faith's aftermath |clover|
Jan 22, 2013 17:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Sampson on Jan 22, 2013 17:44:37 GMT -5
leave your things behind
¦ sampson farron ¦
Excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy
These mishaps
These mishaps
Being hopeless and having no hope were two very different things. Sampson knew this; she had always known. It was nothing new to the redhead who had spent so many days working among both types of people. In a saw mill, where the normally calming scent of pine was overwhelmed by the stench of sweat and people who still had all their fingers were rare, it was hard not to notice the different sorrows that plagued the factory. So now, in the thick atmosphere of the training center, Sampson couldn't help but feel at home. All she needed was the screams of the saws and the teen would have maybe felt some hint of comfort.
But there was only her own soft breathing as the girl hunched over a small pile of sticks, trying to ignite some kind of flame. It seemed like an impossible feat, truly, almost as if the station's attendant was asking her to perform magic. It was hopeless, but she was not. If she hadn't seen so many tributes use the skill so often in the arena, Sampson would have allowed her frustration to drive her away from fire-making. So, instead of giving up completely, the girl opted to taking a short break.
Strolling past the station that harbored the vast selection of blades and weaponry, scarred fingers plucked a single knife from the table. Sampson offered a faint smile to the station's attendant as she slipped away, back towards her defeated pile of firewood. She sank down beside it once again, selecting one stick from the small group of others. The girl's hands moved out of instinct, rather than any form of decision on the brain's part, as they dragged the blade across the outer surface of the wood. It was like signing one's name. After so much repetition, carving was second nature to Sampson. It was also the only thing that kept her head straight and chin up.
You bubble wrap
When you've no idea what you're like
When you've no idea what you're like