Shipping containers [Train thread : blitz : Wander]
Jun 7, 2014 21:29:18 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 7, 2014 21:29:18 GMT -5
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S O N J A A R C O P E L L O
{ the voices inside my head ;
The shining metal bullet stands in front of you. You have never been on a train before and the thought excites you in a way- until you remember that it was transporting you to the Capitol, which was a whole new dimension closer to your death. You hand’t wanted to step forward, to take that girls place but your body had done it anyways. Your mind, the mocking voices, had made you do it. Ruby had told you that she would protect you, that she wouldn't let the voices hurt you- but she was wrong, she had lied, just like everyone else in this cruel world. This world was harsh, was cruel, was merciless. Your mind races to the moment you had stepped forward, to the moment your voice had rang out around the square. You had been shaking like a leaf, you could barely sought out your thoughts, all you could hear was them laughing at you, those voices that had dominated your whole life. They were finally getting what they wanted: for you to die.
The peacekeeper behind you shoves the butt of his weapon int your back, forcing you to take that first step onto the silver bullet. Your bare feet touch the metal surface making your whole body drain cold. You shiver. You take your next step. Then your next. and after a bit you find yourself in a room that had a table that was filled with an arrangement of different food things. You tilt your head to the side, you feet sliding onto the carpeted floor an over to the table blessed with food you had never seen before.
Hastily your thin hand reaches out to touch one, your singer, long and windy, clinging to the first things that they touched. You are about to pop it into your mouth when a sound from behind you slips into your ears. You jump, your whole body jerking in an upwards motion causing the delicacy in your hand to go flying across the other side of the room. Your eyes follow it as it lands in a mess on the floor. Instantly you feel an apology climbing onto your lips, “ugh, I am so sorry, really I am sorry.”
The peacekeeper behind you shoves the butt of his weapon int your back, forcing you to take that first step onto the silver bullet. Your bare feet touch the metal surface making your whole body drain cold. You shiver. You take your next step. Then your next. and after a bit you find yourself in a room that had a table that was filled with an arrangement of different food things. You tilt your head to the side, you feet sliding onto the carpeted floor an over to the table blessed with food you had never seen before.
Hastily your thin hand reaches out to touch one, your singer, long and windy, clinging to the first things that they touched. You are about to pop it into your mouth when a sound from behind you slips into your ears. You jump, your whole body jerking in an upwards motion causing the delicacy in your hand to go flying across the other side of the room. Your eyes follow it as it lands in a mess on the floor. Instantly you feel an apology climbing onto your lips, “ugh, I am so sorry, really I am sorry.”
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