hey, dark eyes {cass/arx}
Jun 4, 2016 15:54:51 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jun 4, 2016 15:54:51 GMT -5
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I threw up twice on the journey to the Capitol.
On any other day, in any other circumstances, I might have worried that I was pregnant, but today that thought only fills me with a sour amusement. If only. I've watched the re-runs of old tributes, premature babies torn right from their arms as they're forced onto their podiums, and they never illicit favour from the syrup-hearted spectators. As it was, however, the sickness was caused simply by toxic, twisting, bile-flavoured anxiety, rolling up and down my throat like the caterpilla tracks of a tank. The ending tendrils of my usually perfect hair stink of vomit now, as I gaze at my shaken form in the bathroom mirror. The logical half of my brain spurns my body for letting my situation get so out of hand, and then the rest of me fights right back. You started this by acting without proper thought. Inside me the storm continues to rage as I wash my mouth one more time and carefully pat my unblemished chin dry on a towel.
As hard as I try, the events leading up to taking my place on the stand alongside my partner and our brand new entourage remain intangible, like coloured light filtering through a dirty stained-glass window. Did I wake up alone, or with another by my side? Did I eat? Yes - pulses, I just saw evidence of that. Whatever happened before the doors to the Justice Building closed behind me, however, no longer matters. My life begins now.
Opal Earnest is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met - including any of the doll-painted Capitolites I saw the last time I was there. There's a thought I hadn't considered yet - going home, truly. Perhaps my parents will be there. Standing face to face with my mentor, I cast this thought away, as I know it will only make me sick again, and I have a reputation to begin building. Like I have done my whole life, it is time to reintroduce myself to a new community with the same evasiveness and mystery that I always hold. Like my mother taught me, smile only with your mouth, laugh softly and tread lightly, and ask two questions for every one that you're asked. I pull my shoulders back, mimicking the perfect stance of this beautiful woman, and gaze into her eyes-
And her eyes break me.
My disguise, that hermit shell of mystery I wrap closely around my soft flesh, falls away, but it isn't vomit that rises inside me this time, it's sobs. Her face warps dreamily behind my welling tears, and my shoulders shake uncontrollably. Here's my impulse, taking me over again. I no longer care about killing, I forget showing no weakness. All I want to do is let Opal, beautiful, sad-eyed Opal, see me for the girl that still existed inside The Woman. I know my District partner is behind another door somewhere nearby, but for now it's just me and Her. When my voice finally finds me, it's soft, and broken.
"Help me, Opal. Please, I'm scared."
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