third birdsong

[fly_little_bird]

[Friends (If you've even had ONE friendly conversation with the girl this applies to you.)]

Um... I'm sorry I haven't really been around lately. I don't know if any of you know Peeta or heard him tell people what's happening but I didn't want you to worry.

[She takes a breath] In my world there's something called The Hunger Games. Every year two kids, a boy and a girl, are picked from each District to go to an arena and fight. [She pauses] There's only one winner... another girl from the Games I was in got here, Clove. She's what we call a Career. They train for years for the Games and volunteer to go.

I don't want her to know I'm here... at least, not yet. I've been staying with friends. I miss all of you, though. How have you been?

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[Though she's not about to announce her presence she still misses talking to people. She hesitates a moment before picking up a pencil and writing a question]

What's your favorite flower?

((ooc: Open over the journal. She will be writing forever unless stated otherwise. BLAME CLOVE! /shakey fist. :P.))

Comments

[nomoretalkofdarkness]

Yes! He's my closest friend, actually.

[fly_little_bird]

can he talk?

[nomoretalkofdarkness]

Of course he can talk!

[fly_little_bird]

I've never heard of a worm that could talk.

[nomoretalkofdarkness]

I wish you could meet him. He's really friendly and nice.

[fly_little_bird]

I wish I could meet him, too. He sounds neat.