Ruin My Life [Nylon/Arthur]
Sept 30, 2021 23:07:35 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Sept 30, 2021 23:07:35 GMT -5
a r t h u r .
"You set fire to my world, couldn't handle the heat
Now I'm sleeping alone and I'm starting to freeze
Baby, come bring me hell
Let it rain over me"
What a waste of time.
Coiling the rope over and over to tie into knots, the best use that Arthur could find for it was to likely build a noose for himself. He figured it’d come somewhere between day one and whenever he got himself hunted down by one of the other kids in the games. He’d rather not go out like a little bitch, and it felt more poetic to have gone and hanged himself instead. Losing was the new winning, especially when it meant a quick end instead of a lifetime of emotional scars.
Arthur stayed in his feelings for the next couple of minutes, half-hearted attempting to make knots that have tied his wrists together. Not that he would get close enough to tie any of these kids up. He planned on keeping as far a distance from everyone as possibly until the gamemakers forced some sort of calamity on him. Oh what happened to Arthur? Well they decided to open up a ravine and just bury him.
“Stupid fucking piece of garbage bullshit.” Arthur had learned back in three that the more expletives he tossed into a sentence, the less seriously he had to take his failures. His brother Stanley had been the king of twenty-six word curses. It was a shame the capitol couldn’t recognize the poet laureate that had been Stanley Rollei, but then, Arthur figured the work of most great men wasn’t recognized until well after their deaths.
As he sat back across the blue polyurethane mat, Arthur dug his camera out of his pocket. He’d taken enough photos to fill up a roll – he was old school, eschewing the quality of digital for something he could do on his own – only to discover if he asked the avoxes in his apartment, he could get a new canister of film any time of day.
He turned to focus on the tributes warming up. Arthur could tell a lot about each of them already from what he’d snuck, from the lines in their foreheads down to the whites of their eyes.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” He crouched forward, clicking the shutter, “Come on, take a step into the light.”
He stretched out on his stomach as he focused on the girl from one.
“Give us a smile, huh?”