Dining for Two (Marr)
Feb 16, 2020 20:30:20 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Feb 16, 2020 20:30:20 GMT -5
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Time passes differently here. It doesn't make sense. One moment it'll be dark outside, with the stars beaming down on us and the lights of the city sparkling down below. Within a blink of an eye, the sun blares through the window and it'll be a few hours later. In other cases, I could do a million things and it would only take 10 minutes. I swear they put something in the vents. Then again, I don't pay attention to the time back in 9. It moves far too slow whenever I check it, so I've given up and stopped caring about what time it was, and tracked the day by how bright everything was.
Earlier today, I decided to get good at using some sort of weapon before my ultimate death, I guess I forgot to take any breaks for food because my stomach screams at me mid-fight. I thank the instructor, put my weapon away, and rush to the dining hall. Briskly walking through the halls, I notice the lack of light from the sky whenever I pass by a window. Whoops.
The doors slam shut as I barge into the... the... It's not food room, you idiot. Nor is it the kitchen. The kitchen is where food is made. DINING ROOM! THat's it. dining room. I smile at the lady in charge of handing out food. She glares at me as she dumps food onto my tray. I thank her and head on over to the furthest table from her. What did I do? Did I do something wrong? Maybe she doesn't like smiles? I messed up. I shouldn't have smiled.
I guzzle down my food until one piece gets jammed into my throat, causing me to choke. It slowly dislodges out of my throat and onto the table and gave me enough time to embarrass myself in front of the three, maybe four people in the dining hall at this hour. Good job. THat's one way of getting remembered. You'll be known as the tribute who choked on his own food and died before the games ever started. You're family's going to be so proud of you, knowing your son is a screw up who can't even care enough to chew his goddamn food.
Movement catches my eye. I jerk my head up and wipe the food off the table with a napkin. "Oh, uh... hey. Feel free to take a seat if you want. It's open." No shit it's open. It's not like you have friends to sit with. You dumb piece of-- whatever. No point in beating myself up that much. My head goes back down and I force myself to eat at a slower, more civilized pace.
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