The Bloodbath
Jun 23, 2018 9:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 23, 2018 9:04:28 GMT -5
{Ollie Brooke/Intro}
Another day. Another way. Another cage. A hygienic, pure environment coaxes her new, brief imprisonment. With no doubt it was recently crafted, untainted by former Tributes’ touches before they were raised to their certain demise - unlike the Capitol’s cage that was thickly coated by the pasts’ scents. A mark by the tiny Blonde was left in the the city behind, while there was no point in leaving one here. Solely tourist might view her stamp of existence here, if any at all. Though still her mind couldn’t help but wander to Bella’s experience in this exact moment a year past.
Had tears trailed down Bella’s cheeks in realization of what she’s been forced to leave behind? Unlike the numbness that’s currently enveloping her younger foster sister. Perhaps confidence coiled through the pack leader, a determination to return back to them? An assurance in self that the Blonde couldn’t absorb, even if she were capable of swallowing what was occurring. Or maybe she could relate to Ollie, in a blankness of realizing what was about to happen. There would be no asking Bella on how she reacted herself. And though Ollie couldn’t think of anything else, she wasn’t concentrating on what thing they surely did have in common - where they were both headed, whether now or then.
An entertaining ornament stands out amongst the plainness of the room, snapping Ollie from her vivid contemplation, her new attire. A golden puppy in adorable animation style presents as her onesie clothing for the next however long days. It’s a pajama she would have pleaded to have, would have been gifted with if money wasn’t an issue. And even now it slithers a grin across of her lips. There’s no doubt of the tainted soil soon to spread across the innocent outfit, while still she neglects the truth of the future. To her it’s at least a ray of shine amongst a darkened sky.
The golden hue matches her golden locks, and it’s fabric forms across her as if made especially for her - most likely because it was. And as if time was made for her as well, the sixty second warning ignites a moment after her attire suits her petite exterior. Realization sparks with the alarm, as her heart startles into a race of what’s to come.
An understanding collapses upon her every sense. Eyes enlarge in a plead to not be placed into this involuntary event. She had not wishes to be called at this year’s reaping. She had not enjoyed being shipped from her family. She did not desire any of this. But just as she had braved the rest, she faces this without a single protest. Her cage shrinks even further amongst her tunnel to the upcoming destruction, and her shoulders cower in her silent defense.
Darkness radiates before the light of true darkness emerges. A fairytale greets the naive, while the nightmare welcomes the rest. The youngest rattles somewhere in the middle - calmed by the magical aroma, and yet still quivering from the reality of it all. A new countdown begins. A countdown Ollie had hoped to solely endure upon a screen. A countdown that echoes for the start of a dangerous race. A countdown that breaches closer to the start of the end. A countdown that concludes now.
{Ollie Brooke Enters the Bloodbath}