[what's written]//in braille// {WT}
Feb 21, 2012 22:00:36 GMT -5
Post by Rosetta on Feb 21, 2012 22:00:36 GMT -5
[/center]Lethe Turner
One would think that after spending a considerable amount of time in the Capitol over the past two years, Lethe Turner would feel comfortable there. Like a second home, right? But, no, if anything, Lethe felt more anxious. These bed sheets, so stiff from bleach, weren't her's. They lacked the freshness and lilac scent that only can be produced by a mother's hands washing in a tin tub. The clothes were flashy and colorful, not suited for things like chasing after young children and riding horses. The food was rich, a single serving enough to fill the belly for the rest of the day, unlike the filling, but still-leaves-room-for-more servings back home. And then there were the people. The people were the worst. They didn't quite speak Lethe's language, a soft one that spoke politely of light things: her family, Camalia, Eden, but rather of loud, glittery things: clothes, make-up. And themselves.
Themselves. Themselves. Themselves. That's all they ever seemed to talk about, their favorite words being "I", "my," and "me." Lethe knew she was in for it the second a Capitolite approached her. She was about to hear all about their lives. And she resented it. She resented every inch of this place.
And most of all, she resented how lonely she was. While the other Victors managed to find comfort and friendship in each other, she was alone. This wasn't anything new to Lethe. Years spent as an outcast in school, the girl who couldn't tell you your own name even if you've been lab partners since your first year of schooling, had taught Lethe the cruel lesson of loneliness. It had taught her how to crush down that disappointment and longing for interaction, push it hard down into her throat, a lump there. She was learned in the art of the churning stomach, the hot cheeks and the watery eyes. She knew how it felt. She knew that no matter how tightly she pulled herself into a ball, she couldn't disappear. No, instead she was forced to endure the stares, the whispers, the laughs, the sighs of pity. But, at least, there she had her family and the horses. A family to hug her and promise her that it would be alright, that they were there. Never that tomorrow would be better, of course. They knew well that tomorrow would only unlock new horrors for Lethe. And the fact that they didn't mention that was enough.
And then there were the horses. Each one faster than the last, larger than the last, more gorgeous than the last. Each one different. Each one unique. But, all equally loved by her. Just the feeling of riding bare-backed on a horse, the wind in her hair, making her eyes water, filling her lungs, the world becoming a huge blur around her was enough to turn a bad day into a good one, just enough to push that loneliness out of her body and leave it behind.
Here, Lethe could not do that. Here, she was alone. No family and no horses. While Lethe's talent to the Capitol, a talent that each Victor was required to have, was horseback riding, that outlet was taken away from her here unless she was to present it. Here, it was considered uncivilized and they just couldn't have an uncivilized Victor.
Had she already shamed herself enough by having an illegitimate child?
The very child was crying her eyes out as Lethe rocked her in her dark room. The rocking chair creaked as she rocked, although Lethe had lost the weight she'd carried after having Eden. Due to the little food and sleep she'd acquired in the months after Eden's birth, the weight had dropped swiftly, until she found herself back in the thin, bony body she'd originally had, though with a bit more excessive skin. Her mother had been horrified at her daughter's weight loss, but Lethe wouldn't choke down any of the food her mother thrust at her. In the months after Eden's birth, something seemed to prevent her from getting up in the morning and eating. From caressing Eden's cheek. From even dressing the child.
That horrible cloud had followed her back until she got to the Capitol, where it evaporated when she found herself in Eric's eyes again...
Eric! One could say Lethe was not truly alone. Look at her, with a child, a lizard and Eric. And yet, she still knew she was alone.
"Go back to sleep, Eden," she whispered to the child as Camalia, perched on Lethe's wrist, licked Eden's tiny hand (the only place Lethe would let Camalia lick) soothingly. "I'll tell you a story." Lethe had been doing this for days. Telling Eden stories she could recall from her mother's lips. Stories that she told herself and then Camalia in that awful Arena. It was her way of clinging to her family, to her mother's words. She liked to think it kept sane, but she wasn't entirely sure that the girl who feared mirrors and spoke to a lizard was sane. Nevertheless, Lethe spoke softly in a soft, light voice of fairies, of princes, of princesses, or heroes and so much more. Her voice trembled when the heroes did, turned grave when the king fell ill and grew strong and powerful when the dragon was felled by a swordfs fatal blow. And slowly, Eden's eyes closed, lulled by her mother's words.
It was true, Lethe had Eden and Camalia, but she longed for an actual conversation, not a one way story in some dark room. She had to be careful about going to Eric. If someone found out where she was going, she could pull Eric into something he didn't want to be in. The press didn't know who Eden's father was, although there was much speculation. Lethe kept quiet on that fact. And so, going to see him as out of the question right now. No, she had to be careful about seeing him, strategic.
Heaving a great sigh, Lethe got up from the rocking chair, still holding the sleeping infant tightly. Even if she couldn't see Eric, she had to get out of this suffocating, dark room. But, she couldn't go out in public and endure those stares, whispers, questions and "me" talk. For a moment, Lethe froze, eyes darting about the dark room as if it knew the answer. Almost instantly, the slowly turning mobile above Eden's cradle caught her eye. Amid little suns and moons, critters dangled there and among them, horses. Slowly and carefully, Lethe approached it and with the hand not holding Eden's delicate head, reached up and fingered the little, soft horse. It was brown with a little bit of white on its forehead, that reminded Lethe heavily of her old horse, Susie. The thought of the swift, loyal horse sent an ache deep down into Lethe's side. After the oil refineries had gone up, the horses hadn't lasted long. Susie had been one of the last to go, her body succumbing to sickness that medicine no longer existed for as the doctors and the Capitol refused to acknowledge to presence of livestock in District Five. Of course, when she returned as Victor, she was able to purchase all the horses she wanted, but none of them were like Susie.
But, Lethe knew her eyes falling upon the mobile served a different purpose than to draw up painful memories. And that was to spark an idea in her mind. The Opening Ceremony horses. She knew that they were kept in stables attached to the Training Center. She'd even glimpsed a large indoor track, designed to mimic an outdoor one near the stables that time she had spent her day wandering about the Training Center. That's where she wanted to go. She didn't care if it was considered uncivilized.
She was already a shameful girl. A mother with an illegitimate child. A monster who feared mirrors. A Victor who should be with the other mentors, keeping an eye on the tributes of District Five. Or tribute, that is. But, no, Lethe was a coward. Unable to bear watching the second tribute of District Five, the remaining one, Inkling, be killed, she'd withdrawn. It wasn't that she didn't care for Ink or Blythe. In fact, she'd give everything to see them safely home, but now, realistically, she just had to hope Ink could pull through. However, that hope still didn't have her eyes on the television. She couldn't handle seeing more blood flow, more cries of pain, horror. More life lost. She just couldn't. Coward.
The coward, feeling shame heavy in her cheeks, hearing the death cries in her ears, obviously occurring at this very moment in the Games, what she should be paying attention to, marched from the room. Carefully, she placed Eden, still sleeping, in her carrier and picked it up. She was going to ride those horses. She didn't care who tried to stop her. She wanted to ride the horses.
With a determination that brought red heat to her face, the intentions of it being dishonorable, Lethe moved out into the hallway and towards the elevator. In her carrier, Eden looked content as ever, dressed in a green onesie with a matching headband over her fuzz of blonde locks. As she walked, Lethe smiled, trying to force that shame away. Eden would like this. She would know about her mother's secret love for horses. Hopefully, she'd develop the same love. From her usual spot on Lethe's shoulder, Camalia licked her neck.
She punched the button for the elevator and waited for it to slide down towards her. Expecting to be the only Victor not taking money from sponsors or glued to the television, Lethe was surprised to find herself face-to-face with Aranica Petros. Lethe was friendly with Ara, like she was with the other Victors, but didn't know her too well. Just like with the other Victors...To mask her surprise, Lethe threw her a quick smile, "Hi, Ara!"
Lethe pressed the ground floor button and they zoomed downward. On contrary to the effect the elevator usually had on Eden, the child woke up and began to fuss. "It's okay, baby," Lethe cooed in a soft, soothing voice, "we're going to go see the horsies." Glancing up at Ara, Lethe explained, "I'm going to go and try and see if I can get into the stables where they keep the horses. You know, for the Opening Ceremony." And then Lethe added the words she hadnft anticipated. "You're welcome to come too."
The words had popped out before she could stop them. Loneliness had overcome her restraint and now here she was, inviting a girl she barely knew to join her in sneaking into an area that they probably didn't want a lot of people around, when they both should be paying attention to the tributes of their Districts. The heat in her face was hot as ever now and she hoped Ara would just take this as her being shy as she struggled to form a smile. She hoped Ara didn't think she was weird. She hoped Ara didn't find her a disgrace to all the Victors, having a baby and all and sneaking down to the stables at times like these. And above all, she hoped and prayed, from the bottom of her heart, that if Ara accepted she wouldn't mind a cowardly monster with an illegitimate child and a lizard that licked.[/color][/blockquote][/size]