//Enjoy _the_ Silence\\ [Hiccups; Day Six]

[cameron]

Luyu Nimmons

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Words like violence

Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
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////As the sun began to rise along the horizon, casting orange, azure, and magenta beams of light along the lakefront, Luyu's blue eyes fluttered in recognition of the time of day. Glancing up at the sky, she tried to remember how she came to be where she was currently. Something about fire and blood came to mind, but she couldn't quite tell exactly what she was thinking of. A yawn exited her throat, and her arms went up in the air as the yawn was let out.

Then a wet substance slapped into her legs from below, sending a chilly shiver up her spine and causing her entire body to feel as if it were frozen. Tilting her downward to see what had attacked her, the Tribute came to the realization that she was standing in the lake. How long had she been standing there? How had she not noticed?

Why was she even thinking about it in the first place? It wasn't her place to do such a thing. Normally the third District girl simply acted and acted again, hardly ever letting a thought process complete in her mind. A normal occurrence in her mind was to completely null all activity other than thoughts of blood and fire.

And when Luyu Orphelia Nimmons visualized the two substances in which her entire purpose and being was built around, she did not cease what she was doing to swoon; however, what she did do was a far cry from anything she had ever remembered doing while her mind resumed on the subject of fire or blood. Dropping her weapons—which had somehow managed to remain in her hand all throughout the night—the Tribute fell over to her knees, letting out an audible sigh of despair.

When she looked back up, her father stood before her in a white trenchcoat. The light from the sunrise illuminated through his body, and he took a step closer to her. Her eyes flashed before her, and a scene played in her mind of a younger version of the Tribute running around a room playing with various clocks. The clocks in the room ranged from grandfathers to cuckoos to quartz clocks to sundials. One would think a sundial wouldn't work inside, but there were moving tiles in the ceiling that ever so slowly transitioned across the roof, allowing the slightest amount of sunlight, moonlight, or starshine to pierce through a translucent tile and ignite the sundials’ mechanics. Obviously having been constructed by a master mathematician and inventor, the intricacy of the interchanging tiles intrigued the immature Luyu. Her gaze, sane and calm, lingered on the spot where the moon bled through and let the sundial before her show the current time.

Her father, leaning against an ancient grandfather clock, stood in the doorway and watched his young child marveling in his glory.

"You really like my clocks, don't you, dear?"

"Of course, father," she replied cheerily, tracing her pale little fingers across the numbers of a cuckoo clock. "I really, really do."

Her father's face lit up with a smile, and he walked closer to her. "You know this room will be all yours one day, don't you?" Her father gazed up through a translucent tile and into the starry heavens above as he spoke. "When I'm gone, and you remain, you can have every single one of these clocks."

The girl was looking up to see her father's face, expecting to see a happy grin upon his face; but as her oceanic eyes reached his facial features, she saw what she had not expected to see. Reaching out to him, she grabbed his pants leg and tugged. Luyu opened her mouth to speak, but her father cut her off. "Don't worry, darling. I'm going to be alright. Just—" he paused, breathing in deeply and exhaling a mighty cough from deep within his lungs. Her father cleared his throat before continuing to speak. —just know I will always love you." The man bent over to hug his child, but as his hands touched her shoulders the image disappeared from Luyu's mind and she was left staring at the white-cloaked figure standing before her in the water. With a slight smile across his face, he shook his head sadly before disappearing into the mist.

Luyu jumped to her feet and ran to the man, trying to grasp onto him before he left her. Her attempts were to no avail, however, and she was left standing alone in the frigid cold waters. Picking up her weapons, she walked back to shore and motioned for the now awake Ember to follow, and they trekked silently throughout the day.

Reaching the pumpkin patch, she immediately dropped down onto a pumpkin with a sigh and a thump.

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The pumpkin on which she sat opened up, revealing edible pumpkin fruit. She leaned down and sniffed the orange substance, and it smelled nonlethal enough. Maybe it'd be okay if she ate some? Scooping up a handful, she shoved the fruit down her throat, and—much to her delight—the fruit was delicious and juicy. Licking her lips, she shoved the remainder of the fruit in her satchel.

Remaining on the ground by the smashed pumpkin, she began rummaging through her satchel. She had not opened it in a few Days --- WIP for another paragraph 'cause I gotta go, but Luyu bandages her wounds and uses medicinal herbs on her wounds because she took Plants so she can do that without a dice roll. -nods-
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Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

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[[Ree]craft]

Ember Milan

Lemon tree very pretty
And the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat

Orange. For a moment that's all my eyes can see. Just a sea of bright orange. I can't imagine why there would be orange in the arena. I mean, red and orange leaves of a fall setting would be understandable, but there are no trees here and the orange certainly does not come from leaves.

Oh look, they're pumpkins. I blink for a moment, a little unfamiliar with pumpkins. They certainly looked friendly enough. Round, spherical and orange. They reminded me of Hatches.

I look around at Hatches who I had carried along with me as I traveled with Luyu from the lake to here. He's grinning as usual and I smile back at him.

"Well, Hatches," I say happily. "What do you think of these pumpkins?" I liked the work "pumpkin". There was something very fun about it.

Hatches doesn't reply, but I don't mind. I swoop down and give him a kiss on his cheek. I mean, we are fiancees. I look down fondly at the small twine engagement ring I was wearing.

"When do you think we'll be married?" I address Hatches again. "I mean, I want to marry before we leave the arena, I mean, what if I-" I falter and leave the sentence unfinished. For a moment I'm preoccupied with myself. If I die, there is no one to protect Hatches.

What if another tribute kills Hatches? That, I decide, would be the worst scenario. If I were to stay alive, but Hatches were to die. Oddly enough, though, no one seemed bent on killing Hatches. I had figured Luyu would want to burn him (I mean I'd already seen her ravage and serial kill scarecrow after scarecrow with her flint), but even Luyu hadn't given Hatches a second glance. No, Hatches was quite safe, and I was glad.

But then, was I safe? Probably not. I suppose Hatches doesn't really count as a tribute but I do. And tributes must be killed. What if I just ran away? Hid away somewhere in the arena, dug a tunnel and lived there with Hatches the rest of my life. Took my knife and dug my camera out of my arm and then built and underground house to live in until I died? It's a possibility, I must admit, but it's to dangerous and to hard to pull off for me to consider right now. If all hope is completely lost, then maybe yes I will attempt it. But not now.

I sniff and banish all thoughts from my mind. I'm aware of an unhappy growling in my stomach that must mean I'm hungry. But that must also mean Hatches is hungry. He hasn't eaten in so long... I look around. What I want more than anything else right now is some of those seeds Luyu found. And I could give some to Hatches too, so that he could experience those wonderful sensations and the colors and the sounds...

I turn my head, about to ask Luyu for some seeds, but somehow I don't find myself willing to speak. I want to stay huddled with Hatches in my own little world. But could my own little world include those magic seeds Luyu has?

I take Hatches and lean him against a particularly large pumpkin. I seat myself next to him and take his bristly hand. Well, I guess it's not really a hand, more of a stick with straw sticking out of it. I merely sit there holding Hatches hand, not really thinking about anything. I draw my knees up to my chest and rest my forehead against them and close my eyes.

It could only have been a few moments when I was like that before my hunger got the better of me. I lift my head and blearily look around for Luyu. The change of light from the darkness of my knees to the bright light coming from the clouds above me is disorienting. In some ways clouds are brighter than the sun.

"Luyu?" I finally say. "Do you have any of those seeds from that first day?" Even as I say it, my stomach gives a funny lurch as if to support my statement. WIP

[cameron]

[filler in case WT actually posts the Anthem, because Luyu wants another post in]

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