Welcome to the Black Parade [D2 train thread]
Oct 21, 2018 15:37:51 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Oct 21, 2018 15:37:51 GMT -5
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My entire body is shaking. I can't tell if it's from the nerves or the AC in the train, but my teeth won't stop chattering. My brain hasn't properly processed anything since I realized I volunteered. I remember walking up onto the stage, saying my name, and then everything gets blurry. I got shoved into a room where my family visited me. I think they were proud? I couldn't tell. I knew this was an honor, how I out volunteered another career, but I don't know. I think my nerves really got to me because I do vaguely remember throwing up on someone's shoes. I really hope they forgive me. I bet they just thought I was sick. I really hope they did. Then I remember being guided to the train station as my parents waved their goodbyes and wishing me the best of luck. Oh, how I wished I could have told them I loved them. I might have, I guess, but still. I probably won't make it out alive.
And now we're hear, sitting on a comfy couch, shivering what's left of my butt, and I think rocking back and forth. Why didn't I wait a couple of seconds before accidentally volunteering? Then the other dude would be gratefully sitting here, eating all the food and probably getting drunk. I pick up a cookie shaped into the logo of our home district. "Huh. Is this supposed to make us feel more patriotic or something?" I mutter to myself. Disregarding what it means, I take a bite of it before putting it down on a plate in front of me. "I guess it tastes alright." Just wish i wasn't so dang nervous.
Slowly but surely, I finish the cookie. I lift it up to my mouth, take a small bite, and put it back down for what felt like an hour. I really should interact with anyone, but I don't really want to. I don't even want to be here. Maybe I should go back to my room. But that requires moving. I lay back onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling. This isn't even comfortable. It's too fricking cold in here. I sit back up. I guess I could go for some hot chocolate. That sounds nice.
I stand up and head on over to the drinks area and pour myself a glass of hot chocolate. My shaking doesn't stop, but it makes my hands feel a little bit better. Good enough. I head back to where I was sitting before, but decide to move to a window seat instead. I don't really want to look at food any longer. I've been looking at it for far too long today. I watch the scenery zoom by. I can't believe we're the ones that're moving. Even though they suck, the Capitol does a good job with technology. If only it wasn't to brain wash us all... I hear the door opening and footsteps entering the room, but I don't turn around. I keep my eyes glued on the nature outside of the tracks. I should be social... but I really don't want to talk to anyone right now. I guess I will if they talk to me first, but only if that happens. We'll see I guess.
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