right to remain {s i l e n t} //tom\\blitz

[pup]

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His eyes linger around the room as he first entered it, noticing how everyone was already pairing up, into groups with those they new little to nothing about probably just so that they had a better chance of surviving, but not him. Drake hadn't even let hope flutter into him when his name was called back a few days ago up upon the justice building. It all felt unreal now. He would never see his mother or siblings ever again. Wincing slightly as the noise from the elevator closing behind him rattled to his ears, he began his movement around the room.

Trying not to get noticed by anyone, he slunk around the corner of the room until he found himself at the empty trapping station. He didn't want to learn the names and personalities of the people who were about to kill him. This is what he was used to from all his years forcing little twigs to stick together to create works of art in the confines of his home after the day was done at the wheat farm. Not listening to the trainer, he began twiddling around with one of the ropes he had picked up, it was thin and easily sculpted.

Soon enough it was a little bird with two wings sticking gently out of it. He wished it could fly away and escape this place, just like how he wished he could do the same.

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[Tom]

Silence. It had been his friend for years now. Silence was the only thing that comforted him in times of chaos. As a little boy, the screaming of death and starvation echoed through his tiny ears every day that he lived. Silence was comforting when silence was rarely alive in his home. The creature was being stomped out by his brothers and every time he watched them do it, it got easier and easier to fill the silence with noise. Now silence was his friend once again. Quiet and peace within a space of chaos and people who would possibly murder him was the only way that was keeping his blood pressure and anger away for the days. Silence would soon be the only thing that he would hear within the arena. Most places too vast and wide for noises of everyone to be contained and heard by everyone else.

Drake Harvest was a boy who knew of the silent way. Mitchell could see it in the way that he works. Hands fiddling with a rope, turning the inanimate object into something more than a piece of rope. A bird forms and all Mitchell can do is stare at it in silence and curiosity. As he approaches the boy from Eleven, all he can do is be mesmerized by the little bird in his hand. Mitchell's curious voice finds it's escape from his body, "H-How did you do that with only a simple rope?" The curiosity was eating away at him, just like a bird eating the seeds upon the ground. Mitchell Laws was silent as he waited for Drake. Silence was his friend. Drake Harvest was a boy with interestingly different talents.

[pup]

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The small bird rested on the ground in front of him as his steady hands moved to take another rope from a little table housing all sorts that were meant to kill in all sorts of ways. Today, though, they wouldn't be used to kill. Instead, they would be the exact opposite. They would be the new life that art creates.

Before he could grasp one metallic looking wire he had seen out of the corner of his vision, a voice spoke up from behind the boy from district eleven, and he froze just like a rabbit curled up in a corner. His hope was to not draw attention to himself. To stay away from everyone who would be trying to kill him in just a few short, meaningless days.

He slowed his breathing, trying to relax. Drake had always been shy around new people, especially new people who he would be competing against.

"It's easy." He said in his soft voice, "You just need to find the write pattern." In his mind, he secretly hoped that what he said didn't sound stupid.

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