Undertow \\ [Kire]
Jun 9, 2014 23:38:20 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jun 9, 2014 23:38:20 GMT -5
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The wind blew a path through the fallen leaves
And there showed a crack in the old oak tree
I don't know what I expected.
When I imagined what the trip back to the Capitol would be like, I never thought I'd feel so useless. I thought - I don't know, it's stupid really – that my advice would somehow make a difference to the tributes that I would be in charge of, and yet.. I haven't really seen them very much. All day they train, all day I wait, and when the time comes to provide some sort of meaningful advice to these people who are probably going to die, I can't think of much else to say 'cept for no good pointless pep talk speech.
At the end of the day, when everyone's gone to their rooms to pretend like they're sleeping, I peek out my door and shuffle over to the elevator, turning my head every few seconds just to make sure nobody's following. I guess it doesn't matter; I'm not a tribute, so who cares if I go up to the roof? Probably nobody.
There's no guarantee that I'll be alone once I get to the top of the building, but I emerge through the door and find that I'm faced with only the darkness of the Capitol night – which is to say, I guess, that I'm faced with the brightly lit streets of the world below. It's louder than I expected, but not altogether annoying. I like looking at the world from this height.
Before I can have a half second of calm – it feels like a half second, at least – someone else bursts onto the roof.
I can't help it; I jump maybe two inches in the air and start to move away before I realize that I'm being an idiot. In an attempt to hide my fear, I smile and look back down at the streets again, ignoring the stranger before even getting a good look to see who it is.