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the earth keeps shaking [jj/bella]
Jan 30, 2018 19:42:45 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jan 30, 2018 19:42:45 GMT -5
Bella looked at first aid like it was something she would never understand. Her mind drifted back to when she burned her hand recently on the stove. She wasn’t thinking. Sometimes that was her downfall. She didn’t think. She just did. It got her places, but sometimes those places were not where she should have been. Like going back to the old house that she grew up in before the orphanage. She knew that it would bring back those horrible memories, and it did. Going through that house was probably the single most tortuous thing that Bella could have done, however, she wouldn’t have found the locket that was around her neck if she didn’t. She hated when Ripred obviously had different plan her. She knew that experience would haunt her for quite a while, probably throughout the whole of the games. The idea of the grim reaper becoming more than just something in her imagination did send Bella into fits of panic, but what could she do. Nothing. She just had to keep going.
And so when she decided to stop by the first aid station, she thought she was crazy for taking an interest in it. Going into the arena, she probably wouldn’t have time to sit there and stitch herself back together like she would hope. Instead, she would probably freak out at the thought of seeing her own blood dripping out of her body. Red streaks staining her black skin. She took a rather large gulp as she missed the spot where the needle was supposed to go. She felt like light prick on her skin and dropped the cloth and the needle and began to suck on her finger for a moment. She grimaced as she tried to calm herself down, but there was no use, she was always going to be on edge, right up until she died.
When she died however, she would accept it with open arms. She just didn’t know how everyone else would feel about it. She just hoped that her killer would grant her request and deliver her locket back to her sister, and then if they were killed, they would go on to tell that person to deliver it. At the end of the day, Bella wanted to make sure that her locket made it back to district ten. In the hands of her sister, where it would belong. However, she knew that if she tried, she could deliver it herself. However, she was going to have to mow down 23 other people to make sure she can keep that promise. That was 23 variables she couldn’t predict. Everyone was different. Everyone had their own stories. Everyone was unpredictable.
It was something that Bella had to accept or die trying.
So when someone came up to her and joined her in the first aid station, she tried her hardest to not make eye contact with them. Of course, that failed and so instead, she watched as them work their hands around the cloth.
Bella fell into her habits.
Watching.
Waiting.
And then reciting.
And so when she decided to stop by the first aid station, she thought she was crazy for taking an interest in it. Going into the arena, she probably wouldn’t have time to sit there and stitch herself back together like she would hope. Instead, she would probably freak out at the thought of seeing her own blood dripping out of her body. Red streaks staining her black skin. She took a rather large gulp as she missed the spot where the needle was supposed to go. She felt like light prick on her skin and dropped the cloth and the needle and began to suck on her finger for a moment. She grimaced as she tried to calm herself down, but there was no use, she was always going to be on edge, right up until she died.
When she died however, she would accept it with open arms. She just didn’t know how everyone else would feel about it. She just hoped that her killer would grant her request and deliver her locket back to her sister, and then if they were killed, they would go on to tell that person to deliver it. At the end of the day, Bella wanted to make sure that her locket made it back to district ten. In the hands of her sister, where it would belong. However, she knew that if she tried, she could deliver it herself. However, she was going to have to mow down 23 other people to make sure she can keep that promise. That was 23 variables she couldn’t predict. Everyone was different. Everyone had their own stories. Everyone was unpredictable.
It was something that Bella had to accept or die trying.
So when someone came up to her and joined her in the first aid station, she tried her hardest to not make eye contact with them. Of course, that failed and so instead, she watched as them work their hands around the cloth.
Bella fell into her habits.
Watching.
Waiting.
And then reciting.
