The Laws of the Dead [D12 Train blitz] Mitchell/Hyacinth
Oct 2, 2016 17:53:04 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Oct 2, 2016 17:53:04 GMT -5
They don't tell him a single thing. The only person who shed tears in the Justice Building had been Carter, as he spoke of the times they all had spent playing games like the children that they used to be. None of them were children anymore. No more games of tag or hide and seek to take the days away. The games that Mitchell would be playing was the game of life or death. Survivability was very unlikely in the games. That didn't matter though. Mitchell had been playing the game of survivability since the day he was born into starvation district of twelve. A game of will you eat or not, it was the game most of the poor kids faced everyday and yet he was lucky enough to win by being born a Laws.
As his eyes scanned the one and only Mortuus that was just as unlucky as himself to get their name pulled, all he could do was think of her sister. Celia Mortuus, the vicious tribute of the Seventy Second. The way she used bones of the fallen as armor made his stomach flip and so many questions forming in his mind. Talking wasn't his strong point, but he was going to try anyways, even if it meant getting himself killed. Death was going to come anyways, as Mitchell Laws was made to die. He speaks calmly trying not to provoke Hyacinth Mortuus. "So... Here we are." A pause until an actual thought pops into his head. "You're not gonna use my bones as armor, are you?" Awkward silence for himself as he had never been too good starting up conversation with anyone, especially not girls that could murder him with a swing of a blunt. Mitchell Laws would either die right now to Hyacinth Mortuus or later on to some other person who just wanted to survive. Mitchell Laws was made to die, but it didn't mean he had to die right away.