My Soul Is {G O N E} (Ani+Traid)

[pup]

Toyota Soul

You remember the day when you first came home from the orphanage. When the nice Mr. Soul adopted you. You were scared when you first came, and your new siblings didn't greet you with open arms and said you were a replacement, a back up plan. You didn't know what that meant at the time though. As you grew up in the house with them you grew to love them. Porsche would sit with you and show you how to build an engine. Kia would show you how to put in place all the gears and little metal parts. You loved it before the 68th year after the rebellion.

You remember the day of the reaping. The sadness and sorrow. How, after you were shoved away from the brother you loved so much by the tyrant peacekeepers you ran home and locked your bedroom door. You cried for hours and hours. And when you stopped you wanted to die. How could this happen. What were the odds.

You remember when a week later you were sitting by the tv, forced to watch your brother become a bloody mess. Then he was attacked, and you screamed before the sound of his body hitting the ground filled the air around you. Your eyes fill with tears and you curl up into a little ball as to not face the facts of what just happened. Your fourteen year old bubbly self reduced to ashes as you whisper while you rock back and forth, "You promised. You promised you'd come back for me."

Now, after the games had finished and the stupid funeral was over for your brother and the other girl who died in the games. You sneak back around to the coffin. You need to see him one last time before he is buried. On the coffin it says:

Kia Soul
Tribute of the 68th Hunger Games

You want to scream. The capitol can't even say something kind enough to him that would make Toyota not want to murder them like they did to her brother. You gently open the coffin and see his pale face. Tears stream down your face again as cling to your brother body. And your whispers become shouts, "You promised!"

(Much feels)

[Traid]

Tawn Sileece

There was absolutely no going back after this. Tawn knew this. His sister had been almost immediately killed in the 68th
Hunger Games, and not only that, but she was brutally beaten and basically tortured in front of his eyes on that giant screen. He couldn't help but watch. God, why couldn't he have looked away...?

Now he stood facing two coffins, a decent distance apart from each other. One for his sister, Ryin, and one for the other District 3 tribute, Kia. Tawn only hoped that Kia was a good friend to Ryin the days before she was slaughtered. She needed at least someone to be her friend in that arena. Even if the result would have been the same, at least Ryin could have lived her last few days knowing she had a friend.

They both were murdered on the first day. The very first day! How could something so sudden bring death upon them both in a matter of minutes? The Games are not a symbol of remembrance, they are a symbol of incoming death. After all, even if you become the victor, you still are never truly alive again. Too much would have happened to you and you could never come back.

Tawn walked over to Ryin's coffin. Marked into the coffin, like a permanent memory, were the words:

Ryin Sileece
Tribute of the 68th Hunger Games

With a quiver of his jaw, Tawn started to break. He reached up to open the coffin so he could see his beautiful sister's face on last time, but his hand dropped and he dropped to his knees. Head down, drops of salt water hit the ground and moistened the soil where Ryin would lay.

"You promised!" Tawn heard from quite a distance. It was coming from the opposite coffin. The one marked for Kia Soul. The coffin was open, and standing there was a young girl. A sibling, perhaps? Tawn caught his breath and composed himself. He was not sure if going up to her was the right things to do at this time, but he couldn't just let the poor girl scream at a lifeless body. He approached the female, shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't think there truly are promises anymore. Not in these times. Not with that arena." He said, his voice breaking almost every third word. Now he only had to wait to see if this girl would turn around and accept his comfort, or reject it completely. He had a feeling he should have just left her alone.

[Sage]

When Kia died, it was as if a part of her heart was dipped from her body and thrown to the lions to devour and never replace. Gone, he was gone and he was neber coming back. Porsche hadn't realized how important the boy was until he was many miles away, fighting for his life in that god damned arena. She should have volunteered, she should have done something, anything to keep him from dying. He didn't deserve the ending he got, if anything, it was she who deserved it.

She stared with glazed eyes at the coffin Kia lay in and he looked so peaceful, his body completely flawless to the point where he could be simply sleeping but the lack of movement reminded her that she would never see his smile, hear his laugh, or hear his voice echo through the house. She felt a single hot tear streak down her cheek as she listened to the short ceremony nefore she forced herself to move, willing her legs to cooperate.

She silently made her way to the coffin, wishing to say good bye to him fornone final time but she heard Toyotas voice. She wiped the tear from her eye and padded around to see her sister along with a boy who looked similar to the female tribute of their district. She caught the last of what he said and nodded. "There are not. As awful as this sounds, I am glad he was one of the first to die as it saved him from the pain he would have felt later on" she said, putting a hand in Toyotas shoulder, something she didn't think she had ever done.

[pup]

Toyota Soul

Toyota jumped with freight when a voice by her talked about promises. She hastily wiped her eyes on her sleeve. And then Porsche was behind her, a hand on her shoulder. Toyota loved her sister and knew she would always be there for her. Toyota shyly ducked behind Porsche in fear of the new person.

Shy shy Toyota.

The girl inspected the boy from behind her sister's back. He had dark hair and a sad look in his eyes. He seemed a bit like the girl who had died with Kia. Then Porsche talked. Renewed tears fell from Toyota's eyes. She whispered angrily, "That's not true. Promises are everywhere. He just broke it.

"

Toyota felt anger in her sadness. Anger at the stupid capitol for making stupid people fight other stupid people, at Porsche for saying what she just said, at Kia for breaking his promise. The promise that could never have been kept. Toyota didn't realize this though. All promises to her were forever.

(Sorry for taking so long and having it short!)

[Traid]

Tawn Sileece

Tawn knew how this poor girl was feeling. At least about the promises. He had always hoped there would be a possibility of promises, but his sister was the one who convinced him otherwise. Now that she was gone, there was absolutely no chance he could ever trust a promise anymore. At least not a life promise.

He spoke with a soft voice, and kind eyes. Trying to look directly at the younger girl without being too pushy and close.

"We both know the truth. Once your name is called for all of the district to hear, there is no promise you can make that you can be sure will be fulfilled."

He turned his head to the coffin of the male tribute, sighing.

"Your brother, I assume...? Well, if he truly said he'd be back, then I'm sure he believed it. It's not his fault. It's never their fault."

He turned completely towards Ryin's grave, his eyes starting to water once again.

[Sage]

Porsche looked down at her younger sister, a small smile at her sisters refusal to believe that promises were never kept and she looked at the boy, recognizing that he was the female tributes sister and had a feeling that he was probably feeling just as much like shit as she was. Her sister hid behind her back, peeking out at him timidly and she couldn't help but sigh. Why was her sister so afraid of other people. She watched her brother die, you can't really blame her. she reminded herself as she put a hand on her younger sisters back. She may not have been the biological oldest sister but since Kias death, she had begun to step into that role more, realizing how important family was to her because in the blink of an eye, they could be taken away from her.

Porsche had dealt with death many times before and so, she had to wonder, why was she so affected by this one? Because he was one of the closest things I had to actual family she thought before she looked at the boy. "I don't think I realized what I had until he was gone." she said softly. "It's good to meet you I just wish it wasn't under such terrible circumstances" she said, trying to coax Toya out from behind her. "Toya, it's alright, you can come out from behind me" she said softly.

OOC: Puppy, it's alright. I must say that you're writing is getting a lot better and I'm happy to see how much you've improved. Sorry this is short but Porsche is trying to wake up rn

[pup]

Toyota Soul

The small girl watched the boy. He talked like there was no hope in the world. Hadn't he heard her. Promises are only chosen to be broken. They can't be broken by someone else. It was Kia's fault. Porsche put a hand on Toyota's back which surprised her. Porsche hadn't been all that of a loving sister since Toyota came home from the orphanage.

Then Porsche said what she had to say, it sounded just like the boy said. Why weren't they listening to her? When the older girl told Toyota that she could come out from behind her, Toyota timidly stepped out, but she was still angry at them for not listening to her. Toyota just stood there in silence.

(Thanks Ani )

[Traid]

Tawn Sileece

He sighed heavily and offered a comforting smile to the younger of the two. He then aimed his focus at the older girl. He offered his hand to introduce himself.

"Tawn. It's nice to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances."

He waiting for what he hoped would be a pleasent introduction as a reply, but he knew anything could happen in times like these. They had both lost someone very dear to them, and so had he. He would give anything to see his sister one more time. It was truly terrible that the last memory he had of Ryin was her, footless, dragging herself away from the blades, asking for mercy. What a terrible way to die...

((I am soooo sorry. My computer hard drive crashed, as well as some personal stuff. Gah.))