home is in your heart.— [six/blade]
Jun 13, 2021 23:26:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2021 23:26:28 GMT -5
Everyday Six was trying to sit with different people and meet new tributes. At first, it was scary for the quiet boy. And when he sat in bigger groups he stayed mostly silent, just listening and observing. And there were a few people he was still too scared of to approach. Today he saw the girl from district five was sitting alone. She seemed nice enough. And honestly, he had overheard some guys talking about how beautiful the girl from one was, and he just couldn't see it. But the girl from district five? She was really pretty. She was definitely way out of his league, but pretty.
He went over to her table, deciding to try to get to know her. Originally he decided to get to know people because of what his big brother Lock had said. But now? Now he genuinely enjoyed learning about the other tributes. He was used to his loud home full of chaos, and the silence reminded him just how far from home he was. So having someone to listen to? It made him feel a lot less homesick. He just hoped she wanted someone to talk to as well.
He held his plate with one hand and grabbed the chair across from the other, "Hey, do y'a- you mind if I sit here?"
He was working really hard on not saying ' y'all ' anymore. Coming from the country that was just something he said. But, after he heard someone laughing over it, he decided it would probably be better if he stopped saying it. That was just another thing that he used to not mind that he was slowly beginning to hate about himself. Another example of that is his own name. He was beginning to see how weird it was to have a number for a name. He was beginning to wonder why his parents wouldn't just give him a normal one. And he was starting to see why kids always called them the weird family.
But here? He could reinvent himself. That's what the goal was anyway, right? The Capitol wanted them to give up everything they were so they could turn into what the government wanted. They ripped away their families, childhoods, and lives. They left them bare and naked with nothing - not even their humanity by the end of everything. And it was all so they would be forced to play into their sick fantasies. It was how they turned them from teenagers to monsters. And it worked. It fucking worked. That was the worst part of it all.
He went over to her table, deciding to try to get to know her. Originally he decided to get to know people because of what his big brother Lock had said. But now? Now he genuinely enjoyed learning about the other tributes. He was used to his loud home full of chaos, and the silence reminded him just how far from home he was. So having someone to listen to? It made him feel a lot less homesick. He just hoped she wanted someone to talk to as well.
He held his plate with one hand and grabbed the chair across from the other, "Hey, do y'a- you mind if I sit here?"
He was working really hard on not saying ' y'all ' anymore. Coming from the country that was just something he said. But, after he heard someone laughing over it, he decided it would probably be better if he stopped saying it. That was just another thing that he used to not mind that he was slowly beginning to hate about himself. Another example of that is his own name. He was beginning to see how weird it was to have a number for a name. He was beginning to wonder why his parents wouldn't just give him a normal one. And he was starting to see why kids always called them the weird family.
But here? He could reinvent himself. That's what the goal was anyway, right? The Capitol wanted them to give up everything they were so they could turn into what the government wanted. They ripped away their families, childhoods, and lives. They left them bare and naked with nothing - not even their humanity by the end of everything. And it was all so they would be forced to play into their sick fantasies. It was how they turned them from teenagers to monsters. And it worked. It fucking worked. That was the worst part of it all.