"It wont be me....it wasent before...because.....because......". Andrew mutters as he paces the wooden flooring of the room he is it goes like this every year he will spend hours pacing and running his hand through his short blonde/ white hair his mind disturbed and frantic. Always thinking and thinking trying to find a way to convince himself.....or to calm his mind that it wouldn't be him and he, As he so dearly prises in his mind he would do as he had narrowly done in the last years and scraped through and avoided being that sacrificial ....piece of meat offered up to the capitol....and for what....even if someone makes it out....the horrors are still there haunting you forever...
Looking up at the ceiling he stops pacing as he hears the sound of shifting and slight creaking from the floor above, That would be his mother she always got up arround this time but this was honestly leaving it quite late there was only a hour until....well he dare not think this day always made his nerves worse. His mother has always been worse she is older than some of the others that is sometimes seen as strange she used to be verry strong and fit but since his father was killed 3 years ago she has become accustomed to laying in late and when she does get up she is always sick and pale and like a skeletal ghost as she wanders about. Evreything he had tried had failed so badly and it feels like shes just stuck her but anyway enough of all this.
Walking over he settles himself down on the couch sitting there with a deep shakey breath his hands are shaking slightly but apart from that he seems to be hiding his nerves pretty well. He is quite tall for his age with blonde/ silver white hair that he has a habbit of ruffeling and running his hand through. Not liking getting dressed up he still isent and is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a untucked white t shirt his hair messy and a spot of dirt
( CherrySummer )
Looking up at the ceiling he stops pacing as he hears the sound of shifting and slight creaking from the floor above, That would be his mother she always got up arround this time but this was honestly leaving it quite late there was only a hour until....well he dare not think this day always made his nerves worse. His mother has always been worse she is older than some of the others that is sometimes seen as strange she used to be verry strong and fit but since his father was killed 3 years ago she has become accustomed to laying in late and when she does get up she is always sick and pale and like a skeletal ghost as she wanders about. Evreything he had tried had failed so badly and it feels like shes just stuck her but anyway enough of all this.
Walking over he settles himself down on the couch sitting there with a deep shakey breath his hands are shaking slightly but apart from that he seems to be hiding his nerves pretty well. He is quite tall for his age with blonde/ silver white hair that he has a habbit of ruffeling and running his hand through. Not liking getting dressed up he still isent and is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a untucked white t shirt his hair messy and a spot of dirt
( CherrySummer )