riptide.— [six/thad/evan]
Jun 9, 2021 15:57:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2021 15:57:03 GMT -5
Six had a checklist in his head of the things he needed to do to make sure he didn't die. He needed to get a good score. He needed to look confident so people didn't target him thinking he'd be an easy kill. He needed to practice hard on his stations. And he needed to make friends. The friends thing was for a couple reasons, some selfish and some not. The selfish reasons were things like alliances, sharing supplies, and so on. However, he also just wanted to have friends. He was used to constantly being around his siblings and laughing and having a good time. Yes he was quiet, but he missed the chaos and noise of the O'Malley house.
There was never a dull moment there, that was for sure. They were like normal kids. They fought and had arguments and got hurt. Sometimes it got a little overwhelming, honestly - especially since he was in the older half of the kids and had a little more responsibility. But right now? He was still overwhelmed, but he was alone. He hated the feeling of loneliness. It left him with nothing but his own thoughts. He was beginning to worry about dying alone. He had seen many tributes die while being held by someone they loved or were friends with. That's how he wanted to die. He didn't want to pass away in isolation.
He was a bit nervous about approaching the upper district tributes. They just intimated him, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just the stigma of them. Sure career win after career win wasn't really a thing anymore, but the history was still there. Plus he felt, in a way, they existed in another world than him. They existed in a world of luxury. A world of new clothes and shopping and doing all of the fun teenager stuff. He didn't. He existed in a world of rationing food and hand-me-downs and working on the farm from sunrise to sunset. He didn't want to fly too close to the sun.
So right now he wanted to try to be friends with a lower district tribute. Then he saw one, the guy who tried to volunteer but got picked anyway in district ten. Thad Pepperwood. He seemed nice enough. Plus, his table was empty right now except for one other guy. Another volunteer, Evan Macmillan from district twelve. That guy was a little bit more intimidating than Thad, but so far Six didn't have any reason to believe he wasn't a nice guy too. So he made his way over to where they were sitting and grabbed a seat.
Six tried to look confident, like he believed in himself. This was something he had been working on since the moment his name was called that day. For the most part, he was a pretty good actor. But whenever he spoke, it gave it away. When he spoke his voice was soft and quiet. He didn't sound scared, just timid. That was definitely something he wanted to work on before the interviews and the private training stations. Those were important and he didn't want everyone to realise how scared he was there.
"Hey, do you two mind if I join you?"
There was never a dull moment there, that was for sure. They were like normal kids. They fought and had arguments and got hurt. Sometimes it got a little overwhelming, honestly - especially since he was in the older half of the kids and had a little more responsibility. But right now? He was still overwhelmed, but he was alone. He hated the feeling of loneliness. It left him with nothing but his own thoughts. He was beginning to worry about dying alone. He had seen many tributes die while being held by someone they loved or were friends with. That's how he wanted to die. He didn't want to pass away in isolation.
He was a bit nervous about approaching the upper district tributes. They just intimated him, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just the stigma of them. Sure career win after career win wasn't really a thing anymore, but the history was still there. Plus he felt, in a way, they existed in another world than him. They existed in a world of luxury. A world of new clothes and shopping and doing all of the fun teenager stuff. He didn't. He existed in a world of rationing food and hand-me-downs and working on the farm from sunrise to sunset. He didn't want to fly too close to the sun.
So right now he wanted to try to be friends with a lower district tribute. Then he saw one, the guy who tried to volunteer but got picked anyway in district ten. Thad Pepperwood. He seemed nice enough. Plus, his table was empty right now except for one other guy. Another volunteer, Evan Macmillan from district twelve. That guy was a little bit more intimidating than Thad, but so far Six didn't have any reason to believe he wasn't a nice guy too. So he made his way over to where they were sitting and grabbed a seat.
Six tried to look confident, like he believed in himself. This was something he had been working on since the moment his name was called that day. For the most part, he was a pretty good actor. But whenever he spoke, it gave it away. When he spoke his voice was soft and quiet. He didn't sound scared, just timid. That was definitely something he wanted to work on before the interviews and the private training stations. Those were important and he didn't want everyone to realise how scared he was there.
"Hey, do you two mind if I join you?"