The Bloodbath
Jun 2, 2012 11:16:33 GMT -5
Post by rook on Jun 2, 2012 11:16:33 GMT -5
p a n d o r a + w o o d a r d s
This is a call to arms
Gather soldiers
Time to go to war
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[/font]Endgame. The only word that makes sense. The only word buzzing through my head as I sit in the waiting room. Waiting for death. The room is miraculously clean, but so dark. There are few lights in here, which I prefer. I just want to close my eyes and sleep. Sleep and not wake up. I've been left on my own, my escort and I were never close, so I didn't get more than a brief "Bye" before I was left to my sentence. Now just Capitol officials, looking at their watches and waiting for the time to come where I'm put in that tube and propelled up to the Arena.
I sit miserably on the bench, my head in my hands. How are the other tributes feeling? Prepared, pumped and excited? Or as glum and depressed as I? I'm hoping the latter is the case. I think about the Arena, about the terrain. Last year was desert, so my fears of dehydration are quelled. Year before was snow, so it's going to neither be scorching or freezing. Good. Maybe a simple woodland, I'd like that. Mountains are also likely to come up, as a rocky terrain hasn't been forced since the Volcanic wastelands of the 57th Games. What's my fate to be?
Simple lives we lead. Simple and boring. To get away, to change would be ideal
I stood in the market of District Eight, telling Hope the words I lived by. How I always wanted to be something more. Something incredible. She had thought me funny, told me to get off my butt and work for it. She was right, so right. I wish I had worked. Been the example that Rubik had set. Vigilant and hardworking. I was never going to be him, just his shadow.
The Games had always been an option in my head. I almost volunteered once or twice when I was mid-teens. Boredom. Fame-seeking. Who knows? Maybe I wasn't right in the head, because I realize now that this is not fame, nor fortune. The Games are vicious and cruel.
The girls I was with. Countless girls. I used them, and in a way they used me. I was attractive, charming and easy. I was a pushover. Anything for a good time. My regrets are that I never felt anything. Never loved or was loved. It's sad that I will die having never loved a girl. Never held someone special and cared for them. I'm heartless.
A coward. A loser.
Them too. I'm all of it. I'll die as all of these things. No dignity and no honor. I laugh, but don't smile. A Capitol official glances confused at me, so I show him my middle finger. He huffs and walks off, at least I grin at this.
"Time's up!" Says a Peacekeeper, rather rudely. I smile as I realize he's from my District and was in the Justice Building with me. He sees me and sighs, I wave at him but his face is just as bland. I get to my feet and he directs me in the direction of my tube. He makes sure my Tribute Uniform is all in order. This year is a simple white shirt with navy shorts. I’m guessing hot by this, desert again? Or mountains? I grunt as I’m given a sailor’s hat and realize it’s sea-based.
I step into the tube. No one is there to say goodbye, the District Eight Peacekeeper merely gives me a blank nod, I mock-salute back as the tube slowly rises. In this short space of time where I'm in darkness, I think about home. Hope's face, my dead mother's face, my father's face and lastly my own face, the face of Rubik. His hair is curlier than mine and his features younger. I wipe all the arguments between us from my mind and have a pure memory of the good times. I smile.
"Goodbye Rubik..."
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Endgame. The light is ridiculously bright, I cover my eyes as I rise to the surface. Too white. I can't see my surroundings. Then, a shape, dark and solid. The Cornucopia, littered with goods and weapons. The tributes are all there, looking around stunned or focused. I can name all twenty three. All in the same uniform and all now targets. I need to focus. These people will all be killed, spare one. I need to think that I'm going to be doing some killing too. Starting now.
We're on a stretch of sand, the sea is some distance away from this almost-island. Behind me is a forest, a jungle if you will. I spot something out to sea, but can't make it out. A sandcastle, as tall as a real castle stands tall and visible. I already know I'm heading for the jungle if I make it out of here. My breath quickens as I realize I'm a target. It's time, so it seems. My time. The Games are about to begin.
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Time is short, I need a plan of action. I glance around, trying to make sense of the items in front of me. Bags and boxes. More importantly weapons. Axes and swords, knives and bows. I want a sword. Desperately. I was good with a sword in training, clearly to the Gamemakers, who gave me a Nine. It's all I have to go on. Water seems to be aplenty in the Arena, but I need a bag that will contain some kind of Iodine or purifier if I want to stay alive. There will be game in the forest, I have squat knowledge of plants so I'll be relying on meat for a while.
I look at the tributes around me. I see Jae, who will be one of the big threats. I can take him out. I could run to him before he gets a weapon and strangle him. Then again I could easily be stabbed from behind then.
Just get what you need, then get out.
Yes, just the necessities. Kill anyone who's in your way.
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I see Klaus, the tribute who also got a Nine in training. Together we rank second best score. He must be dangerous, I make a note to target him at some point. Then there's Cyrus, who I don't have beef with, but he's an older tribute. Stark's a clear threat with her Ten. I see Elon and avoid thinking about him. I like Elon, which is annoying... I'd kill him if he attacked me, but he's too nice of a guy to hunt down. Maybe if it came to the final five.
Then I see Destiny. Does she have allies? How do I know she will be okay? Maybe I'm hoping she'll be killed here, so then I don't have to think about her or how to deal with her. She's the closest thing to an ally I have in the Games. I gulp as the clock silently falls and falls. Rubik would have a plan. He would know how to survive. He'd be smart and make some kind of hidden den in the Jungle. Me? I have no plan, just get a weapon and kill. The Games have never been settled in the Cornucopia alone, but it usually halves us down to Twelve in the first twenty-four hours.
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My life has never been anything important, nor worthwhile. I have so many regrets... So many apologies I owe, most of all to Rubik. What I would give to say sorry to him. For holding him back and pushing him to support the family. Support us alone. I'm his twin for Ripred's sake, we are supposed to be one and the same. Everything he went through to support the family, I should have been right there next to him. I look at the token he made me, the dualism necklace. Equal and opposite tears. I don't deserve his kindness. He's watching now, watching me hold the token in my hands. He knows I'm thinking of him. Does he know I'm sorry?
I look to the sky.
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I can't see the cameras, but I know he's watching.
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The world is watching.
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Waiting.
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And this is my time.
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My moment....
Endgame...
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narrative
thoughts
personal speech
speech of others
singing
notes: Let the games begin.
theme: “This is war” - 30 Seconds to Mars.