Sweet dreams {WT}
Oct 18, 2018 15:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Oct 18, 2018 15:58:10 GMT -5
Carmen Stirling.
'Cause baby, I'm a weirdo
'Cause baby, I'm a weirdo
You are tired. No, exhausted. This day has been filled with too much training, almost enough fun and some nice food and there is no more space for you to fit in any more things. You are standing in the elevator after a short evening walk around the hallways of the building you are staying in. Everything is so shiny and clean that you want to close your eyes. The buttons are a blur in the net of your eyelashes. The white light is pouring down on you from the ceiling. You can't feel it, can't smell it, can't taste it, but it touches your skin and you watch the game of white and grey on your hand.
You are leaning down on the wall of the elevator and think about what you want to do tomorrow. You have to learn to use a weapon, not just mess around with bandages or firewood. Because when you run into careers - and you will if you survive longer than some other tributes - none of the things you currently know are going to protect you. You have to learn some basic self-defense moves, learn to fight back. And you don't even know with which weapon you are going to achieve your goal.
The light is calm and weightless, and the silence around is about to lull you to sleep. You don't want to resist this peaceful sensation in your body, and it is weighing on you until you land on the floor. The elevator is not moving and you are feeling too lazy to get up and push the button. It is too high. You can nap here and nobody is going to notice. Who cares, where you are going to spend this night? Not your fancy bed, not your mentor and probably not even your district partner - somehow you are sure that you are on your own in this place, whatever your connection to others might be. You want to sleep, sleep, sleep until tomorrow comes and you are sure you are not going to be disturbed here.
Lyrics: "Weirdo"