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Sept 28, 2014 3:51:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 3:51:49 GMT -5
fionnbharr stoddard.
Through the days of being at the training center, I felt a lot less homesick than I had even through the few minutes in the Justice Building, and it wasn't really that hard not to be. Not when I know Jael and Sunny aren't as here for me as they can be in the confines of district eight, and, to be honest, I'm almost happy they aren't; I'm almost happy they aren't happy for me. Maybe that's why I'm more seasick in this room than homesick, because it's just the tides of missing them, that's all. And you know what, I think I'm getting my land legs back soon.
If it's worth anything, I've definitely done enough walking for them, I've been around the room enough times to walk past every station at least seven times, now if only I actually spent anytime learning anything. "That's what gets ya," actually paying attention to the stations, and not just standing there touching stuff. But I don't need to retain all this information, that much I knew all along, even if I did go to every station and learned everything there was to know about everything I still wouldn't be guaranteed the crown.
And that's the problem here, I don't know what I don't know and what I don't need to know; I have absolutely no idea where to begin or where to end in this stations. The only thing guiding me through the room is good faith alone it feels like, because there's no way I'd pick out the blades station myself, there's no way I would've bothered around with archery. The only stations I felt like I actually decided to go to myself out of my own good are the camo and plants stations - camo more for the paint, for my own good will.
Really, the only reason I went to the plants station was for the bushes, to be honest. The plant station meant actual plants, like bushes and if anything I learned from playing hide and seek so many times as a child was that bushes meant somewhere to hid, and right now bushes meant "sleep," I let out between a smile as I reached the station. It's been such a long day, man, I've tried hard enough and Jael always told me that if I tried and still didn't succeed that a nap could solve anything, so maybe a little sleep could solve my seasickness.
In a second after making sure nobody's in the immediate 5-second reaction time area to stop me, I'm on my knees crawling into the biggest bush I can find. It's not poison ivy or anything, that I made sure of at least, it's was some random bush on one of the catalogs I think. Either way, I'm nestled in the core of it facing up, branches cracking through the monotone light above me. It gave me this real bad feeling in my gut, like when you're going back for a second helping even though you really aren't feeling it, but you get it anyways and it's a little intimidating, you feel? When I looked up at the light it left this salt water feeling in my chest, as if I was drowning under nostalgia's pull instead of drowsiness licking at my corneas.
Through the branches, I had a nearly parallel view out of the treehouse's missing roof in our house back home - we being Jael and I - and for a second I feel under a loom of a link, with the light's gaze burning my pupils in place of the district eight sun kissing our cheeks when we'd fall asleep on accident up there. And for a second, I felt convinced that Jael must've missed me too with tears (totally and completely from staring at the light) drying against the corners of my eyelashes.
But as I started to drift off, I felt it too - "seasickness." And I was on my own once again.