Rue (
rutagraveolens) wrote2014-01-13 05:17 pm
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Melody 2 : Action
[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.))
[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.))
[Action, Bakery]
But then it's in his mouth, and it does in fact taste like chocolate and mint, and he's stuffing a little more into his mouth before he even thinks about it.]
Wow, this is really good!
[It's also rude to talk with his mouth full, but details.]
[Action, Bakery]
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I'm glad this didn't taste like grasshoppers after all.
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[Two more cupcakes get! She hands one over to Emil It's hard being in a bad mood with cupcakes and in front of new company.]
[Action, Bakery]
[Emil takes his carefully, though he doesn't bite into it just yet.]
So what other flavors do you like besides this one? I really like the coconut ones when they have those, but I haven't seen any of them for a little while.
[Action, Bakery]
[Nor is Rue sure she knows what a coconut is. It sounds silly.]
[Action, Bakery]
[It doesn't quite occur to him that she might not in fact know that that is.]
[Action, Bakery]
I've never had it, but that sounds really good. Do they have it in the stores?
[Action, Bakery]
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[That sounds... terribly sad, in a way. What about all of the delicious desserts?]
[Action, Bakery]
[Her voice grows a little quiet as she thinks about her home. If there were bakeries, they would be for the Capitol members living in the district. Most of their food was rationed out to them or from whatever she could scrounge up.]
[Action, Bakery]
Oh... well, now you can try whatever you want from the bakery here, since it doesn't matter whether you were rich or not in your world when there's no money here.