where the lines overlap {aya clover chime}
Oct 20, 2013 2:25:03 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 20, 2013 2:25:03 GMT -5
SAFFRON LOWE
“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”
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Friend is a term I'm on uncommon grounds with. The plural is even more of a stranger to my lips, hardly ever needing to be uttered. But in this Game I need real allies, not empty space or the comforting confinements of abandoned homes. (Who I really need is my sister but she's not here and it's my job to get back home to her, not the other way around.)
So I play a game of hide-and-seek, watching kids from the corner of my eye. They dart about, some experts with weapons and some fumbling with nervous hands around everything they touch. At the sight of a Career kid mauling a head off of a dummy my hands clench in shock, bursting the berries that sat between my fingers. Red liquid pours down my palm, tracing the marks in my hands - I'd be painting the insides of my limbs with more than just berry juice if I were stupid enough to ally with any one of them. Knowingly dying in my sleep at the hands of a trained killer seems like cheating, and cheaters never win. At least not in this game.
As I wipe my arms clean against my uniform, the need to 'borrow' itches underneath my skin and a small bottle of red paint slips into my pockets. I simply cannot afford to loose my undetectable fingers at the hands of a Career (or worse). Perhaps I need to borrow the friendship - or at least respect - from one of the girls here. Borrowing, I can do. The ones who get out of this godforsaken place alive form alliances strong enough to take out the rest but easy enough to slip out of to lead them onto victory.
With a light finger I tap the girl next to me. Blue-eyes and blonde hair, she's not harmless; yet I don't want to be too wary of her. I point across at the dark-haired girl I'm more intimidated by and another at the other end of us with her pencil and paper, and smile. "They're quite good, aren't they?" I announce, my intentions lingering underneath my words in the hopes she'll grasp onto them sooner rather than later. Tracing a finger from one girl to the other, I continue. "Look - she's got dedication, and she's got brawns."
I smile at the girl from Twelve - her District number clicking into my memory - and introduce myself. "I'm Saffron. I've never really had any friends but I think they'd be good ones here. Don't you think?"