i just wanna know // vero
Oct 13, 2020 1:29:13 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 13, 2020 1:29:13 GMT -5
A M E L I A
Scrambling up the rope ladder had become second nature for Amelia, the start to a dance whose moves she had been learning for days. Get to the part where the rope ladder turned into a rock climbing wall. Haul ass to the top. Grab the hanging rope. Swing. Drop down. Grab the bars. Swing across the monkey bars as fast as she could. Left. Right. Left. Right. Let go. Jump, tuck and roll. Her feet hit the mat and she slapped her palms to her knees, breathing hard.
Who would have thought that the skills she picked up hopping fences to get away from gangs and peacekeepers alike would have come in handy here? It had only taken her fourteen tries to run the course without messing up a section. She grabbed a towel and wiped off her neck, stepping up to the refreshment table and chugging a bottle of water.
It had a weird aftertaste and after checking the label she saw that it was “mineral” water.
Damn. Even the water had to be fancy as fuck for these people. She turned to head back to the agility course, but stopped when she saw the girl from two standing nearby. Shy’s name she knew; everyone knew that one of the eightieth tributes was back in the games a second time, but the girl’s name escaped her. A career. One that hadn’t had to volunteer. Amelia wasn’t sure how volunteering worked in career districts, but she figured that it was frowned on, like you were stealing someone’s glory.
But the girl from two carried herself with a quiet confidence that Amelia could recognize. It made her stand out. Reminded her of folks back home. The girl—Dom something, her memory of the reaping replay supplied, looked like she had an instinct that many tributes only pretended to have. Her eyes held a story and Amelia was curious. After all, the more she learned about her competitors the better she’d be able to predict them once the blood started flowing.
“Hey,” Amelia said, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. “You’re from two, right? Been palling around with the gal from eleven? Funny,” she said raising her eyebrows in mock surprise. “I woulda thought the careers were all too high and mighty for that.”
Who would have thought that the skills she picked up hopping fences to get away from gangs and peacekeepers alike would have come in handy here? It had only taken her fourteen tries to run the course without messing up a section. She grabbed a towel and wiped off her neck, stepping up to the refreshment table and chugging a bottle of water.
It had a weird aftertaste and after checking the label she saw that it was “mineral” water.
Damn. Even the water had to be fancy as fuck for these people. She turned to head back to the agility course, but stopped when she saw the girl from two standing nearby. Shy’s name she knew; everyone knew that one of the eightieth tributes was back in the games a second time, but the girl’s name escaped her. A career. One that hadn’t had to volunteer. Amelia wasn’t sure how volunteering worked in career districts, but she figured that it was frowned on, like you were stealing someone’s glory.
But the girl from two carried herself with a quiet confidence that Amelia could recognize. It made her stand out. Reminded her of folks back home. The girl—Dom something, her memory of the reaping replay supplied, looked like she had an instinct that many tributes only pretended to have. Her eyes held a story and Amelia was curious. After all, the more she learned about her competitors the better she’d be able to predict them once the blood started flowing.
“Hey,” Amelia said, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. “You’re from two, right? Been palling around with the gal from eleven? Funny,” she said raising her eyebrows in mock surprise. “I woulda thought the careers were all too high and mighty for that.”
H A L E
