fighting against the mirror :: et vs et fakes fight
Jul 5, 2015 11:11:48 GMT -5
Post by geotribsit on Jul 5, 2015 11:11:48 GMT -5
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Geo Venn And so, we ran. Fuck you, Krigel. Fuck you, Orion. Fuck you, Circe. Fuck you, Sexy La Torre. Right at the perfect time, too. None of the four were able to chase us, giving a pretty secure exit route out of the factory. Tybalt and I were fast on our feet as we ran out, and we even managed to take some stuff from them. Typical, actually, being prisoners and all. The prison break had to have been the best part of every escapee’s life. The panic as you make a run for it, hoping they don’t catch you. I guess Ty and I can laugh about it. Abel, if you’re watching me from your little spot in heaven, I love you, kiddo. We continue to run, and we don’t stop for quite a while. It felt just like escaping the bloodbath, except I knew that someone was hot on my tail, and I couldn’t be any happier for it. Tybalt Capulet seemed like a strong career, and the man could have easily helped them kill me too. But he didn’t, and that proves he likes them as much as I do. One-fourth of them are okay, the Big Gun Gunner, but the other three were scary and intimidating. Gabrielle, if you’re watching us from your throne, I’ll tell Bri you said you love her. I promise. It’s some time before we actually stop to set up a little spot to stay for the night. We’re still close to the factory, it’s still an eye sore, but the distance is fairly long. I sit just as it is time to reveal the dead. I’ll have to see Abel and Gabi again, their eyes will probably haunt my dreams with the company of the chimes. Rhyme Morales, District One. I stare to Tybalt, to see if he had any emotion. After all, Rhyme was his somewhat partner, but his eyes look out. Sometimes I worry about Ty. He seems to have such a large shell to protect him from feelings. Eventually, it’ll break. It’ll break and he’ll see his downfall. Even if I have to crack the shell myself. It skips all the way to District Six. Gabrielle O’Dale, District Six. I look down at the hard ground, trying not to look into those tempting eyes of hers. Her sister, she loved her, vice versa. How can we just rip people away from people they love? How can we just let them die… Noah Bowers, District Eight. Maya Xiaoqing, District Nine. I don’t really remember either of these too, only knowing that one was a relative of a past tribute, and the other one spoke to me once. She asked me how she liked it here, but I never said anything back. It was okay back then, Niney, but now I wish I didn’t please it as much. Abel MacLaren, District Ten. Simon Karnes, District Ten. Shit, I look up and see two people from double-digits Ten, both Abel and his partner Simon. Abel’s district doesn’t have a chance now for a victor. He had such potential, too. The chiming ends. I can hear the broken clock in my head ticking and tocking. You forgot to say sorry, make up for it, Geo. ”Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” I sorry myself to sleep. -|--|- When we wake up, we’re accompanied by movement. It’s Tybalt’s but he must see something or someone if he’s getting up that fast. I get up, grabbing my bag and then turn. Kill them, for Abel and Gabi. My eyes look straight at them, but then I look away. They don’t deserve to suffer a death like Abel’s or Gabi’s. They can’t die, no matter who or what they are. Kill them, before they kill you or Ty. I flinch, but I gather my strength and eye at one. I swing. ”Y’know, we coulda got Gunner here. She Torre that bitch up,” I say to Tybalt with a laugh, and put on my game face. ”Sorry,” I begin hearing the tick, but then I feel the dried paint on my face and the paint totally ruining my hair. Are you really sorry? They died, but overall you wanted to win. They’d have to die anyway. I knew it would come down to this. They would think the same if you died, Geo. I can assure you. No… Abel and Gabrielle had better thoughts than me. They wouldn’t… Would you like to go ask them or fight these bitches. Fight these bitches, no doubt about it. Are you really sorry? No. Sorry, not sorry. [attacks a Tybalt with switchblade (knife)] PQscR5Ppknife 1-2 [doppleganger Tybalt, 2071 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage] Pun Tracker: +1 [has 4 puns total |