getting lost in our own provisions // gaby [blitz]

[Gryphon]

The girl trapped between dreams and reality, she sees them as the shadows.

The dummies become figures of black, emerging from the darkness she visits for her health when full moons become crescents to try and pull her down with them, make her join them so they all drown together in nothing but darkness for all of eternity.

They become real. They become physical, she can

touch

them.

She can kill them.

Magma pumping from my heart throughout my veins, I yell, shout, and grunt, all with hot breaths as I launch knives at them and strike them square in the face.

Nose. Forehead. Chest. Throat. Eye.

One final yell as I leap forward and hurl my last knife, it impales the last dummy in the other eye I haven't managed to stab out until now.

The dreamer wears a fitted uniform and her dark hair in a ponytail,

so the strands that remind her she's the odd one out in the family don't dance across her vision like she wishes to dance across a field of purity.

Sweat drips down my nose, I think I've done enough for now.

The girl cleans the volcanic debris because she owns the world she lives in, then proceeds to float with her uniform in a glowing sea and hang them for the care of a friendly wind.

The sun burns in the center of its stage once more when I move to the Dining Hall. I grab a tray and find a much bigger selection than the train's of plates, cups, sweets and meats.

The shadows, they like darkness so why don't I change it up a bit instead?

Only, I'm not sure what tastes to drown them in today.

A dark-haired girl stands next to me, gazing intently at her choices.

Diorite Fray, a girl who just cares way too much.

But I wonder if she knows anything about what they have to offer us here.

"...Leticia, is it?" I ask, managing a gentle smile as I turn to her.

Leticia Wheeler, District 7.

"Does anything here in particular please your taste buds and ease your soul?"

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Sleepy Fluttershy

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

Leticia Wheeler

Training again. Damn. I'm getting tired of this. I trow my axe on the floor and head to the dining hall. When I grab a tray and look at the food.

I don't like the Dining Hall. Too many people who will probably be throwing their weapons at me right after we get into the Arena. Too much food which I don't really want to eat because I am used to eating very little or nothing at all.

Suddenly I hear a voice right above my ear:
"...Leticia, is it?"

Someone in here actually remembers my name... I shouldn't flatter myself though. It is probably one of my district partners. I look at the person who spoke to me and see a district one girl. Damn. Why would a career talk to me? I give her a wary look and wonder why she would even bother to notice me.

"Does anything here in particular please your taste buds and ease your soul?"

Should I lie or just be honest? Why am I even asking myself this question? Being around people and pretending to be nice all the time is spoiling me. Of course I will say what I think. I just have to find a way to say it as nicely as I can. Not "My taste buds are none of anyone's damn business".

I try to make my voice less sarcastic and cold than it usually is and reply irrelevently:

"Nope, my lower-middle district soul wasn't born for this kind of food."

All of a sudden, I feel that I am back to normal. And so is my gloomy sense of humor. It is great to have my old self back. The Games don't matter. The people here are not any different from those in seven. Why don't I give it a try and stay myself? This angry and sarcastic me is one of the few things I have got left. And I don't want to let anyone take it from me.

"Can't hold it back anymore..."