Bloom {Amaryllis/Dafa}
Nov 22, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -5
Post by kap on Nov 22, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -5
AMARYLLIS KAILESSTEES
In a while now
Venturing into the more heavily wooded areas of the District I called home was a pleasant pastime for me. I’ve always found enjoyment in evading those I lived among in the residence that had taken me in. Their kindness was quite lacking, causing me to often have the desire to escape. Today was another one of those days where I made the decision to meander through the people that lined the streets and arrive among the trees. I’d chosen to wear warmer garments of clothing as the air nipped harshly at my skin until I put my coat over my shivering body and my hood was up over my head.
My short amount of adventuring brought me into contact with another individual. The female appeared to be similar to me in age, around fifteen years old. She was carving away at a chunk of wood with careful movements of a silver blade. I knew it not to be wise to startle someone who had a knife, and therefore, I made sure she could see me before I allowed words to emerge from my throat. I delivered a smile simultaneously.
“Hey, what’re you working on?” I inquired of her. I took a seat on the ground beside her, and I could see trees swaying as the wind whistled through them. Birds would chirp occasionally and rustling of animals in the foliage was present as well. I’d always had a particular fondness for nature. It was a desirable aspect of life for me. There were far fewer people in nature, and generally, when they were around, their intentions towards other humans were a bit more kind than those I knew in everyday life.
Although not everyone treated nature in a way I found acceptable, there were many people in our dear District Seven who did. I’d often been a bit snippy towards those who were disrespectful towards me or things that I cared about. This especially applied to those who lived in the same household as myself. I’d never much liked the Originals. They’d often been vile in my opinion. The rotten individuals bullied me to quite an extent. Although, I wasn’t afraid to speak to them in a similar manner.
I hoped that this girl wouldn’t be frustrated by my approaching her. It certainly wasn’t a positive thing to upset someone with a blade in their hands. The Games certainly proved that. Then again, in the Games, one didn’t always strike with a weapon in hand. Kicking and punching could still take someone down. Crushed skulls weren’t an uncommon form of death for those who were attacked by an unarmed tribute in that arena. I wondered how I’d fair in such a place and situation. It would be best to hope that the fellow female I’d begun conversation with wasn’t the violent type, or I could end up in quite the dangerous situation.
I will feel better
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