{forgetting the important things}//Semper(Blitz)
Jul 7, 2013 20:45:56 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jul 7, 2013 20:45:56 GMT -5
when the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses
and revels with harsh, hot sand,
I loose the horses, the wild red horses,
I loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
and terror is on the land
I can’t focus. My thoughts are racing like they never have before and I swear it’s going to drive me insane. I leave my room and hastily walk down the hall, hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. As far as I know everyone else is already down at the main gathering place – whatever it’s called, I don’t remember – and are socializing before we’re supposed to be split up once again. I don’t particularly care that I’m unaware of my district partner’s location so I don’t ask around for her as I arrive where all the other tributes are.
There is a wide variety of faces (and future threats) in this area and I only vaguely recognize a few of them. My jaw tightens and I find myself at a stalemate. What do I do? Socialize and attempt to make truces to ensure that my life is prolonged? A good start, so, logically, I sit down at a table.
No one seems to notice me, which I figure is a good thing. Flying under the radar has gotten a few past tributes rather far in the games, so perhaps if I can just ghost for a while then I’ll be alright. I set my hands on the table’s surface and sigh; hardly a minute after that is when this guy with rather fluffy hair plops down on a stool near me, looking like he’s trying to hold back a rage fit. I feel myself shudder and almost instantly shrink away from a possible beating but I catch myself and straighten back up. If this guy is just a ticking time bomb then I hope I can somehow moisten the fuse to allow myself just a few more minutes of self-esteem. ”What district are you from?”
yea, the south wind sobs among the drowned creek courses
for sorrows no man shall bind---
ah, god! for the horses, the black plumed horses,
dear god! for the horses, death's own pale horses,
that raced in the tracks behind
A Gallop of Fire, Marie E J Pitt
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