it's a crazy life {yoya | blitz}

[Knuckles]

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oblivion reigns

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Being here walking through the halls of the training center is rough, and it's starting to take a toll. Everywhere she turns, Oblivion is reminded of the cruel world she's living in. This exact moment is a living nightmare, and from the time she was young, these dreams woke her up in the middle of the night with screams bursting through her lips. Mom and dad never understood, yet they always comforted her and offered her a sense of peace and hope and told her it was okay to go back to sleep, but here it's entirely different.

Every step through the hall echoes through her mind as her heart prances inside. It's a scary place. People dressed in such strange attired, and Oblivion can't even bring herself to look at them. Trembling hands press firmly against the walls just outside the actual gym, and she's unable to bring herself to open the door. The last several hours have been spent carrying around a weapon she never dreamed of using, and now she just needs to escape.

A lump forms in the back of her throat making it hard to breathe. Even catching her breath becomes more and more impossible, yet she turns to walk away. A single tear runs down the side of her face as she leans against the wall. Her entire life has turned upside down, and she's trying her best to live without a care in the world. Soon she's on the ground with her knees drawn to her chest and her forehead resting on top of them.

Sometimes a break is needed, and that's the only way possible to escape if just for a moment.

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Whenever I trained with weapons in the training center, they felt... off. Like they were off balanced or the grip didn't feel right. It might just be me never touching an actual weapon before, but something seems off about them. Maybe it's the fact that I would have to kill a fellow tribute in a few days with one of those. Maybe it's because I'm disoriented and simply terrible at using them. I don't know. Whatever the reason, I don't like them.

After a few hours of many failed attempts of hitting targets with throwing knives and axes, I give up and head back to my room. Right before leaving, I put my hands in my pockets and feel a lump that shouldn't be in there. Huh. I wonder what that is. If I didn't remember it, it must not have been that important. I toss it at the object near the doorway without giving it a second look until I heard it hit the floor. I GUESS i should pick it up...

I pick up the ball of I know now is a bunch plastic wrappers and almost toss it at the same object before I realize it's another person. "Oh, ripred, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were there. Are you okay?" I feel like it might be a little too late for sorry, but it was only one mistake. Whatever happens, happens, right?

[Knuckles]

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oblivion reigns

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Sometimes her mind wanders in different directions desiring the chance to change the world, but right now all she can do is change herself. Being invisible away from the rest of the world so that nobody sees her - not many understand the life of an introvert from district one.

She draws her knees tighter towards her chest as she tries her best to stay out of the sight of anyone around, yet it's still hard to breathe, and she's rocking back and forth unable to do anything on her own. Each breath rattles through her lungs before catching in the back of her throat.

It's only when something hits her that she realizes she's not alone.

A female stands apologizing for throwing trash at her, and Oblivion doesn't even say a word. It's a crazy life, and she's simply a piece of garbage waiting for someone to take out.

"It's fine." The words enter the air with a shrug of her shoulders. "I've always been invisible. Might as well stay that way."

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