(silence) in the valley of the giants ☾ junie/sofia
Jun 22, 2024 18:02:32 GMT -5
Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jun 22, 2024 18:02:32 GMT -5
unarmed
Junie St. James.
Junie cannot hear the voices in her head over the sound of her own screaming.
They have butchered her; stripped her back, laid her bare. She has had her hair pulled, woven into braids, tight against her head. Colourful ribbons weave in and out. Worse, they have painted her face with makeup. She has never worn any before, but they have made her eyelids heavy with blue glitter and gold eyeliner, and her lips bleed pink sparkles onto her teeth. She bares them at the stylists, trying to wriggle away, but they tied her down long ago so that they could work their magic without interference from the tiny, tyrannical child.
Last, comes the outfit. It is so small Junie squints her eyes to see it; just a slip of brightly coloured elastane and some silky, floaty strips affixed to it. It cannot be enough to cover her. They stretch it taught over her skin, so that she is imprisoned inside. Junie is right - her arms and legs and chest are bare, pallid, milky skin vulnerable and open to the elements. Finally, they paint these, too, with pink and glitter, so that Junie is unrecognisable to herself, a caricature of a wild, party-fuelled teenager that she will never grow up to meet. They untie her, let her collapse into tears in front of the mirror.
When they bring her the VIP lanyard, she spits at it. They make a mockery of her. She threatens to bite the stylists when they come close; only Mackenzie can coax her into letting him place it around her neck.
"Do I have to?" she asks him, although she knows the answer.
As the podium rises, Junie does not know what to expect, and so she does not notice when it veers off course. She hears the dull, persistent thud of the music before she sees anything, but when she does, she realises she is not standing before the glittering Cornucopia, like in the Bloodbaths she has seen on the television.
Junie blinks. The music grows louder until she cannot hear her own thoughts. She wonders if she will ever hear from the faeries again, or if she will die here in the noise, with their ever-present voices drowned out by The Headliners. Although they have hurt her feelings in the past, it feels lonely to be anywhere without them.
Please come back, she whispers, the sound of it immediately swallowed by the bass. Don't leave me here alone.
It becomes quickly apparent to Junie that she is in fact not alone.
They are here. The tributes. Not all of them - no, she can make out only a handful of faces - but certainly she has not lucked upon an empty space. It begins.
The tributes are running, and so Junie, too, is running.
She runs right into one of the other tributes.
"Oh!" Junie exclaims, looking up at the girl from Twelve, Sofia Markus. Her plan had been to get away, to hide, and yet within seconds she is looking someone in the eye. She swallows, takes a hesitant step backwards.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asks, earnestly.
Somewhere beneath the rumble of the music she almost thinks she can hear the sound of the faeries, giggling.. . .
Junie attacks Sofia (unarmed)
cDOSJW7nLJunarmed
[black eye - 3.0]
(Junie picks up: knife)