empty faces {pearl/finn} blitz
Sept 26, 2014 23:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Python on Sept 26, 2014 23:47:42 GMT -5
P E A R L M I L L I S O N It was a routine. Wake up in a cocoon of silken sheets surrounded by nature simulations that sang like lullabies. Turn them off, have a shower, attend breakfast in the dining hall. Treat herself to nutrients and the occasional pastry. Listen to her mother’s rants about how she needed to gather allies, impress her audience, and visit some of the other training stations since she was rusty on a few skills. Somehow she always ended up at the knife station instead. They were her specialty, these nimble strips of pointed steel. Scars littered her hands from their misuse when she was a child in her rookie stages, and although she had forgiven her mother for every accident that bled her to tears she was not proud of her progress. She could hurl knives at targets and hit the mark every time. She could kill with surgical precision – but kill what? Plastic mannequins, cardboard targets? It meant nothing if they didn’t bleed, didn’t breathe, didn’t live. Killing humans would be different. They had thoughts, feelings, emotions. They were like Pearl, they had families and dreams. Fears. She felt nothing when she tossed her knife into a dummy’s eye, but things would be different in the arena. Normally, she was by herself at this station. She didn’t know if the other tributes bothered to watch her, or what they would feel if they did. Intimidated, maybe? Her abilities were admirable, but she knew she didn’t look intimidating. She was dainty like a rabbit, with doe eyes and a permanent pout. It was not the face of a killer. She turned to collect more knives from the rack and noticed a boy standing behind it. She instantly froze; she was not used to company. template by chelsey |