breaking point {Eva & C'rizz}

Post by [GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio on Feb 3, 2018 20:32:13 GMT -5

The cold breeze that was placed in the Capitol this morning brought my feet to the floor and my body awake quickly. The sheets and pillows that were stacked and stacked upon the queen-sized Capitol bed had not protected me from the wind here, despite one bed sheet and a blanket back at home doing wonders, almost letting me sleep in too late. There is something about the Capitol that makes restless nights much more common. It’s as if a grisly tension is present at every step, a reminder that whether we are content with it or not, death is surely upon our every footstep.

I was advised early on in my journey to the Capitol to be very well-rounded when it came to the Training Center. The escort told me that there were perhaps no bad training courses: from practicing melee and ranged with swords and throwing knives, to learn survival from plant identifications and firemaking, to even sharpening my agility through obstacle courses.

The latter was the area I decided to work on for the majority of the morning and afternoon. Each tribute was made to go separately so there were no two in the obstacle course at the same time, which made the speed of the sequence go much slower. Jumping over hurdles, ducking under branches, pushing through various items. It was enjoyable to watch tributes of all sizes and genders and districts and speeds flail their way through it, one by one.

Ahead of me, a girl with short black hair has a body that looks uneasy. Slowly, instead of advancing to the front of the line or the course, she instead moves backwards. Only instantly her body crashes into my own. I try to apologize for being in her way, but by the time I find my words, she’s running away.

Instead of taking my turn in the course, I fall back on my feet and chase after her instead. The girl, who had a four stitched onto her uniform, almost seemed afraid to come in physical contact. And for that, my heart sank. Nobody should fear another’s gentle hand.

The girl stays in a corner when I reach her again.

{“Something I can do for you, Moon?”}

I bring back the words I planned on telling her before she ran off.

”Wanted to apologize for bumping into you,” I say, quiet enough as I realize her fragility. ”Didn’t think I’d scare you too much.”