welcome home | teddy + ky
Apr 19, 2020 22:15:14 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Apr 19, 2020 22:15:14 GMT -5
k y .
"Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home."
Ten years.
Ten years since he'd been back and he still didn't get why his mom thought it was time to return. Stepping back onto the train in One brought back so many weird memories. He remembered it all vaguely, the breath of memory on his brain. Gold threaded through the carpet and chocolates dusted with gold on a mahogany table for the journey and the world flying past them at unnatural speeds.
A little boy sat at the back of the carriage, hands pressed on the glass f the window, forehead resting, watching the world go by. He blinked and he was gone again, just a memory.
At first, it hadn't been so bad. The tributes and past victors were the main attraction after all, and Ky was just a face in the crowd for so many. For his first few days, he thought everything would all be fine. His mom had told him to stay inside and Ky had respected that for the most part. She hadn't called the roof off limits and it wasn't long before he found himself up there, the memory of a game he had played long ago with lights flashing on and off filling his brain.
People came by to see Opal and he vaguely recognized some of them from when he was little, but mostly he knew them all from their games reruns and that he'd watched in secret. Opal had always been nervous about him watching the games since seeing his father die on tv had rendered him mute. Still, Ky didn't like being kept in the dark. He knew the name and face of every victor in the building, not liking to be caught unaware.
After the first few days of keeping to himself, Ky realized that no one was going to bother him. His father had died seventeen years ago, he had to nearly be forgotten. Surely no one would even remember him anyway, he was just that quiet kid that had clung to Opal's dress when they'd had to come before. He was hardly interesting, if anything, everyone would be worried about the games and his mom.
So on day three he took a black bomber jacket from the closet and a black cap and pulled it low over his head. If anyone saw him, they would hardly look twice. Despite everything, he needed some air. The treadmills in the victor's gym could only take him so far and a few minutes of fresh air on the roof every night was still stifling.
Opal was off somewhere anyway, he wouldn't even have to sneak out. Carefully, he made his way down the floors using the stairs and landed at an exit door at the bottom of the building. It opened into underground parking and Ky shoved his hands into his pockets and got through it quickly enough. It was all pretty easy, peacekeepers no longer had to worry about tributes trying to escape and the victors had always been pretty free to roam. They were just there to keep the media out.
It wasn't long before he found himself in a park. The gardens were beautifully sculpted and Ky stopped for a moment, studying the rows of bushes trimmed carefully to create beautiful animals. It was an odd thing to see. Back home, everyone was so focused on survival that you didn't really see things like that. He moved on quickly, knowing that the longer he stood in one spot, the more likely it was that someone might recognize him.
He found himself at the top of a bustling street. Shops lined it and people moved between each one, darting in and out like wasps, bags bundled in their hands. He blinked, chest tightening from the sudden onslaught of people. The only time that one was this busy was during the reapings, the worst day of the year.
Ky pulled his hat down lower and entered the street, determined to do at least something instead of just running back, tail between his legs. Not many people got this kind of opportunity and Ky didn't want to come back from the Capitol to say that he'd just sat inside for a week. The street was loud and happy, the scent of food cooked in little carts on the side of the street filled his nose and shop windows were lit with the latest fashions.
He stopped to stare at a mannequin draped in what appeared to be just layers and layers of fishing net and was so consumed in the strangeness of the clothing item that when someone walked right into him, he didn't react fast enough. Ky found himself on the ground, pals scratched and hat lying beside him. "Oh goodness, I'm so sorry dear," came a voice attached to a proffered hand, "I was so busy talking I didn't see you the- Ky? Ky Earnest?"
"KY EARNEST!"
They swarmed to him, a queen in a rotting hive and Ky found himself bombarded with questions.
"Is it true you've been held captive the last ten years? Is it true your mother chained you up in the basement? Have you been to your father's grave? Do you have a girlfriend yet? What's your favourite colour? Why haven't you been back for ten years? Why hasn't Opal?"
Hands reached out from every direction and Ky backed up, hands in front of him, "Please, I-" he said, questions pouring on him quickly without them even waiting for an answer as if they just wanted to say them. A camera light flashed, then another and Ky squeezed his eyes shut, disoriented.
"Do you resent your father? How did you feel when you found out how he died? Do you like the Capitol? What's your favourite dish to eat? You're so handsome! do you think you take after Potato or Opal the most?"
"Please! I just ne-" Ky gasped, his voice totally lost to the crowd. He looked around desperately for some sort of escape but there were people packed so closely around him he couldn't even move. His heart was beating too fast, there were too many lights, smells, people. There were so many people. Where had they all come from? He raised his arms above his head, covering his face and cowering, desperate.
"Are you going to volunteer next year?"