Oh How You Have Lost Your Way [Clusterfuck]
Mar 5, 2016 12:18:54 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Mar 5, 2016 12:18:54 GMT -5
[presto]
Danny's revelation yesterday had jarred me. I had noticed little signs but had never paid any attention to them until she had screamed at Basil and me that we had to live. Everything dropped on my head like a sack of flour, exposing the tracks and traces around the three of us so that we couldn't look away from the truth. Danny was dying, whether or not she was being bled by the other tributes, and Basil was a broken man. Me? I was terrified of losing either of them, and more than anything I was afraid of losing myself. The trouble was, I had already felt myself slipping away. When my knife had plunged into the eye socket of the skeleton muttation, I had felt a rush and the thrill of slaying something. I had killed, if not someone then something.
"You're a smart boy, you'll know what to do."
My father's words ring through my head but I'm not sure if I believe them.
"Son, whatever happens, I'm proud of you."
That's all I can hope.
We traveled from one flooded area to another. Thankfully this time there were semi-dry patches of earth where amongst the mangroves had only been a shallow lake. Shaking the water out of my shoes, though it did little good, I trod on. Moody and glum, I was once more silent in the morning. It seemed like I was falling into a patter. Sour in the mornings, determined in the afternoons, and raging in the evenings. At least I was predictable - in the most unpredictable way.
I was always coming back to thoughts of Delta, her face melting behind my eyes as I hear her scream in pain. The fire is still hot on my skin and I still can't hold her in my arms for the heat. All I wanted to do was comfort her because I had known as soon as the blade had struck that she was lost to us, lost to me. In her last moment I had just wanted to hold her but I hadn't even been able to do that. A second time I had failed her.
When fighting I could push the image aside, or rather let the specter hang behind me, the angel a faint shape over my shoulder that watched as I continued on. Delta, even, was with me and I still needed to protect her and Danny and Basil. My hand clenched around the four gems in my pocket: my heart in the form of a ruddy ruby, my match in the form of a cool sapphire, my perspective in the form of a comforting emerald, and my guardian in the form of a glittering diamond.
My other hand shifts to my knives as I get the feeling of being watched. Turning, I try to spot where the nagging sensation is coming from. It takes me a moment, but eventually I lock on. Eyes peer at us from a figure silhouetted against the lightening sky. The hilts of my knives fit comfortably in my palms, ready to spin end over end at my target. Turning the rising hostility in my gut toward the shape of our latest foe, I lace the knives in my hands with some electricity from my core. Quickly I spare a thought for my parents, set to watch me draw more blood.
Forgive me mother, I am going to bleed.
Forgive me father, I am going to sin.[/presto]
sorrowing man,
look how worn you've become
look how worn you've become
Danny's revelation yesterday had jarred me. I had noticed little signs but had never paid any attention to them until she had screamed at Basil and me that we had to live. Everything dropped on my head like a sack of flour, exposing the tracks and traces around the three of us so that we couldn't look away from the truth. Danny was dying, whether or not she was being bled by the other tributes, and Basil was a broken man. Me? I was terrified of losing either of them, and more than anything I was afraid of losing myself. The trouble was, I had already felt myself slipping away. When my knife had plunged into the eye socket of the skeleton muttation, I had felt a rush and the thrill of slaying something. I had killed, if not someone then something.
"You're a smart boy, you'll know what to do."
My father's words ring through my head but I'm not sure if I believe them.
"Son, whatever happens, I'm proud of you."
That's all I can hope.
We traveled from one flooded area to another. Thankfully this time there were semi-dry patches of earth where amongst the mangroves had only been a shallow lake. Shaking the water out of my shoes, though it did little good, I trod on. Moody and glum, I was once more silent in the morning. It seemed like I was falling into a patter. Sour in the mornings, determined in the afternoons, and raging in the evenings. At least I was predictable - in the most unpredictable way.
I was always coming back to thoughts of Delta, her face melting behind my eyes as I hear her scream in pain. The fire is still hot on my skin and I still can't hold her in my arms for the heat. All I wanted to do was comfort her because I had known as soon as the blade had struck that she was lost to us, lost to me. In her last moment I had just wanted to hold her but I hadn't even been able to do that. A second time I had failed her.
When fighting I could push the image aside, or rather let the specter hang behind me, the angel a faint shape over my shoulder that watched as I continued on. Delta, even, was with me and I still needed to protect her and Danny and Basil. My hand clenched around the four gems in my pocket: my heart in the form of a ruddy ruby, my match in the form of a cool sapphire, my perspective in the form of a comforting emerald, and my guardian in the form of a glittering diamond.
My other hand shifts to my knives as I get the feeling of being watched. Turning, I try to spot where the nagging sensation is coming from. It takes me a moment, but eventually I lock on. Eyes peer at us from a figure silhouetted against the lightening sky. The hilts of my knives fit comfortably in my palms, ready to spin end over end at my target. Turning the rising hostility in my gut toward the shape of our latest foe, I lace the knives in my hands with some electricity from my core. Quickly I spare a thought for my parents, set to watch me draw more blood.
Forgive me mother, I am going to bleed.
Forgive me father, I am going to sin.
E z e r o
L a f f a n
L a f f a n
Target
Amerika
Amerika
Attack Roll
CAm6O8oithrowing knife
1-50
CAm6O8oithrowing knife
1-50
Result
Miss (knife lost) -- 0.0 damage
+ extinguished
Miss (knife lost) -- 0.0 damage
+ extinguished
Accuracy Reroll
throwing knife
Miss -- 0.0 damage
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