riffraff, cave rat // [Noah vs. Cave Rats, Day 2]
Feb 9, 2013 14:52:09 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Feb 9, 2013 14:52:09 GMT -5
[rand=4444119895342737428043411509133875262230455875396739282012856565416]I wake to the hissing of the ocean swallowing me whole. The sound bubbles in my ears, popping in quick succession, clouds my senses until I am dragged under fully. There is a silence then, a total void of sound that shakes my core. Cold needles strike through my skin and pry open my lips, allowing the water to spill into me and consume me like a fire from the inside. I am tugged into the depths, my eyes flashing open to see the milky eyes of her. I feel the rot setting in my bones, my movement slack as she stares through me; as her hands draw me closer; as her silent lips whisper promises of peace. It would be so easy to give in.
In an instant, the water is set afire. The salty expanse roils and I am left boiling in it, Penelope's fell shriek sounding in my deaf ears. I thrash violently, hearing the hiss of a telltale demise once more before my eyes are opened to the new morning in full. The sky is a dull grey, bleak and tired from the downfall of the day before. I'd practically been washed out, swimming in snakes until I could find a high enough bank in the pit to sleep on. Even then, sleep wasn't easy to come by, not when the rain came down in sheets and the snakes were furiously writhing. A night had never been longer.
My heart thumps in my chest wildly as I regain what oxygen I have lost. I can feel the burning of the water in my lungs still, searing me deep. The pulsing fire in my veins slows little by little until I can move again. I try to turn slowly, noting the angry hissing of the snakes that have wrapped around me as if a cocoon. They're woven tight and I can hardly move without upsetting them. I pull them apart as if a web, making room for me to shift and, eventually, sit up. They slither away as if I've parted the seas and I smile for that. Maybe being the Snake King is paying off.
I am unsteady on my feet when I stand, seasickness lingering in my throat and churning my stomach with quick movements. I don't have anything in my stomach to expell anyway. There's no food around me either, nor water. Already I long for the comfort of the Capitol, no matter how sterile and controling it was. I long for tables of food to choose from. I long for a warm, albiet burnt, bed. I long for the conversations, spoken and unspoken. A sigh slips past my lips and I don't have the time to catch it, nor control the trembling of my hands. What I wouldn't give for a little vial right now... but I am here. I am amid a sea of snakes, waiting to pull me down in revolution. They hiss and snap, catching at my clothing for just a moment before falling back into the fray of wriggling bodies.
My pack is light when I hoist it back onto my back, tightening the straps so it stays snug against me. I keep my eyes low, toeing through the snakes carefully so as not to disturb them too much. When I finally see grass below my feet, I look up. The Arena is much larger than it seems, a vast open plain of grass and brush, dotted with buildings in the far distance. Death lingers in their every halls, I know. What choice do I have but to enter, to venture out to somewhere unknown? My eyes fix on the two within my distant line of sight, swiveling between them. I close my eyes slowly, take a deep breath, and spin. I come to a halt quickly and open my eyes, frowning at the view of the cliff before me. I repeat the process, twirling myself and stopping to open my eyes to a great structure in the distance. I set off at a light jog.
The closer I get, the more my heart pounds with adrenaline. This building is unlike anything I've ever seen. Tall pillars and layer upon layer of gold form the edifice, towering above me as I come to its steps. We Ripleys have never seen such riches. I've grown up in the dirt of a grave, ripping buttons from suits and picking watches from pockets and snatching coins from behind a pillow. My riches were measured in how many metal teeth I could crank out in a night. I lived in secondhand suits and worn shoes. Never once had I seen such wealth accumulated in one place. This monolithic monster of riches has me entranced by the sheer wonder of its majesty. Along with the amazement comes a sickness in my stomach. So much money has been dumped into this Arena, into the Games, into the Capitol, while we starve and beg and grovel for enough to get by. My face twists into a scowl for a moment before I begin the ascension.
Inside, there is a darkness so deep that I can hardly breathe. It is suffocating. The musty smell of old life lingers in the halls and it gets stronger the deeper I go in. I turn and twist through the lifeless passages, hand passing across the dull wall. This is no treasure trove, but a tomb. My feet shuffle across the floor slowly, taking me further from what little light was left. Then, there is total darkness. My hands serve as guidance in the maze of halls, slipping from the corners. I turn slowly, eyes catching on a glow of light in the distance. My hand drops to my knife, fingers curling around it in a moment and drawing it from my belt. The light lifts suddenly and a slight flapping is echoing in the distance from which it hovers before it disappears. I blinkin the darkness then, tripping over my own feet as I struggle to chase after the light.
With a thud, I collide with a wall. My head smarts as I fall to the floor, knife clattering from my hands. A squeak songs nearby and then the light is back, trailing across the floor and coming closer. I roll backwards behind a wall- I hope there is a wall here- and peek out to the side. There are a few lights now, spinning and whirling together. I blink quickly, trying to clear my head of the delirium that has set in. The lights merge for a moment before scattering and disappearing from sight once more. My hands pat across the ground to find my knife and I rush off again, trying to maintain my balance and follow the glowing lights. My feet carry me past hall after hall. I halt quickly as a glimmering sparkle catches my eye. My breath catches in my throat and I nearly drop my knife again. Instead, I fall against the wall beside me, leaning on it for support as I inch my way towards the light. This is the beauty that was promised by the Capitol. This is the royalty that was told by the glittering building. This is wealth unlike all else.
I slip into the room slowly, my footing unsure against the floor of loose coins and beaded jewlery. Every surface gleams, every inch shines. Torches line the far off walls and set the room on fire with the golden haze. Chalices are overflowing with rich divinity. Statues hold spilling palms of jewelery out for the taking. Piles of pure gold flow through the room. I find myself stumbling over a mound of coins, sending it gushing at my feet as I try to find purchase on the mountains beside me. It is with a streak of dark grey across across my vision that I remember the reason I am here. I lower myself to the floor, crawling forward carefully to see what exactly has led me here.
There, in the middle of a small clearing, are four rats. They're squeaking away at each other, tails flicking with their every movement. However, they are not regular rats. A set of leathery black wings protrudes from each of their backs, twitching a little in excitement as they run in a dizzying pattern of play. I move back behind the pile I'm hiding against, breathing deeply as I try to figure out my best option. If I run, they would surely hear me. If I try to stay hidden, they would surely come across me. My only option, then, is to fight. The knife in my hand feels heavy, especially as I round the corner. I take but a second to prepare myself before I reveal myself completely and strike.
[Noah attacks Cave Rat #1 with a knife, yo.]
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[Aw miss. -- 0.0]