Unsteady (Arrows!Blitz)

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

It wasn't the first time she had someone die in front of her. There had been many others that had died in front of her before she even could do anything to help. This time though, everything was different. People from all over had come to District Four to help the district in its time of need, including her and her brother, who she tried to tell him not to and stay in his hospital bed, but once he told her it was for Sonja, she let him go with her if he felt better. But this death meant so much more to everyone that had been trying to save the man. Kirito Miristioma had been in the room. The victor who had just lost his brother. The victor that Oasis was proud to be working with. The victor who had made his exit as soon as the time of death was given.

Oasis wasn't the type of girl to sit back and watch the sorrow be bounced back and forth through a man's eyes. Someone had to do something, even if it meant she had to do it herself. The moment she walked out of the tent was the moment she felt determined to help out someone who was suffering, someone who lost someone close to them, someone who reminded her of her brother. Her shoes felt soft on the ground that was outside. The air felt calm, but Oasis didn't trust it. The world was in chaos for that moment and all she wanted to do was help out with whatever she can do, even if it means using some lame inspirational words to help out as much as possible.

The tent she entered felt giant, but it wasn't too big. Her head told her she should have called out into the tent before she came in, but too much has happened and she didn't even know if Kirito would allow her in, so she went with her gut and just marched in herself. Oasis Tuson was a woman with a goal and no one could stop her now. Her voice rang throughout the tent as she looked for Kirito, "Mr. Miristioma? Are you in here?" The world was in chaos, yet she had time to make for someone who was hurting just as much as some of the people there.

[Arrows]

Cruel. Why was the world so cruel? So much death. So much pain. For a rebellion seventy three years ago? Bull shit. It was all for power, all for Snow's precious throne. For years the districts suffered and for many years more their suffering would continue. Year after year to come Kirito would be forced to watch children send each others blood spewing across the soil. Only one thing in the world seemed to be constant, and that was the death toll. Except when something like this occurred causing the numbers to drastically increase. When the world actually caused a catastrophic event. Not when President Snow let his people starve in the streets. Not when President Snow murdered those who acted slightly out of line. This was something no one could stop, however, Kirito couldn't help but wonder if Snow sounded the sirens with a proper amount of time. Kirito knew what the man was capable of and Kirito was sure the devil was aware of the effects catastrophes had on people. Surely he saw how much stronger District Eleven became after the drought. Perhaps this was just a way for President Snow to make his beloved careers stronger. That is, if most of them survived. 

Suddenly a long single beep emerged out of the heart monitor and Kirito's body went cold. His eyes darted to the man's face as his voice quickly ordered for the shock pads. Panic surged through Kirito's veins as he silently begged the man to wake up, to have his heart start beating once more. Yet after the third attempt at resuscitation Kirito set the pads down and with a stuttered sigh looked down at his watch. 

"Mark the time of death at Nine Fifty Three pm." Kirito said as utter defeat and anger took control of him. Kirito turned sourly away from the man as the sheet was pulled over his face. Failure. Just like with Iain you failed. Kiri hissed breaking his abnormally long silence since Kirito's own partial treatment. Yeah I know. Kirito replied with his own thought as he made his way out of the medical tent he was running and back to his own private tent. 

Pain seared across Kirito's knucles as blood began to dribble from several creases. The table he punched remained unaltered and with a sigh he fell down onto his makeshift coach. All the medical files surrounding him rustled and he lifted the rescue map up from among them. Seeing all the marked areas all Kirito could wonder is just how many of them he would fail to find. How many would die from his errors. Kirito was sick of being the reason people died, yet whatever he did he was always thrusted into the same position. 

Kirito's thoughts were interupted by the sound of one of his aid's voices. Although Kirito couldn't see her behind one of the tent's make-shift walls he called out in response to her. "Yes I am just around the wall on your right's corner." Kirito waited until the young woman entered the area before setting the map down and grabbing a napkin to wipe away any non-scabbed blood from his knuckles. "Is there something you need? Am I needed back at the medical tent already?" Kirito said in a voice as falsely calm as he could. 

Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

The scene before her wasn't as bad as she thought it would have been. Just another pissed off guy who punches to get his emotions aligned. Oasis just frowned at Kirito. The knuckles were bleeding and she already was onto wiping the blood away. Rafe was always doing something of the sort that had just happened before her. Her eyes may have been focused on the victor's knuckles, but, at the same time, she was focused on the victor who clearly was more broken than he was showing. The world seemed to be taking good souls from them all and all they could do was hold on tight to one another and pray that everyone they know is safe. Oasis knew of the evil in the world, the capitol was one of them, her father was another. Evil seemed to find it's way to the good and strong, only breaking them to the pieces that everyone sees to that day.

Kirito's voice reached her ears and she just frowned. Medical was their job and it felt like it was nonstop with the crisis that had occurred before them, yet this was all too soon. The victor shouldn't have came if he was like this. Oasis could see the grief in every part of the way he moved and spoke. Grief stuck to Kirito Miristioma like it was natural. Oasis worked in the pysch ward for a long time, reading people was her specialty and Kirito hid it well, but her eyes knew the signs by heart. Everything screamed that Kirito needed something. She spoke kindly to him, "No, we don't need you back there. I.. I just wanted to check on you, Mr. Miristioma." The blood was all cleared or scabbed up on Kirito's knuckles, which was good. Oasis knew that Kirito was breaking from the pressure of saving lives day in and day out. The Tuson daughter was getting tired too, but her job was never done. Oasis Tuson was there not to just check up on Kirito, but to watch him and see if she can help the victor who was clearly not okay. Her voice was calm and steady, "Kirito. You and I both know you are not okay. I know this is a little weird coming from someone you just met a little bit ago, but if you need anything, just ask."

[Arrows]

A storm, that is what life is. A constant raging hurricane with its teeth bared dripping with the blood of its victims. From such a young age Kirito had been bitten by the darkness that was death yet he remained tether loosely to the storm of life. Forced to persevere through its violence and its unending hunger. Kirito had starved himself, yet he didn't crumble. Kirito had killed others as well, yet he did not wish for more to die. He had spent his life time persevering through the wretched storm but it came with the worst toll. With every step Kirito took resulting in his own heart beat's continuation he blasted by lightning. First his Father was stolen from him. Then nearly his Mother followed by twenty three children he helped slaughter. And now Iain was taken in the cost of Harbinger's survival. Life, leashed by the wretchedness of Snow himself, was the worst storm of all time. But still Kirito stayed breathing with his heart still thumping along... but why? Kirito knew why.

All this time Kirito had an anchor. A person to push the darkness that lived within him aside. A person to keep him standing when his knees were weak. Before the Games it was Ikaia who he had forged a connection through sinister sins that Kirito would never regret. Would never forget the sensation he once felt when their lips touched. Yet once the games were over and Ikaia broke off Kirito's chain to him Kirito was thrown up into the winds of the hurricane. Kirito found strength in Katelyn and Harbinger but he wasn't sure it was enough to keep him shackled, especially since Iain's death had exposed Kiri's true existence even long after his games. Kirito just longed for someone he could reach out for again and they would anchor him to the ground while they pushed away the darkness. At the age of nineteen Kirito was suppose to be a man however with this issue he felt like a boy. 

So when Oasis' voice reached his artificial ears he lifted his sullen gaze to her determined eyes and he saw something he hadn't seen in what felt like millenia. He saw hope and a fire burning as brightly as it once had in Ikaia's eyes. Kirito did not know what that would mean but what he did know is that it meant she really did care. A trait long deserted in Panem. "You're right. I'm not okay. I haven't been okay since my blade ended Rowan Combe's life. I wasn't okay when I watched Rhyme die. When I burned Imp. Killed Orion and Wyatt. When they finally took me home. When my brother deserted me. Even when I brought Harbinger home I wasn't okay. Iain's death reminded me of that. And I will never be okay as long as the Capitol keeps stealing the lives of those they shouldn't. However, all I want is to get back to contempt. To get back the shard of happiness and of hope in the future I once had. And to leave this darkness I have fallen into. Now I don't really know you Oasis Tuson, but thank you for being the first person besides Katelyn, Harbinger, or Navya to ask in a long, long time. It gives me some hope that there is a brighter tomorrow. I just have to find it." As Kirito felt awkward silence filling the chasm of the room he stood from the couch and walked to the tent's enterance before looking back at her. "I know its late, but would you like to join me for a walk? I have never really seen the Ocean, swelled or not."

Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

The night always was the one thing that gave her hope through everything. Through all the abuse that had happened, through the loss of life, through her brother's breaking, and through everything she still holds onto that hope that lights up the night sky. People once feared the dark, until the moon shined upon the people giving hope that the night wouldn't be the end of their lives. Oasis held onto the stars and bright lights with all of her might and that's why she had strength and compassion. The sky and experiences gave her the ability to believe she can change the world. Even if it is just one person. Kirito's eyes studied hers and she knew that he was looking for the one thing she had. Hope. Oasis was just one of the people all across Panem that had hope for a better day, a better tomorrow, and a better future. Oasis Tuson had so much hope inside of her that the moon seemed to be her biggest ally.

Kirito began on a whole speech that was empowering to him and she could feel the hope burn through him even if it was just for that moment. A smile pulled at her cheeks and her hand flowed comfortably through her own hair. An awkward silence formed in the tent, but Kirito broke it with an offer of going on a walk. Oasis had never seen the beach either. The ocean was nothing but a myth in District Six, yet they all knew it existed. Something within her felt on fire as she watched the nineteen year old man. A fire of hope that she was doing the right thing for everyone. She smiled and spoke, "Of course. I'd take a walk with you any day if you asked. I've never seen the ocean either." She followed right next to Kirito heading towards the beach. Thoughts ensuing her mind. Kirito lost the one thing that was holding him down and she was determined to anchor him to the land below. Thoughts that wanted to come out were coming out of her mouth. "There's always hope for a better tomorrow. I don't think I would have made it through life without thinking there was hope for a better tomorrow. I certainly know my brother wouldn't have made it without hope. Kirito, there's always hope. Just look at District four right now. A natural disaster had occurred and people have lost friends, family, and neighbors. Yet they all come together to help one another through it all. Hope is everywhere. Hope is the one thing that I hold onto. If District Four can make it, so can you Kirito." A speech that she just got stuck into was over. The moon shined down giving light to the surface below. A sense of hope filled her within and she continued her march with Kirito Miristioma to a place that she had never seen. A place that would give her even more hope in the world.

[Arrows]

The cool breeze which winded through the locks of Kirito's brown hair was something so much different than what eleven had during this time of year. Just the thought of every step leading Kirito to a place he had heard of from books and stories sent an old feeling though his bones. Excitement, and dare he even think happiness? For some reason Kirito didn't quite understand was why Oasis seemed to make him so much calmer. Why her presence made all the troubles and the sorrows he was facing seem light years away. Why he didn't hear a single word of Kiri rising out of the hellish pit from which he was formed. As much as Kirito wished he wouldn't have to admit it, he actually had a sense of hope for the future. Up until this moment Kirito never truly believed a better tomorrow could grace the denizens of the Districts but on this night with Oasis keeping him steady just with her few words and her presence he did. In fact, Kirito could see a happier life for himself in the future and perhaps a place where his worries were much smaller than who lives and who dies. But for now Kirito knew that was exactly his life, however Oasis had a way of making it seem like that wasn't so. 

As Oasis spoke so passionately about the hope that she saw in all of the world Kirito took in the exact catstrophe she was speaking of. He saw all the death and destruction, and before setting out with Oasis tonight that is all he would have saw. All he did see, just another act of heartbreak and sadness for humanity to handle. Yet now he saw the hope of what the District could become, and it was all thanks to her. To a girl from the same District he had stopped from winning just three years ago. The very same district he had wronged by murdering one of their own. Kirito was surprised at how the world worked and he couldn't help but wonder if it all was some cruel joke. However, on the inside Kirito could tell it wasn't and for that he actually smiled, a thing so foreign it actually felt alien when it stretched across his face. 

"You know, you're right. I think I might just be able to after all." Kirito said as he looked her straight in the eyes. "And its because of you." Then as Kirito felt her gaze baring into his soul he smiled once more and turned back to look ahead of them when he realized they now stood a top a bluff. Below them was the ocean's waters illuminated by the brilliance of the moon. "Before tonight I would have just seen murderous waters with nothing but darkness lying silent beneath the waves. But tonight I see an ocean filled with life and the resources to give life back to District Four and to Panem. Just like people it has its dark moments like this but it always goes back to being the giving ocean it was before. I think I am ready to start going back to being the person I was before I let the Games change me. Before I let Snow rip away my senses. Screw President Snow, this is my life to live, not his to destroy. And once again its all thanks to you I feel this way. You are a blessing I didn't think the world still gave out Oasis. I don't know what awful things happened to you and I can tell things did, but I can also tell they made you who you are. Which is one of the strongest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even if we have only known each other for a day." Kirito said finishing with a gentle laugh to float against the salted breeze. 

Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

The ocean breeze felt comforting on her face. The cool breeze caressing her face gently like the hand of the dying woman that she had lived with for years. The memory of the woman who raised her after her mother died flows through her mind. The ocean felt comforting, just like the woman who raised her since mother had died. The breeze gave her a comfort that she hadn't felt in a long time. Though, Kirito gave her a comfort that she hadn't felt in an even longer time. Her walls were down and she could be vulnerable. The tough girl act didn't have to be put up in front of the victor. The walls that held her down were gone in that moment. Oasis Tuson felt peaceful and felt like she could let go for the moment.

Kirito's smile was something that made the world light up around him. A rare sight to behold in person. The brown eyed victor looked better than what she remembered seeing on the television. That's when she heard Kirito talk about how she was a blessing and her father's words rang through her head, "Oasis, you're a waste of space. You deserve every bruise I give you." The words echoed through her head, but they felt weak and meant nothing now. Someone as important as Kirito Miristioma told her that she was a blessing upon the world. A laugh came bursting out of her as Kirito ended what he wanted to say. Her hand brushed her hair back to let the wind take it and flow through the ocean's breeze and watch the water below.

A smile appeared on her face and she spoke sweetly, "Thank you, Kirito. We may have only known each other for a day, but you're much more fascinating and helped me in certain ways too. Thank you. I may be a blessing, but so are you Kirito. Everyone is a blessing in their own ways. Every single person matters and every single person is a blessing to someone else." The smile she gave him was wide and filled with happiness. Her eyes face towards the sea again. Waves slowly crashing on the shore. The smell a new reminder of a man who she felt safe around that wasn't her brother. The victor was so easy to trust for her. The look he had when he was trying to save the man really gave her a feel for how Kirito Miristioma really was. A man who cared for everyone. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve. She spoke again, "You know what Kirito? I think you should smile more. It's a good look for you."

[Arrows]

As foreign as the stretching sensation of the smile which currently illuminated Kirito's olive skinned face against the pale kiss of the moonlight, he didn't wish for it to end. Kirito wanted this night, this moment, to last for eternity. Here with her Kirito was free from the shackles of sorrow that tormented his every waking moments. He didn't have to think of how Ikaia hated him or how many people had fallen dead before his eyes. The blood that tainted Kirito's hands didn't see so thick. In fact Kirito could see them now, shimmering in the lunar radiance with their beautiful smiles carved upon the stars. Rhyme as glorious as ever with a look of encouragement erupting from her eyes. Circe with the urge of bravery to keep Kirito strong. Elya with the reminder to focus on what really mattered, hell they each only had one eye after all to look forward with. Even Key stood shining beside them, oh how Kirito missed their smiles. Yet he adored the way Oasis' lips curled into her own breath taking smile. 

Kirito's eyes as they had done numerously throughout the night fell upon the beauty which was Oasis. Saw the amazingness that was the way her hair flowed like rivers. Saw the hope that was bound into the orbs of light which were her eyes. Every part of her captivated Kirito's senses while also blinding him from the things that hurt. With just one night she was able to return things so precious to him, hope, peace, and happiness. These were things Kirito thought were forever casted far from his reach. Things produced by fables and myths, but with her anything was possible. In just a single night she had done all this for him and now he found himself wondering what a life time could bring. Or at least another year longer. Kirito didn't want to ever have to say the word goodbye to her, he was never very good at farewells. 

The ever enchanting sound of Oasis' voice pulled Kirito from his thoughts as a light layer of pink appeared upon his cheeks with the arrival of her compliment. "Thank you, its a thing I haven't done much of since I survived. However it seems that I can never stop smiling when I am with you. I guess your own beautiful smile must be contagious." As Kirito's chesire grin sent a feeling of butterflies flying through his gut he bowed then held a hand out to her. "Would you like to dance? I know there isn't any music but on a night as lovely as this with the moonlight shining so brightly I can't help but feel the urge. Don't worry if you don't know how by the way, I am rather pathetic myself." As Kirito's proposal ended he felt his heart racing in anticipation. Kirito knew dancing wasn't the funnest thing in the world but he hoped it would give them more time together. Along with the opportunity for Kirito to learn whatever pieces of her past she wished to share with him. 

Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

The night sky was gorgeous. Stars twinkling like the lights of the districts below adds a new sensation to her emotions. The world felt safer than it had been before. People say there is always a calm before the storm, but in that moment Oasis felt there was also a calm after the storm. A calm of happiness and hope spreading through the world. Brown hair flowing with the wind and the smile that Kirito and her had were both genuine in nature. The man was handsome in all ways that she could think. Courageous, brave, kind, and a passionate soul. The man in front of her wasn't someone she would expect to harm a fly if she didn't already know he was a victor. Kirito looked and was a good man from what she could tell so far. His brown eyes and contagious smile were two things she enjoyed seeing. The victor in front of her wore his heart on his sleeve and she held her heart behind walls and walls for the fear of being broken again.

This night, Oasis let her walls down. Caring words and happiness flowed through her. The district needed help, but who knew she could help not just the District, but also a victor suffering a heartbreaking loss. Oasis never kept up much with the games, except for a few of the main things here and there, which ended up coming in handy now. District Eleven held mysteries that she wanted to find out about and by this point she had figured out that most of District Eleven was kind, if they were anything like Kirito was. A smile forms again on her face as she stares into the face of a man who has suffered time and time again. She knew he deserved more from the world, but the question was, could she help him find the things he deserves.

Kirito's words made her smile. "You're path...." The words seem to fade away from her mind when she's around him. Words of her broken past seem to flutter away from her brain and only one thought gets through to her. "Dance Oasis. Dance with him." Kirito had blushed at her comment and that just made her laugh on the inside on how cute he looked. A smile forms on her face again as she speaks, "Sure, Kirito. Though, my brother would say I have two left feet." Memories of trying to learn how to dance for parties and having her brother teach her how to dance. Rafe always stepping back to get his feet stepped on as he would try to lead her. A smile from the memory appears and then she's nervously reaching a hand out to Kirito Miristioma, a man who makes her feel safer than she has felt in a long time. The moon glimmers against the water and the impromptu night dance begins.

[Arrows]

"Come here boys and dance with me."  Ma said softly as a smile illuminated across her lovely young face. Kirito's Father sat on the couch laughing with a smile of his own stretched across his lips. With vibrant giggles the seven year old twins raced over to their Ma. One at a time she held them gently within her arms and swayed to the rythm of the old radio. Each time Kirito felt his Ma take him up in her hands and they moved ever so gently with the music he felt happy. So many years of hunger Kirito remembers facing yet they were once filled with happiness. After Father died Kirito's Ma never danced again, it hurt her too much, it hurt them all too much. However, since Kirito's victory he has had to dance many more times than once. Yet each time never felt the same, there was no happiness embedded within the hearts of the participants. It was just meaningless movements followed by meaningless phrases all intended to pick Kirito's young victor mind. But this time was different. As he held Oasis firmly but gently within his arms he actually felt warmth within his veins. He actually felt like he was dancing with someone he cared about again, and for what Kirito could tell he was. 

Letting a small smirk appear upon his cheeks Kirito began to lead Oasis to the same waltz his Ma had taught him so many years ago. As Oasis spun softly in the salted breeze he found himself overcome once again with her beauty outlined by the embrace of the moon. With every step so closely pressed against when another that they took Kirito felt lifted ever higher off the Earth. For the first time in a horrid decade of suffering Kirito felt no pain or sadness. All around him the stars danced with them. He watched as they followed their steps and at the same time he paid close attention to his dancing parter. Who he found much better than a woman with two left feet as she claimed only moments earlier. 

"You see?" Kirito said with another genuine grin "You aren't half bad after all."  Then as Kirito continued to look into her breath taking eyes he found the courage to use his voice again. "So tell me about yourself, anything. It can be about you or your past but you choose. I won't ever force you to tell me anything you don't wish to. Yet I would love to know just who Oasis Tuson really is besides a beautiful woman filled with a heart of hope." As Kirito's words ended he returned to focusing more on the dance as he began to wish that they could spend the rest of the night dancing. Then perhaps, they would never have to worry again. 

Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games

[Tom]

Writing Thinks "Says"

Rafe would be so proud of Oasis if he saw her. The way she felt free and able to move with Kirito's lead. Dancing to her was letting yourself feel safe with someone and she's only felt safe with three other people before, Rafe Tuson, Mama, and their neighbor. The Tuson girl hadn't felt this alive since she found out her good for nothing abusive father had been taken away from them to be held somewhere other than near her. Life was beginning to feel bearable and much more calmer since things have eased away. Oasis wasn't a woman who had to wall up everything she felt. Her heart could be open and her voice could be heard. Oasis didn't have to hide in fear of the man who would hit her, pull her hair, or even try to cut her. For once in many years, Oasis was free.

The stars seemed to spin as she spun in tune with Kirito's every move, almost like two perfect gears just rotating perfectly together. Oasis felt herself melt into Kirito's arms. No man has been this close to her without her feeling uncomfortable, but Kirito made her feel perfectly. Her body felt on fire, burning her insides and a feeling of bliss flowing through her. The dance was one Rafe had taught her and luckily she did or else the night wouldn't be perfect. The smirk on Kirito's face just adds a slight blush to her cheeks and she lets it happen out of the walls of her protection. Kirito's voice sounds heavenly to her and alls she manages is a chuckle to come forward. Her voice feels nice on the cool night's air, "I guess I am better than I thought I was." Oasis smiled her genuinely contagious smile back at Kirito.

The salty breeze of the ocean makes Kirito's voice sound lovely to her and that's when she hears his question about her past and how she became to be Oasis Tuson. A smile formed on her face. Her past was a dark tale that she wouldn't want to speak up about, not to a person she only met a day ago, even if he was quickly breaking down the walls that she built. She spoke softly from within and let out some of the things about her, "You want to know about me, Oasis Tuson. Well, there isn't much to know. I have a younger brother who actually seems more like the older one from what he's had to teach me over the years. I had a mom and a dad, but my mom died and my father errrr... disappeared? Long story. I'd rather not speak about him. My brother and I grew up with our neighbor who was pretty much like a grandmother to us. My brother was a nurse before I became one. My brother and I have survived through multiple people we know dying from disease to even the Hunger Games. Our grandmother, the neighbor died and then Rafe's sort of crush Sonja was reaped and he went through some stuff and I had to take over. I've been running our house pretty much all by myself. I'm not really all that interesting really. I just know when life knocks you down, you gotta get back up and try again, even if it's the hardest thing to do. I work as a nurse now, hence why I am here and working with you. And that's basically the short version of a long story in general. How about you handsome? I wanna know about your past before becoming the victor we all know and love today. If it's okay with you." The smile was genuine, but her insides felt cold again.

The past was something she talked rarely about because she was always wanting to push forward. Life got hard for her, but now she was pushing through and moving easily through life without so much as a bother from the past. Some days were harder than others, but for her, everything would be good. Oasis Tuson knew how to handle her life better than most people did. The dance was calmer now for her and she felt at ease with Kirito. If she felt free now, imagine how she would feel with longer than just a day. What could happen in a month? A year? a lifetime? Everything was going fast, but she needed to just relax and enjoy the moment that she was in because you never know when something is going to happen. And something always did happen, but Oasis Tuson would get through it and if it involved Kirito and Rafe, they both would too. Life was filled with negativity, but Oasis always found the Oasis within the negativity where positivity grew.