Feast of Fools // [Arrows]

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

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Leave all your love
and your longing behind

In the dark of night, I slip out of my window and settle quietly into the dirt, eyeing the porch light.

One, two, three..

If Dad’s up, he usually flicks the light on when he hears a noise. Plagued by anxiety, that man is, but he wouldn’t even know what to do if there was a thief terrorizing our home. Sometimes he gets a big branch and sticks it by the door as a blunt object, but who is he kidding? Just like me, Dad’s a stump, and we’re the wimpiest-looking sons-of-bitches that ever did walk through the streets of District Three.

Seconds tick by, and then I make my move, stalking through the dirt and onto the paved street, slinging a backpack around my shoulder. The howling of the wind covers the sound of my footsteps and the rustling of my clothing, and it’s not long before I reach my destination – a house that belongs to one of the super-fucking-rich families of the District. These are the kind of people who’ve got everything I want, and I bet they’re so comfortable they don’t even lock their windows on a hot night like this.

Surely enough, when I reach to pull one of the windows up, it gives way, and I inch it up slowly to cover any of the noise, sticking my head in to make sure nobody’s wandering around the house to get a late-night snack or whatever else these rich bitches can afford to eat.

And that reminds me: I should check the kitchen.

Sliding through the window, my feet land silently against the floor, and I tiptoe through the house until I find what I’m looking for. In seconds I’m shuffling through cabinets and stuffing fancy-ass food into my backpack.

Tonight, I feast.

[Arrows]

Loneliness drove into Diamond's heart like a freezing dagger. Invisible tears rolled down in streams from her eyes as she looked out into the vast darkness of night. Stars shimmered and beamed like millions of fireflies deep within a dark forest. Shrills of chills coursed through Diamond's frail body as she rested her hand gently against the icy pane. In a way she felt as though she had never left the freezing tundra of the Sixty Ninth Games along with Prism. She could feel the many layers of snow high above her head chilling her body down to the very tips of her toes. 

As Diamond watched the stars continue to gleam brightly without a care she sighed when a common thought crossed her chaotic mind. She had spent so many nights watching the sky and wondering if the stars Prism saw when he was in that arena were the same ones. Did the Game Makers allow for such a thing to occur or was everything just artificial? So many questions constantly laid siege to Diamond's restless mind just as a machine gun does to an already broken body. She knew there would always be questions she would never be able to answer, yet she could never let them fade away. She was trapped under the curse of losing a loved one. No amount of answers or lies would ever suffice in replacing them. There would always be an empty spot at the table where Prism would not be sitting. Always an empty room in which he wouldn't be living. He would always be gone. He would always be dead.

The sound of a lone owl's hoot pulled Diamond from her internal discord as her feet softly lifted her from the silky sheets of her bed. Her lavender night gown swayed with the dances of a night time breeze as she trudges silently across the bone chilling wooden floor. Another long sigh slipped from Diamond's plush lips as she pushed her oak door slowly open and back shut again.

Diamond allowed her feet to carry her slowly down the corridor until she stopped in front of a large dust ridden oak door. The door was so thickly covered with dust that the golden embroidery on it was barely visible. With a shaking hand Diamond softly wiped the dust on top of the gold into the air sending it swirling swiftly as it was devoured by the breeze. Diamond could feel her heart beat within her throat as her gaze held blankly at the looming name in front of her. Prism Nixton. It was a small and simple name, but enough to make the world come crashing back to her within a brutal tidal wave of emotions. 

However Diamond has little time to wallow in front of Prism's door when she heard a window just down the hall ease quickly open. Fear swept through Diamond's body as she hid behind a nearby coffee table. Diamond forced herself not to gasp as she saw two feet plop down from the window sill. Even though Diamond could not retain from shaking like a new born pup she forced herself to look out from her hiding spot. What she saw though made her let out a semi sigh before she rose from her position and approached the strange girl. 

"You know if you wanted to enter the house you could have just knocked." Diamond said as smoothly as she could with her eyes never leaving the shady character in front of her. "However I presume you aren't here under the circumstances of a friendly visit." 

Just remember who they are,
just remember who you are,
just remember who Prism Nixton was.