Way Down We Go {Oblivion & Red// Ems}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

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Far too many distraction stroll about for the blaze of my rage to possibly continue. It may be utterly nauseating for the Capitol to be dressing me, feeding me, and controlling me like a damn puppet - but I’ve grown used to being a toy for another’s amusement. Being a plaything has became a tactic to survival, and now there was many beautiful Tributes to be a plaything for. Either have fun with them now, or fight with them later, and the latter was pure senseless if it can be avoidable. Plus with gorgeous attire now fitted to them, and the guts of their truths spilled out by an interview, this was surely not time to be wasted.

A blonde, with minor muscles compared to others from her District, occupies a corner as if attempting to shelter away from possible intrusions. The final interviews rested with my District, but time still ticked for us to be permitted back to our floors. And surely logic didn’t explain why this Blonde was hiding away. District One tributes have always been the life of the party, the most threatening of them all, and to no surprise the most alluring ones. Notes of memories flicker back to her interview that was no more than thirty minutes ago. Timidness reigned on her then to, her truth spilling far more than I would have permitted if in her shoes. Her story must be a fun one to dissect.

With the load of confidence I’ve desperately, successfully grasped on to so far, I approach her with a high head and gentle grin. The tip of my shoulder leans delicately upon the closest wall, while I study her briefly up close. “I don’t get it. Isn’t District One all about strength? If you’r family’s so awful to you, why didn’t you kick their asses instead of harboring all those emotions?” The extent of her home life with family didn’t breach very far, while it was obvious nonetheless. If she didn’t care about her Sister’s crude words, nor her parents’ awful absence, why bother speaking of it? And despite the tough District she derives from, a sweetness reigns her features despite.

“You seem too pristine to allow others to treat you like that. Why would you?” Venturing into the realm of women didn’t occur much for my Sister and I, while with this Blonde before me - I’m actually excited to.

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{Beautiful Table made by the Amazing Arrows <3}

[Knuckles]

'cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
sending SOS from this tiny box
and I lost all signal when I lifted up
now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot

Get away.

It's the only thing on her mind as Oblivion quickly exits the stage. Moving in the high heels is hard, and the fear of falling races through her mind. Trembling hands look for anything to grab ahold of, yet she's so far away. The applauses continues, and it's mimicking the frantic beats of her heart hammering behind her chest. Just the few moments of sitting in that chair took a toll on her, and now she wants nothing more than to find an escape.

Each breath catches in the back of her throat as tears threaten to flow from the corner of her eyes.

It's over. It's done.

Many do not understand the mind of an introvert, and now she needs a chance to recharge away from everyone. A chance to rest and relax, but here in the Capitol none of that is offered. Every single day she's forced into doing something when in all reality, Oblivion simply wants left alone.

With a heavy sigh she collapses into an abandoned corner trying her best to stay away from the rest of the world. People walk by, and sometimes they turn their gaze in her direction, but most of the time they just keep walking leaving her alone like she blends in perfectly with the wall, but that is not the case.

Just as she finishes taking her shoes off, the district twelve female approaches her. Every hair stands on end, and every single warning flag is flashing through her mind, and Oblivion wants to run away. All she wants is to get away. To escape to a place where nobody else is around.

Red speaks, and for a moment, Oblivion isn't sure where she's going with this. A lot hides inside keeping away from the human eye. Deepest darkest secrets sit awkwardly on the tip her tongue, yet her head slouches forward without a care in the world, and before she can speak, Red is talking again, and this time Oblivion's cheeks burn bright.

She's been called a lot of things in life, but never has someone said she's pristine.

"I don't like conflict. I would rather let the emotions build up inside of me until it's boiling over, and then I go find somewhere away from everyone else and just scream until they're all gone." Her voice is quiet as she raises her eyes from the floor to the lady that's standing in front of her. "That's the life of a doormat."

A heavy sigh leaves her chest as the words repeat themselves over and over through her mind.

"I just really want to get away from all these people. They're making me nervous." She draws her knees closer to her chest trying to remove everything from the world around her; "Do you know anywhere?" Wishful thinking, but maybe it's what she needs, and maybe it's the escape to find alone time away from the rest of the world.

Lyrics: Astronaut - Simple Plan
Table by Calla <3

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

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Further truth spills from the Blonde’s lips of uncertainty, as if desperate to relieve my questions from her tightened chest. It must have been a breeze for the interviewer to release the juicy information from her core. While still it’s often the enthusiasm of the delivery that draws in the audience far more than the truth of it, and this girl from One sounds to solely have the latter. Energy seems to be drained from her existence long before the killing’s even destined to begin, before the interview even took place, hell perhaps even before her name was called for this place. It appears that her family drained her life-force long ago, while now she merely blames it on her distaste for conflict.

Eyes widen slightly upon my features in disbelief, unable to grasp why anyone would accept mistreatment to avoid a dispute. Within the family of Stones, arguments spew between each and every one of us demonic offsprings - while we’d never dare to truly harm one another, physically nor mentally. Because with desperation, thievery, and illegal employment structuring our lives - we had more important tasks to complete than ruining each other. It had always been thrive together, or die alone. Some people have never faced such difficulties, never grew that second skin for thickness.

A rattle almost coaxes her voice as she wonders if I know of a place to go, that the stuffiness of people is too much for her. Gently I nod my head in respond, offering my hand to the one in need of assist. Our heels clack against the halls seemingly always cleaned to perfection. There’s no doubt my practice in heals reigns over most, while I slow without question or thought for her comfort and ease. And slowly but surely the overwhelming voices of the crowd begins to fade, until eventually nothing remains but the clack of those heels.

“Wow, this place is practically entirely different without the other Tributes.” Surprisingly I’m left in awe, as my voice echoes across the gymnasium that’s often far too packed to ever echo. A grin spreads across my cheeks, a sigh releasing past my lungs. “I was exploring the other day, and came across something…” When in truth I was just bored of training, and searching for a place to potentially make-out with another Tribute at some point - while instead something far more interesting caught my attention.

The closet is held open by my foot, while my hands search for a light amongst this blindness I’m not used to in the center of training. “Looks like some past Tributes left some carvings over the years.” I inform her off, hoping this’ll be a nice distraction from her troubles.

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{Beautiful Table made by the Amazing Arrows <3}

[Knuckles]

'cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
sending SOS from this tiny box
and I lost all signal when I lifted up
now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot

A frantic heart claws at her chest digging deeper into the bone with each passing second. Crowds are not her strong point in life, and now she's sitting here on the ground praying the people just go away.

Now she has options.

Red comes from district twelve, and sometimes fraternizing with the enemy can lead astray, but they've only just met. Surely having a friend to carry her through the games is worth fighting for. Yet she still wants to run, and her hands are shaking more, and it's almost impossible to hide them.

Relief flows through with the simple nod of Red's head.

Oblivion looks around unsure of what's going on or where things are going, but soon her hand is in the hand of the district twelve female, and they're running through the halls. All she hears is the clanking of the high heels with each step they take until it's almost impossible to move. Her feet are aching, yet she keeps going afraid this person will leave her behind like so many have done before.

Eyes dart from one side of the room to the other when Red speaks. This is the emptiest it's been since they arrived a few days ago, and all she can do is nod her head in agreement. It's much better standing here away from all the people. The tribute continues speaking, and Oblivion isn't sure she believes her, but the idea of stumbling across something sounds fun, and that's when she sees them.

Words carved into stone from tributes from a few games before.

For a moment her heart sinks realizing they paid the ultimate price because they live in such a cruel place. It's never fun. Never ending, and Oblivion wishes none of this had to happen.

"I never knew this exist." Keeping her voice quiet she continues looking around trying to figure things out. "I don't go exploring often. Most of the time I'm just in a corner watching everyone." Every emotion flees her body, yet the thud of her heart echoes through her head.

She lifts her gaze until she's looking at Red;

"I never paid much attention to the games to really know much about the people that have been in them. It's hard being from a career district when I don't carry that title with me." Her eyes drop towards the ground before she can stop them.

This isn't the time for a sob story, and she wants to take the words back, but she knows she can't. A heavy sigh leaves her chest as she lifts her gaze once more.

"I just wish I was worthy of something."

Lyrics: Astronaut - Simple Plan
Table by Calla <3