at me like I'm trapped in a cage for them to poke fun of.
Plants look like they'll be fun to learn because plants rarely exist in district nine. It's toxic. Factories and plants pollute the air badly. Smoke fills the sky. A forest does exist in a fenced off area for nobody to enter, but it takes away the idea of learning of plants. But I don't want to spend time there. Not right now anyway.
Closing my eyes, I inhale the biggest breath I can imagine. Every ounce of air fills my lungs to the brim sending a refreshing chill down my spine. All my hair stands on end. My eyes open, and I'm moving forward once more. Scanning the area trying to find a place with nobody around. Some of the trainers look bored, and I can definitely give them something to do. My eyes lock on the fire station trainer, and I'm turning towards -
Bam!
My head bounces off the floor. All the wind is knocked out of me, and it's almost impossible to breathe. I'm sprawled out on the ground. Pain radiates throughout my body. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. My head hurts. Everything hurts. Tears pool in the corner of my eyes, but I blink them away before they stream down the side of my face.
Apparently my eyes were closed because when I open them, I realize I literally ran into another tribute.
I want to be nice and ask if he's okay, but instead I chose to remain silent.
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