by gloaming » Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:25 am
Casey waderedtghe town, watching as it began to fill with people. He joined the throbbing crowd, brushing past nervous families without blinking. He didn't have a family to worry for him so he felt no sympathy. At least not on the outside. On the inside all there was was pain, anger, sadness. He blinked twice and looked around. He was at the back of the crowd now, he must've stopped walking, lost in his thoughts. He shook his head, dark hair falling across his face, and started walking again. He watched as a small 12 year old wearing a little red bowtie started crying, holding onto his mother. At least let him not be the tribute, keep him innocent, keep him safe. Casey shook his head, walking on. There was no innocence here, you never had a childhood. The Capitol wouldn't allow it. Childhood is happiness, inspiration, imagination. All the things that the Capitol claims "start the spark of destruction." So they are snuffed out, taken away through poverty, hunger, work, slaughter. He sneered picking uo his pace as he walked towards the section reserved for possible male tributes. This year would be different, he would prove the Capitol wrongm with their games or without.
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“
When you are born,” the golem said
softly, “your courage is new and clean.
You are brave enough for anything:
crawling off of staircases, saying your
first words without fearing that someone
will think you are foolish, putting strange
things in your mouth. But as you get
older, your courage attracts gunk, and
crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and
knowing how bad things can get and
what pain feels like. By the time you’re
half-grown, your courage barely moves
at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So
every once in awhile, you have to scrub
it up and get the works going, or else
you’ll never be brave again.
”
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