ghosts from the past {zoe}
Feb 19, 2020 14:54:14 GMT -5
Post by pup on Feb 19, 2020 14:54:14 GMT -5
The days had been a whirlwind. The interview, session after session with trainers. Stares from others at my leg. It feels like weeks since I called out, to volunteer, to let myself be taken to this intricately designed building meant to make our deaths more of a spectacle. I spent most of my time just wandering anyways, seeing a large piano, the stars on the roof, the row after row of food that will simply go to waste there's no way twenty-four kids could eat that much food.
My anger at the waste of food, at the intricacies and money that was spent on it while people starved in seven was misdirected. There was nothing I could do. I might as well just accept the fact that they're setting me up for a nice funeral at least.ugh, im an idiot. why did i do this to myself.
Then, I found a room labelled Theatre. I had heard about movie theatres before. There were none near me in seven, just one at the district square with prices only the socialites could afford. Georgi would probably have been able to afford it had she lived in seven, but I had only just met the girl from three. Her entire demeanor screamed money. Something I never would be able to understand. She's too kind for a life of luxury. The capitol wasn't.
I entered the room to see a dark setup. Rows of padded chairs lined the room, facing a screen. As I walk closer, the screen brightens to life, turning on at my command. An avox stands nearby, as they are in every room. He averts his eyes from the screen as it brightens. I grimace. I can't bring myself to try talking with them. Every time I do, all I can imagine is my tongue being ripped out of me. Instead I just nod at him, giving him a sympathetic look. He probably didn't even do anything wrong.
He gestures for me to take a seat, and points out a remote sitting on one of the chairs. I grab the remote and take a seat, sinking down into the padding. I look at the screen, flipping through the options. Something becomes apparent very quickly. He hands me a bag of something, they're labelled popcorn with red and white stripes lining the bag. I take one and pop it into my mouth. It's buttery savor was something I had never tased before. I cough as something in it scratches my throat. I take another look at them, they're just large puffs of flavor.
All games. The ghosts of the past. I scroll through decade after decade. I wonder what it must have been like when time began to be measured in a series of hunger games.
Immediately, I move through and reach the 73rd. The cover advertising it has Justice Fray's perfectly sculpted features staring out of the screen. I'm about to click on it and look until I find Iris, somewhere, anywhere. But I can't bring myself to do it. It's too much. I can't see her kind eyes turn to those filled with insanity all over again. I can't scare myself into knowing how that will happen to me if I don't die immediately.
I sigh, and scroll all the way back to the beginning.
The title just says 1. A picture of someone I can't place is on the cover. Probably a victor long dead.
I click on it, and it begins to play, the seal of Panem filling the screen with the anthem playing in the background.
Then, the door opens. I turn, squinting from the light from outside mixing with the light from the screen. "Hey," I said, trying to discern who it is, "Want to join me? I'm having a movie night." I gesture with the bag of popcorn at her, offering her some.
My anger at the waste of food, at the intricacies and money that was spent on it while people starved in seven was misdirected. There was nothing I could do. I might as well just accept the fact that they're setting me up for a nice funeral at least.
Then, I found a room labelled Theatre. I had heard about movie theatres before. There were none near me in seven, just one at the district square with prices only the socialites could afford. Georgi would probably have been able to afford it had she lived in seven, but I had only just met the girl from three. Her entire demeanor screamed money. Something I never would be able to understand. She's too kind for a life of luxury. The capitol wasn't.
I entered the room to see a dark setup. Rows of padded chairs lined the room, facing a screen. As I walk closer, the screen brightens to life, turning on at my command. An avox stands nearby, as they are in every room. He averts his eyes from the screen as it brightens. I grimace. I can't bring myself to try talking with them. Every time I do, all I can imagine is my tongue being ripped out of me. Instead I just nod at him, giving him a sympathetic look. He probably didn't even do anything wrong.
He gestures for me to take a seat, and points out a remote sitting on one of the chairs. I grab the remote and take a seat, sinking down into the padding. I look at the screen, flipping through the options. Something becomes apparent very quickly. He hands me a bag of something, they're labelled popcorn with red and white stripes lining the bag. I take one and pop it into my mouth. It's buttery savor was something I had never tased before. I cough as something in it scratches my throat. I take another look at them, they're just large puffs of flavor.
All games. The ghosts of the past. I scroll through decade after decade. I wonder what it must have been like when time began to be measured in a series of hunger games.
Immediately, I move through and reach the 73rd. The cover advertising it has Justice Fray's perfectly sculpted features staring out of the screen. I'm about to click on it and look until I find Iris, somewhere, anywhere. But I can't bring myself to do it. It's too much. I can't see her kind eyes turn to those filled with insanity all over again. I can't scare myself into knowing how that will happen to me if I don't die immediately.
I sigh, and scroll all the way back to the beginning.
The title just says 1. A picture of someone I can't place is on the cover. Probably a victor long dead.
I click on it, and it begins to play, the seal of Panem filling the screen with the anthem playing in the background.
Then, the door opens. I turn, squinting from the light from outside mixing with the light from the screen. "Hey," I said, trying to discern who it is, "Want to join me? I'm having a movie night." I gesture with the bag of popcorn at her, offering her some.
✨ zozo.
