Oh, Revenge & Its Thrills >> ID/LPG [day 2]
Nov 6, 2013 1:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2013 1:15:18 GMT -5
[/i]; I’ve skewered dummies, I’ve skewered people, I’ve left them on the floor of the training center with a defeated look on their face, on the streets bloodied and destroyed, or even bleeding into the cracks of my house’s very own floors – and yet all I’m doing right now is renewing the tradition. [/i]
I’m bored.
For the past eight or so years, I’ve been throwing punches left and right, forward and backward, upward and downward through every dimension of time and space; I’ve been grabbing swords out of toyboxes and arrows out of desk drawers, always remembering to pull them along to my next playdate
How stupid. I don’t want to die this way, doing what I’ve done my entire life. I want something different for a change, and it seems like nobody wants to give that opportunity to me. Hello, people. My freaking birthday was yesterday and all you could get me was some morbid circus entertainment featuring a psycho clown who cuts people’s tongues off?[/i] Lame. I’ve seen enough torture inside the walls of my capacious house that it’s gotten old enough by now. All this fighting is much too main stream. If everyone’s beating the crap out of everybody else, what’s the fun in it? There’s no possible way to enjoy punching someone in the face if it’s only “what I’m supposed to do.” [/i]
God, I’m so done with this. Prepared to put out the fire on my brass knuckles and leave these idiots to fight for their selves, I turn around and roll my eyes. However, this little change in direction gives the district twelve boy exactly what he needs, and he manages to land an attack on my back. I almost laugh at how unaffected I am by the attack with my layers and layers of armor. Suckers didn’ t stay around long enough at the bloodbath, did they?[/i]
Anyways, I turn around and flash the boy a teasing look. My alliance is defending me – what a joy! They’re all just dogs, really – my dogs, of course, and Iago is the only one who doesn’t seem to stay on his leash all too well.[/i] But the others: it’s good that they know who’s in charge here. The idea that my brother, Aaron, might actually be watching me right now brings a grin upon my face. Look at me, Aaron. [/i]You see how afraid they are of me? You see how these tables have turned? And yet, there’s also that pit in my stomach that knows that he still has control over me. All this attacking and fighting, making Shadow eat his own tongue – it’s all for Aaron, isn’t it? I can still feel his hand on my shoulder, I can still hear his steady voice whispering through the gigantic trees, and his eyes – his sadistic eyes are everywhere, but so predominantly in Iago. I hope my brother finds the answer to immortality so that we never have to cross paths again.[/i]
Rolex, on the other hand, is probably sitting in front of his television wondering who this monster is: this monster with dark eyes and dark hair and a face that looks so strangely like his girlfriend’s. Even after death we’ll be put on two opposite ends of the world – him upward and me quite far downward – so it’s okay. What he thinks of me is irrelevant at this point. Besides, he never really loved me, did he? He only ever loved the idea of loving me; and at the time, that was enough. However, ideas don’t make me happy anymore. Actually, I don’t know what does.[/i]
Fighting most definitely doesn’t amuse me quite as much as it used to, but Iago is properly defending me like every gentleman should, so I should really return the favor, right?[/i] Nah. My goodness, what sort of laziness has gotten into me? If I were angrier right now, life would be a great deal easier, so I give my mind over to the mental fury that it seeks and start a list of things that annoy the hell out of me:
- Opal Shore – what an idiot mentor.
- Girl Scouts – “on my honor, I will try”…to kill you, thank you very much.
- Oh, and Girl Scout cookies? $5 a box? More like $5 a puke.
- Roses – If you really want to let someone know you love them, don’t buy them something that has a freaking lifespan of two days. That’s pretty morbid.
- People who don’t close the door completely – excuse me, please finish the job you started.
- Tridents – I don’t even see why gamemakers have ever tried offering that as a weapon in the games. It’s literally just a mega fork. For what, a picnic?
- Lists that never end, because I honestly don’t want to read all of that shit; so for my own sake, I’m stopping this one here.
For a moment, I create a very vivid fiction in my head and pretend that this girl in front of me with the stupid virtue name is actually Opal Shore selling me Girl Scout cookies with complementary roses while holding a trident and oh whoops, she forgot to close the door on her way into the arena: okay, now I have a good enough reason to get angry! [/i]Also, my fist is kind of on fire right now and it’s kind of awesome so I kind of want to use it. With my irritations recalled and a fiction to destroy, I pull myself out of the boredom that envelopes me and YEAH, I JUST CLOSED MY EYES AND SWUNG.
AND I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL.
[the wrecking ball attacks Hope with her fists]
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And the wrecking ball did its damage.[/size][/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote][/color][rand=79957511136308317234811536036432389185563428327445176514550112188]