Missing This Oppurtunity {Misfit Toys Day 2}
Oct 16, 2011 22:50:27 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 16, 2011 22:50:27 GMT -5
Sawyer Monaghan
"Fire is the most tolerable third party. ~Henry David Thoreau"
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She offered to keep watch last night. Surprised me that she did so. I mean, I was a little skeptical of her goodwill; maybe because I was paranoid the whole day. The arena keeps you on edge and stuff like that. But anyway, I thanked her for offering to do so and sat with my knees drawn up to my chest to conserve heat. I wasn't that interested in becoming a Sawyer-sicle just because I was feeling tired. I should have made an effort to grab one of those tent -looking things at the cornucopia. Of course, going after such a useful item would probably have resulted in a bloody demise, likely at the hands of that buff ranch hand and his cronies. The dude's name is a type of blunt weapon for crying out loud.
I had just been starting to feel drowsy when the sound of music roused me awake. The anthem. Right. I had just about forgotten that the faces of the fallen are displayed every night to the living. The screen at home just flashes the faces, so I was unprepared to see these huge images projected onto the night sky. I had to wonder, Are the fallen shown to us to give us hope for having survived another day, or is it a grim reminder of the inevitable fate that will come to twenty-three of us? Best not to dwell on it I guessed.
It started with a well-known face, that of Sapphire Ross. It made me a little sad to realize I had barely gotten a chance to know her. Her family must be distraught to have one daughter as a victor and another in a wooden box. The next face belongs to her district partner; Michael Smith. A face which I'm sure the morgue people will have to spend quite some time fixing up to look presentable. I could only hope that his brutal mutilation at the hands of Charas scared more tributes than just myself. After Mike is the face of the girl from district two. I was shocked that the career tributes were mostly out of the running by the end of the first day. The capitol wouldn't be too happy about that. I almost unconsciously took a sharp breath in, expecting to see her district partner next; instead I saw my own partner, a girl named Cassandra.
I hadn't said a single word to her the whole time we had been on the way to Capitol or the training center. I've heard that in older Hunger Games, tributes from the same district used to work together;a show of district unity I suppose. District eleven did that last games and both tributes were killed in the bloodbath. Not the safest of things to do it would seem. The males from districts four and five were shown next and I felt a momentary twinge of regret as I see the latter. If not for I and an ill-timed smash with my crowbar, he might still be alive. The look he shot at me before he was torn apart by a larger alliance shook me then.
The girl from district six was next, a girl that my team-mate killed. Xena or Zynna from district nine appeared next; I was kind of glad that the girl who pushed me made it through this day. I'm pretty sure Dysis is from seven. She was the first person I saw that cried. Cried because I started an onslaught of attacks that nearly took her life. Does that make me a bad person? The final dead face to stare down at me belonged to the boy from twelve. Then the music played again and the sky faded to a chilling black.
I don't know how the Capitol expected anyone to be able to sleep.
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I awaken, the events of yesterday plaguing my slumber. Despite my final thought from the previous night, it would appear that I did in fact, fall asleep. I'm thinking it's the bone-chilling cold that woke me. I glance at Charas and nod and the two of us begin making our way away from the riverbank. With a lack of anything to stare at other than snow, snow, more snow, and trees that are stilll in the distance, I find myself staring at Charas. She's been rather quiet, and as I don't know her all that well, I don't know if her silence is a good thing or a bad thing.
She is pretty attractive for her age. I can see why the other male tributes were leering at her. However, I think it's kind of rude that they did so. She may have scared them off though. Despite her um, attributes, I don't think I should try to flirt with her for a variety of reasons; I try not to stare at her for too long as I tick those reasons off in my head:
1. Since when has trying to romance someone ever ended well? Did it end well for Topaz Ross and Nash? What about the blind girl and the career from last year? What was his name? Cutter? Shaver? Whatever the case, it just doesn't end well.
2.Topaz's anguished face on-screen should teach me that the more of a relationship you have with another tribute, the harder it'll hit you when they die. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of heart-break.
3. Do I really want to enter into a situation in which I could potentially anger this gal? I'm partial to having my ears on the side of my head and not in my mouth.
4.
Well I'm sure I can come up with a fourth. She is rather pretty though.
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No, out of the question, engaging in a few day fling with this girl is not a good idea.
Still...It doesn't mean I can't be nice to her. She still hasn't said that much, and I don't know If I should be more bold; be more of the conniving bad-ass that I pretend to be back home. I mean, I can hold my own in a fight, and adults generally don't like me. There are some girls who chase after me, or rather the idea of me. Gosh, but this arena is bringing out things I really don't want to think about.
Something enters my field of vision, and I can see several trees. At least I think they're trees, because they are all covered in a sheen of ice that makes them look unreal. Well. Looks like we've made it to a new area. I look behind me, half-expecting to see the river. Instead, my eyes are graced with nothing but blinding white. I can only move forward from here. I look around, half-expecting something to burst out of the dense foliage; whether tribute or creature I don't really know which would be worse.
On the bright side, there's plenty of flammable material here.
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