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Post by Benjamin "Ben" Thomson on Sept 11, 2010 20:14:02 GMT -5
"Hmph."
Ben watched the flickering screen as the Tributes for this year's Games were being interviewed about abilities and other things. As it would seem, the first meeting had just occurred.
Generally, Ben kept up with these things when he had time to leave his home to wherever a TV screen could be found. He didn't have one in his household; and most commoners didn't, but he very much wished he did.
He approached closer to the monitor as the District 4 Tributes answered questions, talked about things... Ben enjoyed the preGame interviews. He smiled slightly under the hood of his jacket as the rain began to come down, and most folks left the square. As usual, however, Ben remained.
He loved the rain.
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Post by Benjamin "Ben" Thomson on Sept 11, 2010 20:45:10 GMT -5
The rain poured harder, but it seemed to be benign. There was no sign of thunder or any other storm, just simple light grey clouds and pouring rain. Save for a few bystanders with umbrellas, the square was no almost completely empty.
Ben approached the screen to a closer degree now, as the surrounding people-traffic had all but vanished. He watched closely as someone from his own district spoke, but she was no tribute. She was... a trainer? Interesting. Ben thought to himself.
He gave a half-toothy smile to himself as she talked, chuckling just loud enough to be audible from a few feet away. "She's beautiful."
Though, in time, the program cut off. It was over now, Ben assumed. He turned from the square, and the rain blew into his face. He laughed a bit, and lowered his hood to obtain the full effect of the pounding rain. He bellowed into the sky and began to walk, as some of the people in the square watched him curiously.
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Post by Benjamin "Ben" Thomson on Sept 11, 2010 21:10:21 GMT -5
The rain had let up a decent drizzle as Ben approached the beach. The waves lapped up calmly at the shore, regardless of the rain, and Ben took his shoes off to stand in the tide. He looked out towards the sky, and brought himself into deep thought.
He needed to be in the Games. His father worked all the time, he had no mother, and he only swam in his free time. Sometimes he fished, but it was still rare. To put simply, Ben was bored out of his mind... and he wanted to be noticed. By the Capitol. By the other districts. By those who had previously won the Hunger Games. He frowned a bit, looking up to the clouds.
He would have to find a way to get to the Capitol before the Games started. Maybe he could take the place of a District 4 tribute, but he doubted it. Nonetheless, he wanted to be close. He wanted someone official to talk to.
But how to get to the Capitol would be another endeavor in and of itself. District 3 was close to where Ben and his father had recently moved, so he thought maybe he could get a ride on a train.
"That's it..." Ben said quietly aloud, talking to no one but himself and the waves that caressed his feet. He knew what he was going to do. District 3 was industrial. Things they made, they sent via train to the Capitol. And these trains were usually only monitored by a conductor, rarely any passengers...
Ben smiled, and put back on his shoes. He began to walk east, deciding it would be best not to tell his Father. Ben's heart ached at the thought of his father's fear, but nevertheless, it was something Ben had to do.... and something his father would never approve of.
He continued to walk, to get to the border of District 3 along the shoreline. He knew he was close now; the stars began to show beautifully in the sky. He smiled again to himself, enjoying the nature of a poor and decrepit continent.
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Post by Benjamin "Ben" Thomson on Sept 11, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -5
The rain stopped a good time ago. The clouds had cleared, and now the stars shone brilliantly in the sky, giving Ben all the light he needed to pass unseen through the boundary.
To his benefit, it looked as though a train was already being loaded with cargo. Unfortunately, the people loading it looked very official. He would have to wait for the opportune moment to pounce and hitch a ride. He smiled with contentment to himself and slipped across the shore onto the grass.
There were, in fact, two knives in his sweatshirt's pocket. Both were just long enough; roughly the size of kitchen knives but the width of smaller blades. He retrieved one for good measure, and unsheathed it. He put the sheath back into his pocket, and continued around the train. The two men were drifting away, as they were almost done, but Ben was prepared to strike one or both of them down had they seen him.
As the men left the area, the train doors begin to shut. Ben made the jump quickly; he leaped across the grass and jumped swiftly into the cargo hold of the train, rolling as he hit the metal floor. The doors shut quietly behind him.
Soon, he lofted into sleep... and awaited arrival in the Capitol.
(END THREAD)
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