mercury's metal — areto & avriel
Jun 17, 2021 22:32:35 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Jun 17, 2021 22:32:35 GMT -5
A R E T O
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Swimming back and forth in the training centre's pool becomes monotonous very quickly. Areto still tries to spend as much time as she can there, even though the chlorine burns her nose and the fluorescents make her eyes water when she floats on her back. But she doesn't mind, at least most of the time she doesn't, because sometimes she can just shut everything out and pretend she's drifting somewhere off the shore in Four. She'll sink down to the bottom of the pool and just be.
And then one of the kids will cannonball into the deep end and the illusion will lose some of its shine.
That's what happens now - she's trying to find some semblance of peace, but the career boys are splashing around like warthogs in a watering hole. She rolls her eyes and pulls herself out of the pool before one of them accidentally drowns the other.
Not that that'd be the worst thing.
She wraps a towel around her shoulders and pushes the stairwell door open. She'd liked watching the sunsets on the island, and the way the other tributes posture and preen themselves has been giving her a headache. Fresh air will be good, and she takes the stairs two at a time to get to the roof.
The heavy door clicks and Areto's already taken a handful of steps before she notices that there's already someone there. The boy from either Eight or Nine, she thinks. One of the lower districts she can't exactly remember. She's still getting used to the politics and the Districts and the heavy memorization test Basso had already tried to hit her with.
"Oh." She says quietly, but her voice seems louder in the dusk, "I didn't think anyone would be up here."
And then one of the kids will cannonball into the deep end and the illusion will lose some of its shine.
That's what happens now - she's trying to find some semblance of peace, but the career boys are splashing around like warthogs in a watering hole. She rolls her eyes and pulls herself out of the pool before one of them accidentally drowns the other.
Not that that'd be the worst thing.
She wraps a towel around her shoulders and pushes the stairwell door open. She'd liked watching the sunsets on the island, and the way the other tributes posture and preen themselves has been giving her a headache. Fresh air will be good, and she takes the stairs two at a time to get to the roof.
The heavy door clicks and Areto's already taken a handful of steps before she notices that there's already someone there. The boy from either Eight or Nine, she thinks. One of the lower districts she can't exactly remember. She's still getting used to the politics and the Districts and the heavy memorization test Basso had already tried to hit her with.
"Oh." She says quietly, but her voice seems louder in the dusk, "I didn't think anyone would be up here."