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Have you ever been so bored anything seems like it will be fun? That’s what I’m feeling right now, usually I’d be fishing but it’s not my shift, I miss the days when I could just fish non-stop all day. Sometimes it would be with my step dad or just other random people I don’t know. It’s still fun, getting to know them, getting to know new people in the district, it’s a sense of teamwork between me and the other guy who’s fishing with us. They could be younger, older it doesn’t matter. We’re bringing food for the district (and the capitol).

Well that won’t happen anymore I guess; with career training and all. It’s actually kind of fun. But that’s not going to happen today because it’s not on today. Now what can I do if I can’t fish, do career training or school? I’ll simply have to go swimming or something. But the problem is that going swimming by yourself is sad. I don’t have much friends but I at least have someone to go swimming with. I would look like a loner if I went swimming on the beach all by myself...

In the end I decided fuck what people thought and went to the beach by myself to swim, if I want to swim why not right? Wearing nothing but my trunks and flip flops I wondered off. “Mum, I’m going for a swim!” I called out. Usually she’s okay with me going for a swim so I figured it didn’t matter much. “Alright, come home soon okay!” She calls out. I open the door and leave the house, it’s reasonably sized, we’re not poor but we’re not rich by a long shot. Living in district 4 has its benefits after all.

After about twenty minutes of walking through the streets he was finally at the beach area. There would be no ships or boats nearby. It was unusually empty, probably because people weren’t working much or maybe they were I seriously couldn’t remember and I don’t really care. I sigh as I feel the smooth sand crunch underneath my sandals, my feet sinking in the mass sand. And I love it. I immediately smell the salt water, it fills my nostrils but I don’t recoil I welcome it. Ignoring the fact that it’s slightly chilly in the air.

I immediately kick off my sandals and start running towards the water. My feet enter the water, it feels perfectly natural, I’ve been swimming in this for years, since I could even toddle, this is as easy as walking. I continue walking forwards, even when the water reaches my knees, I still keep on going, it’s a bit cold but I know it’ll warm up. Summer has ended, winter is approaching so obviously the sea will be colder but I’m totally fine with that. Like I said I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. The water is now on my waist and I’m still going.

I wonder if there’s anyone else swimming by themselves. I think to myself. Now the water is up to my shoulders and my feet can barely touch the sand, I kick off and start swimming, not the sloppy and seemingly desperate strokes you’d expect from the lower districts, no strong and powerful strokes, perfectly in sync and calm and controlled. The water doesn’t control me, I control me. For now there are no waves. I love swimming, it’s liberating. I go under the water, holding my breath for about a minute then break the surface. When I re surface my hair looks darker and it’s really wet. I smile to myself and do a few more strokes.

Maybe swimming by yourself isn’t so bad.

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Water surges around my ankles, my toes digging into the wet sand. A smile forms on my lips, and I close my eyes, my whole body concentrated on the feel of the salty water against my ankles. The feel of the salty water as it moves around my legs, weaving in and out around my thin ankles. I loved the feel of the water against my skin, I loved-how at first- the water is cool to touch, slowly becoming warmer and more welcoming as it recognises you. I stand there for a moment indulging myself as the water flows around my feet. Every morning I do the same thing. I hold my board tightly to my chest and allow the water of the ocean to lap around my feet. It was a greeting in a way, a greeting that the ocean and I have been passing on for years now.

Finally I open my eyes. I stare out into the ocean as the sun begins to peak out from behind the horizon. Baby pinks and soft purples are streaked across the light blue sky and I am memorised by its beauty. I am memorised by the way the sun and the sky work so well together to form this perfect image, and all this, all this beauty, was just for my eyes. There was no one else on the beach this early in the morning. Yes other surfers would be out and about- but not at this beach- this was my own place, my own little escape… But it was also the place where I had lost my brother. Most people would tend to flee from the area where they had lost a loved one. They would refuse to go anywhere near the place where that family member was taken.

But not me. I couldn’t just ignore this place. It was where he had died; it was where his life was taken. But it was where I could really connect with him. When I was in these waters, I felt as though he was with me, surfing on his board beside me… It was one of the reasons why I still surfed today; it was one of the reasons why I still faced the ocean with a smile and a willing face.

Holding my board tighter in my hands I race into the water. The ocean splashes up around my body. At first it is as cold as ice, but after a few moments it warms up and his as warm as my mother’s hugs. Pushing my board beneath me I fumble around until I am lying flat on the board, my hands paddling, propelling my body forward. I keep paddling until my arms start to burn, until I feel I cannot keep going. For a moment I lay there panting, my heart beating wildly in my chest. A smile burns on my lips as breath rapidly escapes and renters. It felt good. It felt good to feel my heart race, to feel that burn in my arms. Smiling even wider I lay on my board until my heart is beating at the normal pace once again, until my arm no longer burn.

Sitting up on my board I take a look over my shoulder. District four is way behind me, the building so small. I hold my thumb up in front of me and my thumb blocks all the buildings from sight. I laugh and turn back to the sun, to watch it climb higher and higher into the sky. This was my life, and I loved it to bits.

After a few more moments, I turn back to the shore and begin a slow paddle back to my home land. My fingers brush through the ocean, the water manoeuvring around them, helping push my body forward. My feet play with the surface of the water, also helping to propel myself towards my home. Sometimes I wished I could just live out here on the ocean, be as free and as lively as the water that surrounds me. But I know that I will never get that chance, my home was with my parents, not here, bobbing around freely in the oceans waters.

I am nearly back to the shore when I see a lonely head bobbing around among the gentle waves of the ocean. A cheeky smile plasters itself to my lips as I begin to move towards the figure, a whole speech already on the tip of my lips. Suddenly I pull on a mocking face and begin to pant, my whole face transforming. Fear slips onto my face, and I summons some tears to add to my appearance. “Please! Please help me! I- I- I don’t know what it is, but there was this creature, oh my, you should have seen the teeth! I was so scared! Please, please help me!” I stumble over words and I try to frantically reach for the boy. Fear was evident in my voice as I slip from my board and into the ocean. Oh man this was going to be fun.



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Swimming was pretty exhilarating. Flint was just continuing his strokes, the water being pushed past him as he glided through the water, it was as easy as walking. I have been swimming since he could toddle, I swear if I ever saw one person in District 4 who couldn’t swim I would probably laugh in their faces. And then after try to teach them how to swim because I’m a nice guy. It was practically a sin crime to live in a fishing District. Next to the damned sea and not know how to swim. If you had a fear of water that’s a little bit more of an excuse but still stupid. Hmm, I wonder when I should get out. I think to myself.

I go back under water, looking at the beautiful ocean. The ocean was like a beautiful mistress. The sea was basically my best friend as far as I was concerned. Yes as sad as it may seem that is really how I felt about the sea. The sea provided my work, food and enjoyment, why would I not love the sea? If it wasn’t for the sea I wouldn’t be the boy I am today. I had forgiven the sea after it had tried to drown me we were on good terms. Now here we were, pretty much enjoying each others company (not like that).

After doing more and more strokes I decide to go further into my best friend the sea. Just to have more fun but however I am cut short by the sight of what seems to be someone swimming towards here. I’m thinking who it could be and why they are swimming towards here; A ship wreck? Someone gone for a swim? It could be a variety of reasons, only if I wait and look will I know what’s really going on. I don’t swim out any further, I simply stay afloat and wait, she's approaching pretty quickly so she probably wasn't very tired. "Hey! You okay there?!" I call out to the person (I can tell she's a girl at this point).

When she gets to me she looks so scared. As if someone has attacked her or something. She has tears in her eyes however it could just be the salt water, however she does look scared. Maybe she was on a ship wreck and her partners died? Sad but still possible. Many people have died at sea in district four, just nothing you could do about it. Please! Please help me! I- I- I don t know what it is, but there was this creature, oh my, you should have seen the teeth! I was so scared! Please, please help me! At this I'm immediately alarmed, why would there be a monster at sea? Maybe it was a capitol experiment gone wrong?

She could have mistaken it for a shark but there were low chances of that. A monster! Some kind of Capitol mutation was escaped out into the seas of district 4? At this I want to get out of the water, I don't want to hang in here anymore, I want to get the hell out, swim away go back home and warn everyone of the monster dwelling in our seas. "What?! Monster?! Here?! I'm gonna go warn everyone I'm not staying in here!" I yell out as I immediately begin to front crawl towards the shore. "MONSTER! GAHHH! MONSTER! SOMEBODY HELP!" I yell out, although the beach is pretty empty I'm hoping some guy who's passing by hears us.

I don't want to die! I'm too young to die! I don't want to die yet. I haven't even been able to go in the games yet. It's not my time! Anything the girl says I don't hear, it's drowned out by the sound of me swimming, splashing the water with my arms and legs as I desperately pedal back to the shore. I have to leave my best friend the sea for now. I don't want to be eaten by some stray mutt in the sea. I cringe as I imagine it's huge jaws snapping me in half and my remains being found by the rescue team. My entire family would be devastated. I would be missed but I swear it will never happen. Not now, not today. Although I'm a career with no weapon in my hands I can't fight it. I can only evade it. Get out of there as quickly as I can and hope someone else kills it with a harpoon or something. Whatever it is it's probably the Capitol's but why would the Capitol be so careless as to allow a mutt into our waters? How did it even get to our waters without being spotted or killed by anyone else. Well the Capitol is mostly full of idiots so it's not surprising. But I can't worry about that now. I need to worry about getting to safety. Lucky for me I'm not too far from the shore so I should be able to get there in no time.

I don't want to die today!

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A prankster. Many people had called me that before. And to be honest I agree with them. I loved it, loved to watch peoples face screw up in horror or fear or whatever emotion I was trying to provoke, only to be smothered when that harsh- but lively- laughter would escape my thin lips. I love the way my victims face would flush with embarrassment, the way their cheeks would turn a rosy red and their eyes would drop from mine- and refuse to look at me for the next few hours. The feeling was amazing, such a rush. It was like surfing in a way that it was so unpredictable, dangerous but so so fun. But it was also addicting. Ones you have done it once you feel that pulling desire to do it again and again and again.

But as soon as my tearful eyes see the look on the boy’s face… I wander if I have taken this joke to far.

Fear splits across his face his eyes widening his lips moving into the shape of an o before a dreadful sound ripped from them. His whole body goes rigid with alert and I try not to drop the mask of fear that plays on my face. His eyes turn to look at me before the words spill out in one huge sentence, "What?! Monster?! Here?! I'm gonna go warn everyone I'm not staying in here.” As soon as the words fall from the safety of his lips he is speeding towards the shore, his arms and legs paddling and flailing around in the water in a mad panic rush. I fight the urge to break down right then and there. "MONSTER! GAHHH! MONSTER! SOMEBODY HELP!"

The sound of his loud voice slowly fades as he races towards the empty shore. Maybe I have taken it too far. Maybe this once I had crossed that fine line. A frown sneaks onto my face as I start to follow the boy- much slower and calmer- through the salty surging mass of dark liquid. My fingers glide through the water, a slither of pleasure runs through my body. The water was part of me, a part of who I was. As it will always be.

Finally my feet scarp the soft sandy shore and I pull my board up to my side, clinging onto it as it slides under my arm, fitting against me perfectly- like a puzzle piece. A grin spreads across my lips as I wander towards the frantic boy on the shore. His face was still curled in fear and I felt the laugh I had been holding in slip onto my lips. My whole body shaking as I turn to face the boy fully, my gaze taking in him and only him. My board in my hand slips slightly in my wet fingers and I let the corner rest in the dry sand.

“Dude, dude, calm down. Calm down- breath.” My voice is laced with amusement as I take a step forward my hand reaching out to touch the alarmed boy in the shoulder. “Hey, mate, It was a joke- there is no monster. There’s nothing. I was mucking around with you.” My hand touches the warm skin of his shoulder and I feel my laughter begin to die away, my eyes wide with amusement. My chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggle to catch my breath.


(ooc: sorry this post is so late is is just with study for exams and the stress and all I haven't had much time to post D: Hope the post is okay <3)

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After doing what I can only presume is the worst panicked swimming of my life I finally make it to dry land. Oh ripred what if it has gone to eat any other fishers and swimmers out there, but what if I'm too late? Oh this is all too hard. I'm familiar with scary sea monsters, those things can easily turn clear water into red water with their sharp teeth and scaly skin that can rip any human apart. The thought of it snapping me in half only makes me cringe. Sea monsters are generally the scariest kind of beasts in my opinion, especially the mutations we see on television, those are the worst, especially if you're in the water with them.

However I need to catch my breath, usually I wouldn't need to stop and breathe after swimming a distance that isn't so long but I wasted so much energy, I wasn't swimming like how I was taught I had been flailing around in fear. It's embarrassing really, the way I 'swam' (or should I say flailed) so the surface, and she probably followed me. But I wasted my energy getting to the surface and now I needed to catch my breath after hitting the sandy surface. It's strange really. I consider the sea my best friend and yet many dangers lurk in her.

I cringe as I remember the kraken from the 61st hunger games. It killed that district six boy who fought valiantly for his life but the water just hadn't been his natural habitat, like the sea beast. Maybe if he had been form district four like me he would've stood a chance but it's a kraken, fighting a sea monster in the sea is generally a retarded idea despite what heroes in books do, which is why I wanted to desperately get out of the water in case a giant tentacle wrapped itself around my neck and dragged me under water or something. What if the monster is another kind of kraken? The thought only makes me want to continue on to district four, to safety where I can warn everyone. They can get their tridents, harpoons, harpoon guns and kill whatever that thing is.

"Dude, dude, calm down.- breath." She says, I don't sense the amusement laced in her voice as I desperately gasp for air to try and make a beeline for district four. She touches me on the shoulder. The touch instantly calms me down, I don't feel panicked and alone anymore, I feel like I have someone with me to help me, the touch on my shoulder instantly calms me down and relaxes me slightly. I don't feel like gasping for air anymore. Now my thought is rational again I notice she lacks the initial fear in her voice only a few moments ago. I cough slightly. "Hey, mate, It was a joke- there is no monster. There's nothing. I was mucking around with you."

And then everything stops.

She was... tricking me? She was actually tricking me?!

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I am filled with anger, frustration and I feel like a complete idiot. I scowl and then that scowl contorts itself into a a frown and then my face turns red as I stop doubling over and look her in the eye, obviously angry at her and her ruse. "That's not funny!" I exclaim, my fists clenched at my sides, maybe I'm being a bit childish and immature about this but still. That was not funny, that was not cool. I didn't even know her! "What if I had done something stupid?! What if I had actually told everyone there was a monster outside and I pulled everyone from their jobs just to deal with something that doesn't exist?!" I yell again.

It's true thought, what if I did do all that. Does she know that I could've gotten whipped so badly from the peacekeepers? I could've been whipped so badly by the peacekeepers for 'playing a prank' and 'wasting production time'. "What if the peacekeepers whipped me for wasting people's time?!" I scream again, showing no hints of sadness or embarrassment, but anger. Although I am turning red that's mostly from all the breath I'm wasting yelling and getting angry. I then give her an almighty shove; as hard as my career strength can muster, with that I turn on my heels and begin to sprint away from the beach, desperate to get away from this girl who has made me look like a cowardly fool. I don't even want to look at her or stay on this damn beach anymore. Stupid beach, stupid fake kraken, stupid pranks. I hate it! I think to myself as I don't even look back at what's going on.

I'm too embarrassed to hang around here anymore.

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The water that still clung to my body slowly began to dry off, leaving little crystals of salt in their spot. Gingerly I run a hand over my arm, wiping away the little beads of salt. Maybe I had taken it too far with this boy, hell he looked like he was gonna bash my skull in. Maybe I should run. Instinctively I grab my board tighter, and prepare my body for a quick escape. I knew that I was fast, and I knew that if I took off in the opposite direction along the sandy shores that I would out-ran this boy easily. The beach has been my home for many years now, and the sand and I no longer competed with each other. To run along the sand, to me, was like to run along grassy paddocks.

My feet sunk slightly into the sand as the boys eyes changed from surprise to pure anger. His face twisted and turned until I was seeing the gentle curve of lips, or the soft gaze of eyes. I was seeing eyes blazing, blazing with a type of anger that I had not seen in years. He didn’t drop his gaze and look away, his cheeks reddening- well his cheeks were reddening, but it wasn’t with embarrassment, that was for sure. His mouth was no longer that comical ‘o’ shape but a twisted scowl and I felt my insides squirm a bit. Mother had always told me that one day- one day- my practical jokes and pranks would get me into shit. I think that day is today.

“Hey, let me-“ I start, frantically dropping my gaze, wanting the boy to understand that I had not meant to harm anyone, just wanted some laughs. But he cuts me off, his voice rising with every word. I wanted to cover my ears, to tell him to shut up. But I didn’t I just left my hands limp at my sides, my face blank, and listened to the words that fell from his twisted mouth. "That's not funny! What if I had done something stupid?! What if I had actually told everyone there was a monster outside and I pulled everyone from their jobs just to deal with something that doesn't exist?!" I was tempted to shrug. I had never really cared about the impact that my jokes had on the public- so why start caring now? But I stood still, not moving a muscle.

The boy’s hands were curled into fists of irons at his sides, and I am sure that he was shaking. Silence fills the space between us for a moment, a silence that could not even be broken by the gentle crashing of distant waves. I don’t drop my eyes from the boys, and I don’t show him any emotion. I wasn’t scared of him- hell I didn’t even think that this rage going on within him was enough to attack me. And I knew for sure that I would beat him. I was a strong girl, one who attended every training session. It was not that I cared about the games, and more to the fact that training could be quite the social activity. Training allowed me to keep fit, whilst talking and bashing up my friends, what more could a girl want?

"What if the peacekeepers whipped me for wasting people's time?!" He screams again. But did it really affect me? No. I have pulled countless amount of pranks in my time, so many of them that I cannot remember. I have pulled little stupid ones that just waste time, I have pulled huge one that even the peacekeepers become victim to. So why, why should I care if this guy got whipped? I didn’t know who he was he wasn’t a friend and he hell as sure was my victim in this prank. And sometimes someone had to take one for the team. His angry voice echoed through my head as I take one step back.

“You know what would happen if you had of gotten whipped?” I start, my voice coated with sarcasm. I wasn’t about to just take this boys shit, it wasn’t in my nature just to let it go, even when every muscle in my body begged for me just to drop the topic and walk away. I couldn’t, it was just who I was. I was a fighter, not someone who backed down. “You would have taken the whipping like a man, taken one for the team. Oh you don’t like the thought of getting your ass whipped? Well then poor baby, toughen up. That’s life. Things happen. Things happen that aren’t your fault and you get punished.” There was no shred of amusement in my voice- or sympathy. That’s what happen when you lived in a district ran by people who send children off to their deaths. You take one for the team. It is no spoken rule, but really, wasn’t it just common sense?


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And once I seem to have encountered one of 'those' people. Those people who do something wrong and try to blame the world around them, try to blame someone else, those people who can't take responsibility for their actions. Ugh I hate those people. And then she has the nerve to try and start justifying her actions to me. How dare she! I hate people like that, if you do something wrong you do something wrong, take responsibility!

"You know what would happen if you had of gotten whipped?"She asks me, I can literally feel the sarcasm dripping in her voice, almost as if it's suffocating me, and she's just asking me a question. However I am not intimidated, I will never let something as small as this intimidate me! I've been trained to handle intimidation and something like this won't make me back down, but nonetheless I let her continue speaking."You would have taken the whipping like a man, taken one for the team. Oh you don't like the thought of getting your ass whipped? Well then poor baby, toughen up. That's life. Things happen. Things happen that aren't your fault and you get punished."Now at this point I'm ready to take a spear or something and shove it in her eye because now I am really starting to get pissed off.

She has the nerve to call me a baby, she has the nerve to tell me to toughen up... I'm resisting the urge to explode and tackle her to the ground and unleash a barrage of punches because despite my build I can actually fight, I can fight really well. But I'm not doing that, I'm not going to attack, I'm not going to explode, and attack her although I have the right mind to, honestly I probably should but she might be able to fight as well. And she is bigger than me and it's very hard to overcome size no matter how tough you are so I just decide to respond to her stupid comment about toughening up.

My fists are clenched at my sides because right now I want to punch that stupid mouth of hers.

"Toughen up? Toughen up! How about instead of blaming the world around us you actually take responsibility for your own damn actions! Don't try to turn this on me, you're the one who started this, who was the one who tried to be funny? You! Who was the one minding my own business? Me! I have every right to be angry not you! I can literally feel how self centered you are! So you know what? Fuck you! Fuck your pranks and fuck your excuses!" After slightly finishing my rant I lift my two middle fingers in her face and start storming away but I only take a few steps before I realize I forgot something. I shout one more thing.

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"Oh and actually grow up! Guessing by your 'prank' I'm guessing you must have a lot of friends!"I shout again, this time it's my turn to be sarcastic. I then take a deep breath after finishing my super aggressive rant, that's probably one of the only times I've sworn at someone so much and so loud and I can just imagine how annoyed my mother would be at hearing me and seeing me like this.

Oh well my mother isn't here so I guess technically I can say what I want. Ugh I just hate people like that, I unclench my fists after making sure I've calmed down a bit and no I will not apologize, I refuse to apologize. She doesn't deserve it.
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