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burnwithus) wrote2010-12-05 07:59 pm
burnwithus) wrote2010-12-05 07:59 pm
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(sawyer) a modern day warrior, mean mean stride
Back home, all of the Victors had ways to deal with the things they saw, both in the arena and outside of it. Haymitch drank, Peeta baked, the Morphlings lost themselves and I...
I tie knots.
What I used to do was hunt, but without any arrows and no way to make more until I learn how, the prospect's pointless. So instead, I wear my fingers down on a length of rope, my hands automatically fashioning the knots that Finnick taught me and a few of my own devising. Most are just beautiful to look at, but many are functional as well, until I finally tie one that would be familiar to anyone : a noose.
The familiar strains of 'The Hanging Tree' begin to float through my memory. It's appropriate, because I'm sitting on a tree branch - and once I'm sure there's no one around I sing a few lines to myself.
My voice is scratchy at first, but I know the song well - and my father had one that could silence every mockingjay within ear's distance.
I hear a rustle of movement - it's slight, but it's definitely there. "If you tell anyone you heard that I'll have to kill you."
I tie knots.
What I used to do was hunt, but without any arrows and no way to make more until I learn how, the prospect's pointless. So instead, I wear my fingers down on a length of rope, my hands automatically fashioning the knots that Finnick taught me and a few of my own devising. Most are just beautiful to look at, but many are functional as well, until I finally tie one that would be familiar to anyone : a noose.
The familiar strains of 'The Hanging Tree' begin to float through my memory. It's appropriate, because I'm sitting on a tree branch - and once I'm sure there's no one around I sing a few lines to myself.
❝Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
if we met up tonight beneath the hanging tree.❞
My voice is scratchy at first, but I know the song well - and my father had one that could silence every mockingjay within ear's distance.
I hear a rustle of movement - it's slight, but it's definitely there. "If you tell anyone you heard that I'll have to kill you."
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"No," I shake my head. "No, I started wantin' to do the right thing years before that, but wantin' and bein' strong enough to, those are two different things."