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trainingwings2012-04-26 11:12 pm
channeled) wrote in trainingwings2012-04-26 11:12 pm
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[ Waking up in a forest is the last thing he expected. Really, waking up at all was astounding, let alone with the sounds of nature around and with fresh, cool air filling his lungs.
He's slow to sit up, waiting for the pain to come. His sole companion for...he wasn't sure how long...it only made sense it would return soon. But there's nothing. Long, skilled fingers find his face and skim over unblemished flesh. His bare chest, when he looks down, is unharmed as well. Not what he remembers.
The lack of fire in his nerves lets him finally feel something he hasn't felt in awhile. Hunger. Thirst. It's enough that, eventually, he allows himself to stand and make his way to the nearby stream. The water is cool and welcoming against his skin, even if the spring air is a bit chilled, and he drinks his fill and splashes his face before settling back on the bank.
It's only then he catches sight of his reflection...really catches... and he sees the sleek black wings. They flex under his attention, and there's the briefest flash of gold as the tips of the pinions come into view...and then disappear. Well.
He gives the briefest of laughs, his soft voice carrying to the open journal, unknown to him. ]
Not my first choice... but it will do, I suppose.
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Character Name: Cinna
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He's slow to sit up, waiting for the pain to come. His sole companion for...he wasn't sure how long...it only made sense it would return soon. But there's nothing. Long, skilled fingers find his face and skim over unblemished flesh. His bare chest, when he looks down, is unharmed as well. Not what he remembers.
The lack of fire in his nerves lets him finally feel something he hasn't felt in awhile. Hunger. Thirst. It's enough that, eventually, he allows himself to stand and make his way to the nearby stream. The water is cool and welcoming against his skin, even if the spring air is a bit chilled, and he drinks his fill and splashes his face before settling back on the bank.
It's only then he catches sight of his reflection...really catches... and he sees the sleek black wings. They flex under his attention, and there's the briefest flash of gold as the tips of the pinions come into view...and then disappear. Well.
He gives the briefest of laughs, his soft voice carrying to the open journal, unknown to him. ]
Not my first choice... but it will do, I suppose.
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Cinna
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games
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[ He'd considered going with her, but he felt that his presence might be as much a weight as it was a reassurance. He'd let her stay as long as the latter seemed to outweigh the former...but when she'd suggested the shops, he'd urged her to go on without him while he skimmed over the rather curious book he'd been given. ]
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[ That cancels his smile quickly enough, though his tone is still controlled. ] I think I might have been a bit peckish.
[ True enough, as far as understatements go, and safe if Katniss looks back over his unfiltered communications. Safe, too, if he's wrong and this really is still a trick of the Capitol. ]