the truth always hurts [CHARADE] // blitz.
Jan 6, 2013 2:19:37 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 6, 2013 2:19:37 GMT -5
It was a dull morning, to say the least. Almost all of them were for Mayson Slade. His days began as he slowly pulled himself out of bed, filled a mug with water and headed out the door to go for a long jog throughout the District. Dull. Boring. Slightly abnormal if found in any other district apart from One, Two and Four but since Mayson came from the latter, it was a sight most were used to seeing. Once finished the run, he would dive into the water furthest away from the fishing docks in order to clean off. He'd never admit that it was because he was the furthest away from the island as he could be. He'd never admit that it still haunted his every thought. No. Not even to himself. Mayson Slade, as far as he was concerned, had not attended the wedding to die for.
Ironically, many people died. Many of them were friends of Slade's. And many of them were people that he had to lead to safety. Whether he had wanted it or not, Mayson was made to be a leader for several of the survivors. Most of which were no longer alive. Which is why he blocked all of it out and tried to avoid thinking or speaking of the event. Which became difficult as many people had heard of the tragedy. It was passed off as an accident so as to not worry citizens. Most people were horrified. Especially the family members. Their relatives were now dead and instead, there was Mayson. He had returned whereas their family couldn't. So he generally tried to avoid the ones he had already learned about, so as to not bring back the memories. No matter how hard he tried though, the woman would always play the starring role in his horrid nightmares. Nyx would keep him up at night.
His past would always haunt him, that much he was sure of. But at least he knew all of it. She didn't have that privilege.
[[ooc; it's terrible, I know. I haven't used him since the island and I really need to work with his new personality a bit more. but voila!]]