open &&and the nightmares that come

[vivianlane]

the world is quiet here...

standing in the meadow, her arms at her sides and her heart pounding, vivian's eyes were closed, and she could easily see the arena, the trees that surrounded, and blood. she could see the cornicupia, vivid and clear. she could see who she killed, as if they were right beside her. opening her eyes, she felt a wave of relief sweep over her as she saw it hadn't been the arena, but the meadow. the meadow, how she had been there a million times, along with the forest. she was happy she was here.

the games were coming up, and vivian wasn't looking forward to that. she didn't want some kid to die for no reason, but she wanted for district twelve to win again. she was the first, but she sure as heck wasn't gonna be the last, or so help her she'd come back from the grave and make sure someone won. the wind blew her long brown hair forward, and she thought about her stylist. she kept in touch with him, since he let her rant. he would have taken her hair and tied it back if she just let it be blown around.

smiling at the memory, she simply let her hair blow around, but quickly stopped smiling, when a memory flashed into her brain.

perched. watching the two tributes make camp, unaware of her. they had finally drifted into slumber, and thought that the small clearing they found was safe. a smirk played on her face. this was going to be easy. climbing down, vivian dropped down silently, treading softly on the grass, a knife in her backpocket. reaching for it, she held the handle firmly, and held it out in front of her, in case one of them or another tribute snuck up on her. this wasn't the place to be killed. vivian wasn't going to die.

walking up to the boy tribute from district one, she stood over him, knelt down, and put the blade to his neck, and in one swift movement, his throat was slit, and blood trickled down his throat. vivian smirked a cruel, cold hearted smirk. one down one to go, she thought. and treaded over the dead tribute to his sleeping companion. this one, she thought, this one will be easy to kill. this is for trying to kill me at the cornicupia you stupid district one tribute.

standing over her now, she knelt on the girl's chest, and watched her wake up shocked that she couldn't breathe. in one swift moment, her neck was slit, the tributes eyes left wide open in shock. standing up, vivian walked over to a patch of grass, wiped the blade clean, and looked over at the two dead tributes. walking over to their things, she took their food, and weapons, leaving nothing important behind.

two down, five to go.

shuddering, she looked back out at the vast wilderness that lay ahead of her. vivian rejoiced at not having to watch her back as if someone was going to kill her here. no one would kill at the meadow. not many even came to the meadow. this was her safe haven, until she'd have to leave.

[ryegreenwood]

Rye moved silently towards the fence that split the woods from the meadow, a dead wild turkey in one hand while the other slipped his homemade spear into the shadows behind a tree nearby.

He knew it was a little too early to be out and about. Especially when he had the mines to go to in a couple of hours, but he had to make sure his parents knew there could be meat on the table that night. He didn't usually sell what he caught in the woods; he'd rather just keep it to himself and his family and lower the risk of getting whipped or killed for his offense.

The sun wasn't up yet, but without a doubt it probably would be soon. And then he'd have to go to work, come home, probably talk with Rosie about politics, play with Jacob and help him with his schoolwork…then help Sara get ready for bed while his parents tried to find a job for his father.

Then the whole thing would start over the next day, it would perpetually repeat until he got married or he (or one of his siblings) was chosen for the Hunger Games. Rosebud had entered her name thirteen times in total with the eight extra entries for tesserae. He needed to talk her out of insisting on taking the brunt of the bad odds…

His mind had gotten ahold of him for too long for when he snapped back into reality he was standing in the meadow. About twelve feet away there was the figure of a girl maybe his age. Rye studied the girl for half a moment before recalling her as the victor from last year's Games, district twelve's very first.

"Oh, hello…uh," he paused awkwardly, eyes turning on the dead turkey in his hand, "I found a dead turkey on the other side of the fence. Thought I'd, you know, pick it up before something else ate it. My family needs the meat."

Motor mouth! Shut up! he scolded himself.

[vivianlane]

the world is quiet here...

looking over at the boy, she rolled her eyes, "please you hunted that thing, i can see the kill mark. dont worry, i still hunt too. who doesnt hunt these days?" vivian jerked her head towards the direction of the hob, "you selling that or keeping it?" right now the only thing that kept her from wanting to fight him was the fact that anyone could be near. she still had the hunger games on her mind. it wasn't her fault that the dead turkey brought it too mind, how you had to steal to survive sometimes.

to take her mind off the dead turkey, she sized the boy up. "vivian lane, what's your name? your from the seam, aren't you? coal miner? by your built it says so, but i could be wrong." vivian tried to not be wrong, why? well, being wrong was fatal, and horrible, and it was the reason why tributes lost the hunger games. this was why she didn't like to be wrong. if this boy was entered in the hunger games, she'd make sure he used his strength against others. if he was a fighter, even better.

looking around, she made sure no peace makers were around, not only for her safety but for the other person's too. but if a peacemaker even tried to come and follow her, they were good as dead. that's just how it was. you threatened vivian, your bound to get a knife to your throat. heck she still carried a knife in her back pocket, in case something ever happened. thing was, when you were a victor, you still didn't know who to trust, and the capitol just about pissed everyone off. especially victors.