Melody 2 : Action

[rutagraveolens]

[Morning]

[Ever since the fireworks the previous day, Rue was on edge. The fireworks were too much like cannon fire, each boom a notification of another tribute gone. That the fireworks were to announce the departure of people didn't help any.

Nor she get any sleep the previous night. Rue dreamed of whippings and executions, a reaping she couldn't escape from, a game she couldn't win. She saw the boy from District 1 - Marvel - raise the spear, throw-- and woke up tangled in blankets on the floor.

Silence surrounded her as she had breakfast in House 34. She left Melody sleeping in her room and made sure her knife was on her before she slipped out for the day.

She did her usual rounds - library to return some books, bakery to pick up a snack, convenience store for a drink - before wandering the south path parallel to the river. She'd never traveled down the road before and was curious where it went. Eventually Rue found herself by the Art Gallery. After some hesitation, she entered the building. It was nice and quiet, peaceful inside. She roamed the gallery, taking her time looking over the different pieces of artwork there.

When she came across Peeta's paintings and found herself staring at her own face, her face crumbled. She reached up to touch the paintings, drawing back she realized she shouldn't do that. The wings were the right color; the yellow of her own feathered wings, the blue of the dress she wore on stage in the Capitol. Her breath quickened and caught as Rue burst into ugly sobs.]

[Afternoon - behind Slash 'n Crash]

[After calming down, Rue went to Slash 'n Crash for target practice. Bow in hand and a quiver of arrows on her back, Rue methodically shot arrow after arrow into the targets. Her aim wasn't the best, but she was still hitting the target each time. She remembered Katniss' lessons as she drew, notched, and shot each arrow.

When she shot the last arrow in her quiver, Rue went to the targets, pulled out every arrow, put them back into her quiver, walked to her starting place, and began shooting again.]

((ooc; Now with links! The first painting is the one of her looking over a puddle and her reflection, the second is her holding a bouquet of flowers.))

Comments

[rutagraveolens]

Um, once or twice a week usually, to pick up and drop off books. How about you?

[And now it's her turn to drop off her books. Rue picks up the backpack and sets them on the counter, taking out book after book. Plant books, a few picture books, and one or two books on poetry.]

[withoutdoubt]

[He can't help but take a peek at the books she's returning, and is a little surprised by the poetry books. The other sets are predictable enough, but... huh. That's neat.

He then looks back at Rue.] About the same, actually. I'm surprised we haven't run into each other more often already.

[rutagraveolens]

I am too. Maybe we're coming at different times or days. I usually come by Sunday morning.

[withoutdoubt]

That would probably explain it. It's not a Sunday thing for me... Though if that's when you usually come in, I could probably start doing the same. That way we could pick out books together and recommend some to one another.

[rutagraveolens]

What day do you come in? I can always come in on that day too.

[With her books checked in, Rue steps aside so Jude can drop off his books.]

[withoutdoubt]

[And he'll do that! They're mostly just medical books, or things about modern technology like television and the like.]

Saturdays, but it's fine. It wouldn't be so different if I changed that to Sundays.