a waltz with sweet death [meg], blitz

[Meghan]

| Cassius Birch; District Two|

|BIOGRAPHY|
| PLOT WITH ME |

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And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way well

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Silence follows me like a lamb led to slaughter as I long desperately for the comfort of any human contact. (They're just afraid, Cass. You haven't exactly hid your horrible power it's only physical, it's only physical. it'll never be mental. you're asylum bait mate, if you keep thinking like this)

[/i][/color] I can't help but think. Thinking's all I have nowadays. and death. The caress of my fate is my daily bread, the paint of spilled life my drink (and oh how I long to consume her blood like it's the bottle of the capitol's best vodka). They don't exactly hide their fear, do they? Ah, how little did they know. I had more reason to be afraid of them afraid they wouldn't let me live out the clutches of my divinely-destined fate. They don't understand. I need this. I need this.

I can't stand to be alone for another hour, so I throw myself into the company of the nearest tribute (a girl with a young look about her. disturbed eyes. pretty hair) and strike up a conversation.

"Cold in here, isn't it?"
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And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float on

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Word Count: 182

[meg.]

MEELA AHLI BIRDBROOK.

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V.

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Oh I’ll jump into your grave and die,
And on my word you'll give up your whole life for me.
You'll be reborn, bigger and stronger [/color]
And less alive... [/right][/tt]

Certainly, the Capitol was the strangest place you’d ever been. It was the sort of strange that ever your sister, with her swallow-dipping imagination, could not think of. Even I, on my first visit here whilst the new city was still under construction, had been amazed. It was a flurry of spires and twisted skyscrapers, a field of flowers springing from the ashes of a nation that I had spent far too much time in.

The dining room was no exception to the lavish rules that the Capitol lived by. The tables and chairs, though practical, were designer-made, and supposedly very impressive, as illustrated by the curiosity of various mentors and escorts. Not one tribute, however, seemed interested. They, like you, grabbed the simplest food on the lunch menu and sat down to talk and eat. Already, just a day into training, you could start to see alliances forming. There were the twins from district six, who had been causing havoc since they arrived. I watched them burn Noah Ripley’s bed the night before, mostly for my own entertainment, but with a touch of ‘just in case.’

There were a few other standouts too. The two careers from one, and the strange acrobat girl from two. You had heard rumours of her flipping up to accept her place as tribute; your stomach had flipped in the same moment, but no one seemed to be impressed by that. Your district partner had attracted some attention too, and as much as he scared me, I had to admit that he looked as if he were in with a chance.

That morning, I had been but a few blocks away from you. My companion had only been with me for the briefest moment; she was elderly, like all those who I picked up from the Capitol were, and ready to come. There was no tugging needed; I held my hand out to her and she took it, and we walked softly away. I try to be focused on my job when I work, because, after all, it is my profession. In this moment, however, I couldn’t help but think what it would be like when it was your turn to come away with me. Would you struggle? Would you fight against me? Or would you great me with a warm hello, and confirm that this whole time, you had been expecting me?

Sitting by yourself, picking at a ham sandwich that you were forcing yourself to eat, you reminded me of myself. You looked so in between- in between life and death, being a career and an easy target, between complete solidarity and thoughts of your sister. I know lots about what it means to be in between. I’ve made my life out of it, after all.

On your return to the training centre, you are approached by a shadowed figure. He comes towards you in much the same way that I come to people – a stranger, someone who you’ve formed an opinion about even though you’ve never met them. He was quick moving, like me, but expressionless. I’m not expressionless. I just don’t get emotional about the same things as humans.

"Cold in here, isn't it?"

’Not really,’ were the words that infused from your mind into mine like a fine tea. You wouldn’t say it, because you didn’t want to come off as rude, but the training centre was much warmer than your own under insulated home. The thought of those familiar thin stone walls and blankets that chaffed your skin smoked your stomach, as the green firewood so oft smoked in your home.

“I guess,” you reply. “They’re not exactly warm people, these Capitolites, are they?” A sly smile spreads briefly over your face, but you extinguish it. You think that this place is too close to death for your humor, but I disagree. Why, I rather like it.

“Meela Birdbrook.” Not adding your district to the end is purposeful, isn’t it? You extend your hand for him to shake, and then retract it, remembering that he’s supposed to be your enemy, and that he could be contagious – but then again, so could you.

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{ooc: ‘write a blitz’ they said ‘it’ll be short’ they said}

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Cross your fingers, hold your toes,
We’re all going to die when the building blows.
And the house that you were born in

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