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Can't take the speed it's moving in
Nov. 11th, 2012 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
accidentalrebellion[Back and forth. Back and forth. Her restless feet walk the corridors over and over again, pacing with anxious energy as the rest of her follows behind in a dazed, sleep-deprived fog.
Maybe more than anything, the traveling days are the worst.
The stops are unbearable, true. Crowds full of families with now-murdered children. Pageantry, superficial speeches, cheering crowds that mask a hint of something much darker. Hints, flickers of that spark to which President Snow referred, the one she knows that, for the sake of everyone she's ever cared about, she must contain. (Convince.) Then, though, at least her feet are standing on solid ground, and there are motions to go through. Motions that, reprehensible as they are, manage to keep her anchored to her last shreds of sanity.
But on these days, there's nothing else. Nothing to distract her from her thoughts as Panem whizzes by at over two hundred miles per hour. Nothing to stop her acute awareness of the physical markers of her constant anxiety, lost weight and darkening circles under her eyes, as her only outlet is to wear tread into the carpet. Nothing but the darkness.
The fact of the matter is, they're all trapped on this train.
And she's never been one to deal well with feeling trapped.]
Maybe more than anything, the traveling days are the worst.
The stops are unbearable, true. Crowds full of families with now-murdered children. Pageantry, superficial speeches, cheering crowds that mask a hint of something much darker. Hints, flickers of that spark to which President Snow referred, the one she knows that, for the sake of everyone she's ever cared about, she must contain. (Convince.) Then, though, at least her feet are standing on solid ground, and there are motions to go through. Motions that, reprehensible as they are, manage to keep her anchored to her last shreds of sanity.
But on these days, there's nothing else. Nothing to distract her from her thoughts as Panem whizzes by at over two hundred miles per hour. Nothing to stop her acute awareness of the physical markers of her constant anxiety, lost weight and darkening circles under her eyes, as her only outlet is to wear tread into the carpet. Nothing but the darkness.
The fact of the matter is, they're all trapped on this train.
And she's never been one to deal well with feeling trapped.]
