Talk ASL to me! [Flyss]

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Trapping for food. Trapping for safety. Trapping for tributes. All I have to remember is that everyone in the arena will be an enemy of mine own. Every single person out here is going to be after me. Treat everyone the same as if they are going to kill you. Only trust those you can keep in front of you. I only hope that I can make it back to Thunder because ripred only knows what he's doing to himself. I wish I could hug him one more time. I wish I could kiss his curly hair just once more before I have to die. Once more, I just want to go home and pretend none of this just happened. My fingers move intricately around the thin wire and the makeshift wooden pole. The more delicate and steady that my fingers need to be, with quietness looming around me, I feel the pull of emotions running high. That makes me mess up. It's because that party has me on edge from meeting that guy who thought I was hitting on that girl. Already, he doesn't like me and feels me a threat... "That's bad." I say outloud in a muttering tone. "Too bad." I mouth and slip the faint, translucent wire through the loop and tie it off tightly and go to make an identicle one. Only when I reach for the second peice to my engenius trap, do I notice the boy from twelve coming. I nod my head quickly in his direction, adn motion for him to join.

[flyss]

YOU TAUGHT ME THE COURAGE OF THE STARS BEFORE YOU LEFT

I hate the way that loose pants fall victim to my hips, a struggle for traction waging far too strongly upon the bone, as if my existence was but a whisper and the cloth that consumed my legs was but a laugh; none-the-less, though, I still managed to grab and clothe myself with the sweatpant-like article this morning, each stringed loop along my waist digging deeper into my skin, mind figuring that the closer I inched to my death, the less my appearance became a factor to my comfort. 

It never really was, to be honest, but the capitol and its glamour surely does things to you, despite. 

When I see him wave over to me- that younger boy from 9 (Taurus, was his name?) wave over to me- I make a curt motion back, head nodding in a way that was almost deceitful, and my eyes lacking a trust but possessing it at the same time. He must have wanted me to come over, and even if he hadn't, I did anyways, my feet doing an automatic and carrying me over to the station he had been working at in the moments previously. From what I could see, calloused fingers were busy at sculpting a trap, and when I joined the boy, eyes dully bright with curiosity, I couldn't help but let my fingers begin to move despite the fact that language was a barrier for my side of the interaction. 

Sweet. What exactly is that? 

HOW LIGHT CARRIES ON ENDLESSLY
EVEN AFTER DEATH

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I wave this guy over. He's taller than me and older, too. A lot more thinner than I am, but he's got a lot more passion burning from within I can see that. The anger that expelled from him in the dining room the other day let me see him in a light that was full of regret. I think... maybe not regret, but something else was going on. Something I didn't get to understand or talk to him about. I wish I had of. Right now, it seems like it's a good time to just chill with him and find out what he's about. Maybe, he'll be good for me. Maybe, I can learn to trust him? If only his eyes didn't display displeasure... His gestures says otherwise. "I don't understand?" I say and look at him without any form of an apologetic tone. I speak with just a mere question and keep working on the trap but look at up him. "Show me what you are saying? Maybe I can... learn? Are you good at teaching? I'll show you how to make a trap?" I raise my eyebrows with a hopeful stare.