The Other Side Of The Looking Glass // Rade
Oct 24, 2015 21:23:24 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Oct 24, 2015 21:23:24 GMT -5
kirito
victor of the 70th hunger games
Silence hung over the training center like a thick sheet of fog. All around the utterly dark room mists of memories danced through the shadows. Voices of the buried traversed through the crevices of the ground as their lives remained remembered. Chains wore painfully against the shackled spirits' souls as their cries for retribution fell upon false ears. Not even their piercing poison glares could penetrate the shield of sweat that laid as a suit of armor across Kirito's skin. None of their claws of hate could drew blood from Kirito's body ever again. Never again would he lose life to knives being plunged into his body as he was sculpted into a human push pin.
Heavy breaths forced Kirito's chest to rise and fall quickly as swung another one of his fists at the dangling sand bag. A brief disruptive wave shifted the sands as it spread out from the epicenter of his punch. Slowly other time he had been regaining his strength, yet even now he still felt his nerves shriveling from the fatigue of his games. Thankfully though his shattered mind had recovered more rapidly than he would have ever predicated. No longer did he crave blood or did he scream at the sight of his fellow arena members by his side. As of now they had all become a part of him. Kiri still stirred like a serpent of hell beneath Kirito's chains and all his departed tribute comrades never let him go a day without remembering.
Dawn's feeble beams began to leak in through the low lying windows of the center as Kirito wiped his soaked body down with a tender towel. Off to his left Kirito spotted Sue's glare from the depths of the shadows and merely snorted as he watched the gun twirl. "It's a little too late to try and shoot me again Sue." Kirito said monotonously as his hollowed steps led him out of the ghastly room and to the nearby elevator which now lacked its guarding peace keepers. With the tributes shipped away there was no longer any reason to guard this place, now it was just another mausoleum of despair for those with anchors the size of arena's attached to their quaking hearts.
Before long the elevator returned Kirito to his own quiet floor. From what he could tell as he crept silently through the decrative halls was that he was the only person crazy enough to be awake before six in the morning. Alas Kirito could of sworn he heard a sound from within Katelyn's own chambers but he didn't dare enter. Kirito knew just as well as Katelyn did that their rooms were their sanctuaries. Within the confines of those walls they were meant to be left alone to their own devices. Behind their glamorous doors they could scream or cry all without a care in the world, and that was not a kind of trust Kirito ever intended on breaking.
Warmth filled Kirito's body as he entered his own room. Although it was one he rarely used it still held a special place in his heart. It was in the safety of this room Kirito truly realized he would get to live. It was also in this very place that he was first reunited with Circe again who as jokingly as ever wrapped her hands around his neck before hugging him and vanishing back into the depths of his subconscious. All in all this simple place was full of bright and dark moments he had encountered, and to Kirito that was what made something a real home.
Time moved rapidly as Kirito went about the next hour showering the stench of his early morning sorrow away and changing into another new outfit. Today it would seem he was wearing a fine long sleeved sleet grey shirt and grey vine embroidered black pants. Although the style was clearly not his own Kirito had to admit Zell's sense of Capitol fashion had helped him quite a bit with getting Annora and Harbinger the sponsors they needed. Hopefully this outfit would do just as well as the last several, Kirito thought as he departed into the living area.
Finally Kirito's long loneliness was ended as he spotted Katelyn dressed for their next day of mentoring as well. However as Kirito approached his lovely blonde haired companion he couldn't help but desire some time away from all the craziness of the games. Kirito was positive they could go out somewhere nice in the Capitol for breakfast at least without missing anything major since surely half the city wouldn't even be moving until nine at the earliest. So with a small cheeky grin Kirito walked up beside her and shook his head at the pre made coffee for them both which was now steaming before them.
"Morning Katelyn, I hope your night was alright." Kirito said calmly as he pulled his gaze away from the brown liquid. "I was thinking about going out to a nice cafe I heard about for breakfast this morning. I would love the company considering I would probably get hopelessly lost in this multi-colored maze. Oh also I promise to pick up the check too." As his words finished he couldn't help but notice the smile brimming brightly on his face now. Over the past year Katelyn had become a very big support to Kirito and he enjoyed spending time with her. Especially since they have been so busy recently he couldn't help but long for a little breather for them both.
yet every Key has its own cost.Heavy breaths forced Kirito's chest to rise and fall quickly as swung another one of his fists at the dangling sand bag. A brief disruptive wave shifted the sands as it spread out from the epicenter of his punch. Slowly other time he had been regaining his strength, yet even now he still felt his nerves shriveling from the fatigue of his games. Thankfully though his shattered mind had recovered more rapidly than he would have ever predicated. No longer did he crave blood or did he scream at the sight of his fellow arena members by his side. As of now they had all become a part of him. Kiri still stirred like a serpent of hell beneath Kirito's chains and all his departed tribute comrades never let him go a day without remembering.
Dawn's feeble beams began to leak in through the low lying windows of the center as Kirito wiped his soaked body down with a tender towel. Off to his left Kirito spotted Sue's glare from the depths of the shadows and merely snorted as he watched the gun twirl. "It's a little too late to try and shoot me again Sue." Kirito said monotonously as his hollowed steps led him out of the ghastly room and to the nearby elevator which now lacked its guarding peace keepers. With the tributes shipped away there was no longer any reason to guard this place, now it was just another mausoleum of despair for those with anchors the size of arena's attached to their quaking hearts.
Before long the elevator returned Kirito to his own quiet floor. From what he could tell as he crept silently through the decrative halls was that he was the only person crazy enough to be awake before six in the morning. Alas Kirito could of sworn he heard a sound from within Katelyn's own chambers but he didn't dare enter. Kirito knew just as well as Katelyn did that their rooms were their sanctuaries. Within the confines of those walls they were meant to be left alone to their own devices. Behind their glamorous doors they could scream or cry all without a care in the world, and that was not a kind of trust Kirito ever intended on breaking.
Warmth filled Kirito's body as he entered his own room. Although it was one he rarely used it still held a special place in his heart. It was in the safety of this room Kirito truly realized he would get to live. It was also in this very place that he was first reunited with Circe again who as jokingly as ever wrapped her hands around his neck before hugging him and vanishing back into the depths of his subconscious. All in all this simple place was full of bright and dark moments he had encountered, and to Kirito that was what made something a real home.
Time moved rapidly as Kirito went about the next hour showering the stench of his early morning sorrow away and changing into another new outfit. Today it would seem he was wearing a fine long sleeved sleet grey shirt and grey vine embroidered black pants. Although the style was clearly not his own Kirito had to admit Zell's sense of Capitol fashion had helped him quite a bit with getting Annora and Harbinger the sponsors they needed. Hopefully this outfit would do just as well as the last several, Kirito thought as he departed into the living area.
Finally Kirito's long loneliness was ended as he spotted Katelyn dressed for their next day of mentoring as well. However as Kirito approached his lovely blonde haired companion he couldn't help but desire some time away from all the craziness of the games. Kirito was positive they could go out somewhere nice in the Capitol for breakfast at least without missing anything major since surely half the city wouldn't even be moving until nine at the earliest. So with a small cheeky grin Kirito walked up beside her and shook his head at the pre made coffee for them both which was now steaming before them.
"Morning Katelyn, I hope your night was alright." Kirito said calmly as he pulled his gaze away from the brown liquid. "I was thinking about going out to a nice cafe I heard about for breakfast this morning. I would love the company considering I would probably get hopelessly lost in this multi-colored maze. Oh also I promise to pick up the check too." As his words finished he couldn't help but notice the smile brimming brightly on his face now. Over the past year Katelyn had become a very big support to Kirito and he enjoyed spending time with her. Especially since they have been so busy recently he couldn't help but long for a little breather for them both.
here is a Key to every gate and every exit,