Dark Circles [TLB v. WG]
Oct 14, 2014 1:40:06 GMT -5
Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Oct 14, 2014 1:40:06 GMT -5
I didn't even realize just how tired I was until the anthem began, signifying that I had in fact survived Day 1 in this dark, endless maze. Without the sun, I had lost sense of time all together. The only thing that would tell me the time now would be the anthem. The faces of the dead flashing in the night sky are acting as the sun.
The first face in the sky is a familiar one and a part of me wishes I had never talked to anyone back at the Training Center. Because now there was a piece of me aching for a lost soul (Haha, get it? Kia Soul?) that I was sure didn't deserve to die this way. But then there was the stronger and more dominant piece of me that felt guilty for not carrying about the faces in the sky. That part of me that wanted to go home and knew that every new face in the sky was one step closer I was to the possibility of home.
It's funny how despite knowing my fate I refuse to give in to it. But I suppose that isn't to far out of the ordinary. Everyone fights for things they just can't have, everyone fights against the inevitable. I've seen those fights over and over again happening in the eyes of my family - (Ripred that word is so silly. Family. Why do I use it? They aren't my family, they aren't, even if I wish they were!) - and seen them losing those battles nearly everyday. Each of us had learned early that we just can't win.
But still I can't make myself feel all that sorry for the faces in the sky. I can't even suppress my grumble when the anthem ends after just 4 faces flash in the sky. I deserve an award for heartlessness or something. Then again, I haven't killed anyone yet. And as far as I can tell, I'm not sure I can manage taking a life, no matter how much I want to return home. I shouldn't have told Ruth it would all be okay. Definitely should not have promised that I would be okay. Even if I were to somehow manage to come home alive (this sliver of hope I have really is the stupidest, most ridiculous thing - if. Pfft.) there is no way I would be okay when I got back.
As if I was ever okay to begin with.
I cling to Twelve and Fishboy like a lifeline, though I know that neither of them really knows where they are going. I call them idiots for that, but I know I would never be able to do any better - I won't admit that to them though. It was hard enough admitting that I couldn't swing a sword. Admitting I was no good with direction? Yeah, how about I just throw every bit of my masculinity out of the window, start dressing like the Capitolites, and admit that pink is indeed my favorite color. (You know that pink that is sometimes there at sunrise and sunset? Best. Thing. Ever.) But I won't ever be telling anyone that. Not anyone in here at least.
But I swear if I get the chance to keep living beyond this damn labyrinth I will scream it to the world unabashedly. ("I love pink!")
But today certainly isn't that day, so I keep everything to myself, hoping silently that we will stop walking soon. My feet hurt, I'm tired. And after all the pie eating contests and endless buffets of food for the past two weeks I have found that I am hungry. Not starving - I know how to correctly use that word - but I am hungry. And thirsty. But I keep myself from complaining. Not only to keep my dignity, but to keep the hidden cameras for catching any of my words. No need to have anyone back home worrying more than they already are.
That's when I hear movement that is not my own or my allies. I let go of them immediately and clutch my axe with both hands, abandoning the iron baton. "Guys, you hear that?" And for a moment it is silent again and I think maybe I had imagined the noise. But then I whirl around as I think I hear more movement on the opposite side of me. "Shit, shit, shit..." I mumble to myself, turning in all directions, trying to hone in on the culprit, finally seeing a light bouncing off the walls.
I just sit and wait, the sweat on my brow running down my face. (Just swing, Blaire. Don't look just swing.)
And I do.
{Blaire attacks Cha Leviane with his Stone Axe}
Xzv|RFSiaxe
{Block -- 0.0 damage}
Xzv|RFSiaxe
{Block -- 0.0 damage}
Blaire Sycamore - District 5