Set me on Fire Guardians Vs Echoes Day 2
Oct 14, 2014 1:00:32 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Oct 14, 2014 1:00:32 GMT -5
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Esme Truus
Dead star shine
Light up the sky
I'm all out of breath
My walls are closing in;
Light up the sky
I'm all out of breath
My walls are closing in;
I looked at her face as she ran away. I struck my friend. I attacked her. I didn't mean to, though. Oh who are you kidding Esme? You meant to. I saw her and I attacked her. My friend. What's happening to me? I don't wanna fight anyone, but I fought so quick. I just jumped right in and attack. Didn't even think to look and see who it was. I didn't even stop and see until it was too late, and I ain't able to take back what I done did. I tried to tell her sorry, but am I really sorry? Am I sorry that I attacked her? You meant to attack her. You wanted to kill her. But I ain't wanting to kill anyone. I ain't meant to hurt anyone. I guess it's too late for that.
Something continues to pour down my face, and I still ain't sure if it's sweat, blood, or tears or all three. I think it could be those tears 'cause it's taking everything I got inside me not to sob out loud for the rest of the world to hear. I ain't never felt a pain like this before. It's a pain I ain't able to control 'cause it's inside. It ain't a pain like my arm; it's more of a pain inside. I feel like my heart was just broke in half. I'm sorry Emery! I ain't got any idea if she'll ever forgive me. I attacked her. I could've killed her. It was a mistake, but I can't change it. I really am an animal being controlled by the Capitol 'cause I do what they want. I ain't got nothing to do for myself. But I ain't an animal. I am Esme Truus, and I gotta stay true to myself. I just hope that Emery finds it inside of her to forgive me.
But how can she forgive me if I ain't gonna forgive myself?
We made all kinds of turns through the arena running away from the fight. Running away from everything, and they all followed behind me guided by the fire I created. I got something right, but it ain't enough. My heart feels like it's been poked with a cattle iron, and I ain't got none of that here. I ain't doing well. I ain't able to do this. I keep looking around listening to the loudness of the arena. Everything is loud. It echoes like crazy. I don't got no idea where anyone is 'cause of how loud it really is. I might hear the occasional screaming of people, but I ain't even sure where that came from. I keep my eyes on the fire. It's alive. It's breathing, and just looking at that small flame gives me a little bit of hope.
The fire is bright, and I ain't sure if it'll ever relight if it goes out. I ain't wanting to know either 'cause it'll mean darkness again. Stuff kept coming to us, though, and I must thank Mace and Saffron for everything they're doing back at the Capitol. I sit down on the ground next to Kirk, and he starts working on my arm. I wanna scream, but i grit my teeth trying to stay as quiet as possible. It hurts. It really hurts, but he tells me I don't got a thing to worry 'bout. I trust Kirk, and I'm glad he stuck with me, and I'm glad that I found him 'cause I ain't 'bout to go through this arena all by myself. I just can't do that. All I can do is smile, but it ain't a real smile. I'm fighting against the tears that are pouring down my face. I'm fighting against a pain I ain't never felt before in my entire life. "Kirk, I attacked her."
My voice shakes as my head drops towards the ground. I ain't got to time to be here. I can't be here. "I attacked my friend." He keeps working on my arm, and I ain't sure what to say to him. He said something 'bout keeping watch and me getting some sleep. I need sleep, but I ain't gonna be able to. I can't get the image of Emery's face outta my head as she ran away. My friend. I attacked my friend. I'm a horrible person, and I can't stand it. I hold my arm out to him hoping he could take the physical part of the pain away. I don't got no idea if anything would take away the pain inside me. The pain of my heart breaking into pieces. I ain't got this. I ain't never gonna forgive myself for anything. But I can't give up. I gotta keep going on. That is part of the games. "It hurts. Everything hurts."
The night? day? went on, and the anthem boomed through the arena. It's loud and scary, but everything here is loud and scary. I stare at the top of the arena knowing that I ain't sure where the sky is. Two faces were the tributes from district three. They were wiped out already probably in the bloodbath 'cause I ain't heard any other cannons since then. Then the girl from four. A career. Someone that I thought would make it far in the games. I ain't sure what happened to her, but she's dead. They are dead. The last face I see is the girl from nine. Animus' district partner. I look over at him wondering what he could be thinking right now 'cause he just lost someone from home, and then like that the seal disappears, and if it wasn't for the flame, I would be in darkness again.
I laid down on the ground holding onto the torch trying to keep it alive 'cause I ain't 'bout to be in darkness again. Tears roll down my face knowing that Emery is still alive out there, and I hope she's doing alright 'cause I ain't never gonna be able to live with myself if she dies. It just ain't gonna happen. "Kirk, I'm gonna sleep. Thank you for helping me." I place my head against the ground. It ain't what I'm use to back home, but this ain't home. This ain't nothing but the games the Capitol created. It didn't take long, but I drifted off into sleep. It ain't a good sleep either 'cause I tossed and turned all night long.
My arm throbbed the moment my eyes opened. It hurt. Everything still hurt. I look beside me, and I see a jug. An empty jug. For water. I hope. And I see a knife. One of the things Crusader got from the sponsors earlier. I turn back and look at him now, and he's holding a sword. A giant sword. A chill runs down my spine as I throw my jug into my bag, and I clip the knife onto my belt. My fingers run through my hair trying to comb out all the knots that formed when I sleep. But it's too messy. I ain't never gonna be able to get all these knots outta my hair, not that anyone gonna care 'cause we are in the fight to the death. Kirk had us link hands as we moved through the arena. It a good idea if you ask me 'cause we can't be losing one another.
I hold the torch lighting the way for us as we twist through the arena making more turns than I ever thought possible. I ain't sure what to do, but I keep going. I can't stop 'cause I'll be smashed by my own allies. It's hard being so much shorter than them, but I ain't gonna let that stop me. "Esme get behind me." I don't hesitate. I move behind him keeping the fire out in front of us. Fear. I'm terrified. I ain't sure what's 'bout to happen, and I don't wanna know, but in a few seconds I'm gonna find out. I ain't afraid. I ain't scared. I gotta do this, and hopefully they understand. I move out in front of Kirk with the torch raised high into the air, and I strike hoping to bring down whatever is standing in our way.
"Get away!"
Something continues to pour down my face, and I still ain't sure if it's sweat, blood, or tears or all three. I think it could be those tears 'cause it's taking everything I got inside me not to sob out loud for the rest of the world to hear. I ain't never felt a pain like this before. It's a pain I ain't able to control 'cause it's inside. It ain't a pain like my arm; it's more of a pain inside. I feel like my heart was just broke in half. I'm sorry Emery! I ain't got any idea if she'll ever forgive me. I attacked her. I could've killed her. It was a mistake, but I can't change it. I really am an animal being controlled by the Capitol 'cause I do what they want. I ain't got nothing to do for myself. But I ain't an animal. I am Esme Truus, and I gotta stay true to myself. I just hope that Emery finds it inside of her to forgive me.
But how can she forgive me if I ain't gonna forgive myself?
We made all kinds of turns through the arena running away from the fight. Running away from everything, and they all followed behind me guided by the fire I created. I got something right, but it ain't enough. My heart feels like it's been poked with a cattle iron, and I ain't got none of that here. I ain't doing well. I ain't able to do this. I keep looking around listening to the loudness of the arena. Everything is loud. It echoes like crazy. I don't got no idea where anyone is 'cause of how loud it really is. I might hear the occasional screaming of people, but I ain't even sure where that came from. I keep my eyes on the fire. It's alive. It's breathing, and just looking at that small flame gives me a little bit of hope.
The fire is bright, and I ain't sure if it'll ever relight if it goes out. I ain't wanting to know either 'cause it'll mean darkness again. Stuff kept coming to us, though, and I must thank Mace and Saffron for everything they're doing back at the Capitol. I sit down on the ground next to Kirk, and he starts working on my arm. I wanna scream, but i grit my teeth trying to stay as quiet as possible. It hurts. It really hurts, but he tells me I don't got a thing to worry 'bout. I trust Kirk, and I'm glad he stuck with me, and I'm glad that I found him 'cause I ain't 'bout to go through this arena all by myself. I just can't do that. All I can do is smile, but it ain't a real smile. I'm fighting against the tears that are pouring down my face. I'm fighting against a pain I ain't never felt before in my entire life. "Kirk, I attacked her."
My voice shakes as my head drops towards the ground. I ain't got to time to be here. I can't be here. "I attacked my friend." He keeps working on my arm, and I ain't sure what to say to him. He said something 'bout keeping watch and me getting some sleep. I need sleep, but I ain't gonna be able to. I can't get the image of Emery's face outta my head as she ran away. My friend. I attacked my friend. I'm a horrible person, and I can't stand it. I hold my arm out to him hoping he could take the physical part of the pain away. I don't got no idea if anything would take away the pain inside me. The pain of my heart breaking into pieces. I ain't got this. I ain't never gonna forgive myself for anything. But I can't give up. I gotta keep going on. That is part of the games. "It hurts. Everything hurts."
The night? day? went on, and the anthem boomed through the arena. It's loud and scary, but everything here is loud and scary. I stare at the top of the arena knowing that I ain't sure where the sky is. Two faces were the tributes from district three. They were wiped out already probably in the bloodbath 'cause I ain't heard any other cannons since then. Then the girl from four. A career. Someone that I thought would make it far in the games. I ain't sure what happened to her, but she's dead. They are dead. The last face I see is the girl from nine. Animus' district partner. I look over at him wondering what he could be thinking right now 'cause he just lost someone from home, and then like that the seal disappears, and if it wasn't for the flame, I would be in darkness again.
I laid down on the ground holding onto the torch trying to keep it alive 'cause I ain't 'bout to be in darkness again. Tears roll down my face knowing that Emery is still alive out there, and I hope she's doing alright 'cause I ain't never gonna be able to live with myself if she dies. It just ain't gonna happen. "Kirk, I'm gonna sleep. Thank you for helping me." I place my head against the ground. It ain't what I'm use to back home, but this ain't home. This ain't nothing but the games the Capitol created. It didn't take long, but I drifted off into sleep. It ain't a good sleep either 'cause I tossed and turned all night long.
My arm throbbed the moment my eyes opened. It hurt. Everything still hurt. I look beside me, and I see a jug. An empty jug. For water. I hope. And I see a knife. One of the things Crusader got from the sponsors earlier. I turn back and look at him now, and he's holding a sword. A giant sword. A chill runs down my spine as I throw my jug into my bag, and I clip the knife onto my belt. My fingers run through my hair trying to comb out all the knots that formed when I sleep. But it's too messy. I ain't never gonna be able to get all these knots outta my hair, not that anyone gonna care 'cause we are in the fight to the death. Kirk had us link hands as we moved through the arena. It a good idea if you ask me 'cause we can't be losing one another.
I hold the torch lighting the way for us as we twist through the arena making more turns than I ever thought possible. I ain't sure what to do, but I keep going. I can't stop 'cause I'll be smashed by my own allies. It's hard being so much shorter than them, but I ain't gonna let that stop me. "Esme get behind me." I don't hesitate. I move behind him keeping the fire out in front of us. Fear. I'm terrified. I ain't sure what's 'bout to happen, and I don't wanna know, but in a few seconds I'm gonna find out. I ain't afraid. I ain't scared. I gotta do this, and hopefully they understand. I move out in front of Kirk with the torch raised high into the air, and I strike hoping to bring down whatever is standing in our way.
"Get away!"
Esme's torch is still lit from day 1
Esme Truus attacks Valerie with lit torch
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7068 -- Gash/Bruised Left Foot -- 3.0 damage
1-50
extinguished
Esme Truus attacks Valerie with lit torch
EBmYCNL7blunt
7068 -- Gash/Bruised Left Foot -- 3.0 damage
1-50
extinguished
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