ºζ | Tracing Pictures | ξº [Man.; Day 8]
Dec 28, 2010 19:15:43 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on Dec 28, 2010 19:15:43 GMT -5
Takeba Suzumi
Death brings release
World voyage of the heart
Perform for friend/foe
Animals for new emotions
Seeing past and present
Internal invasions hurt
No love man, no bad friend
Black v. white destinies
World voyage of the heart
Perform for friend/foe
Animals for new emotions
Seeing past and present
Internal invasions hurt
No love man, no bad friend
Black v. white destinies
Three faces went off in the early morning, and Takeba blinked her eyes at the last. Anani Petros, District 12, had passed away in the Arena - for reasons unknown to her. Hailing from District 12, he was the first to go from the original teammates, leaving a Ross and Harvey left. In the Arena, she counted off the Tributes. Her index, middle, and other finger rose - not including herself. Eight days had passed. She was among one of the last few to remain alive and breathing - fairly - well for the time being. Despite the disadvantage of being single for quite a few days and nights since the last muttation fight, the Tribute from District 4 was able to withstand the other fighters until she was among the four left to entertain the Capitol. Their blood would be their laughter.
Wood block in hand - produced from hours of striking tree and effort - Takeba fiddled with the piece, sweat dripping down her face. Energy was sapped from the arms, but there was some reserved in the hands, just feeling the block of wood. Nothing in the texture or color was to her liking, but the girl only shrugged off the dissatisfaction. Dagger in the good hand, the Tribute from District 4 shaved off little ribbons in various angles and cuts. Her focus was in the carving. Eyes rested on the wood, and - seemingly - Takeba was disconnected from the world, even if a bird flew over her and let out a shriek.
Sitting on the low amounts of grass was not minded from her. Shreds fell into a forming pile in front of her crossed legs. For the past few days, the stress pressed on from various fights was being released in the art of whittling. Takeba could feel herself returning back to District 4, shaving at the docks or wherever she desired to occupy for the day. Memories flowed in the recollected how no one would bother the girl except to ask the kind of animal she was making in her hand. As to manners, she would pause to answer calmly and resume slicing shavings off the wooden blocks to finish the task she put on herself.
In about an hour, Takeba formed the head of a human, proud, smiling. On the main body were markings that dictated where the dagger would plunge into next. Outlining suggested baggy clothing on the figure. While working, the girl - from time to time - would smile at the work. Much like bisque doll rumors that she learned from as a young girl, she had a certain model in mind as she worked on the miniature wooden sculpture. With time running out for the winner to be revealed for the 56th Hunger Games, Takeba Suzumi went on to attempt the project she never attempted back at home, for no such passion did not dawn on her until now. Until the District 4 girl was finished or was slain, she continued slaving over the forming figure, working as salty water streaked down her face. She would not cave into the arms that asked for rest right now.