And the walls kept tumbling {down} - Dylan
Mar 19, 2014 16:53:30 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Mar 19, 2014 16:53:30 GMT -5
Tyren Orca | |
District 2 | |
Eighteen | |
{| Archer Boy |} |
It's been around two months since the pregames, maybe more, and still the repercussions are creeping behind me like shadows. Today I went to the river to hang out but it turned out there were others there and Matthew, Kyanite and I just sat and chilled ourselves out and forgot about everything else. Tomorrow, I'll be going back to the Peacekeeper Academy with Matthew and my brother Alex. We'd all continue our studies and tests and be put under the constant watch of the Commanders and Captains.
For now, I'm back at home and sitting in my room. It's all been painted a new colour of dark blue instead of the previous red and black. Probably because they, my parents, know that Alex and I will be out of this room before long. Eighteen years old. So much has changed within the past few months, so many people have came in and out of our lives. And it all spun round at the party our family hosted. Huge, extravagant as always. Formal wear, suits and boots.
Our family has grown much stronger now, too. After the 'Joe' incident, of which we don't speak of, we are all much more secure. There's nothing that happens that we don't do together. And this isn't just our immediate family. Being Orcas, naturally our cousins are like our sisters and brothers. Alba and Joe, Max and Tara. All of them. We're a tight knit family that nothing can break anymore.
I slip the radio on and tune into CFM - which is the Capitol Frequency Modulation. Basically where the music is, though it is filtered entirely. It contains some good tracks though. I just have it on in the background. The day isn't as warm as it was earlier, so I close the window. "Ty, you alright?" Alex asks me as he sits on his bed, which is opposite mine against the opposite wall. "Yeah, you?" He nods back at me. "I guess. Wanna do something? I'm bored stuck up in here." He must be. We've only just settled back in this weekend from our first week at the Peacekeeper Academy and already we're getting ready to go. It's terrible that they only give us two days, Saturday and Sunday, to ourselves.
"Like what?" I ask, curiously.
"I dunno. We could... go to the training centre?" He asks, which is peculiar for him. We've had time to train all the time at the Academy, but now he wants to go there. We don't go there as much since the pregames. Maybe it would make a good change, though. We're the eldest you can be as a career now.
I nod at him, accepting his little outing as a means to killing the boredom. "Sure. I need to get ready first, so sit tight." I'll need a quick shower before I go out again. The day out at the river with Matthew and Kyanite had me absolutely soaked and I haven't had a chance to wash away whatever could have been in that river off of me.
After my shower I look at myself bare chested in the mirror. Stubble - not shaven because it's pointless to shave it before tomorrow. The commanders will want it freshly shaven tomorrow rather than have a day's growth on it. I take in what it means to be an Orca. Something I don't necessarily notice. Brown eyes, brown hair. It's the same for us all, besides Max, my older cousin. He's nineteen. I have the scars on my arm from the pregames, and on either side of my neck there's an equally thick scar mirroring each other. Although I can't see it, there's one huge scar going right through a tattoo on my back. The tattoo was originally an eagle carrying the districts. Now it is more like a vulture with a huge cut through it.
I put my black t-shirt over my body and have my grey sweatpants on, mainly because we're going to the gym and training centre. I don't want to go dressed up. My hair is nice and short since I had my haircut yesterday, and my body is relatively similar to it always has been recently, thickly muscled and strong looking. Thankfully. Otherwise, there'd be no point in trying at the training centre.
"Right then, come on." I tell him, coming out of the bathroom. He's the same as me, pretty much, except I'm much shorter and he's tall, with the same brown eyes and hair except his hair is much shorter. I wouldn't say bald, but shaven. He doesn't have much of a stubble, if any. "Aye, sir." He mocks, getting his thin black jacket to go over his practically identical outfit except his sweatpants are a bit lighter and his top is grey.
We walk straight through the doors, like we used to back in the day. Even though 'the day' was only a few months ago. We've both changed so much though. Everyone has, I think. Maybe we'll see some familiar faces.
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