here at the party you came to alone /cas+sin
Feb 9, 2021 22:18:55 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Feb 9, 2021 22:18:55 GMT -5
S I N .
Everything was labelled in the dining room, dishes piled high with things that glistened under the warm lighting. Sin stared at it for awhile, hands in his pockets. There were some things he recognized, like bread, roast meat, obviously. There were also bowls overflowing with weird looking berries, stems draped over the edge of platters, bright green fruit intertwined with shades of red. Sin passed those, uncertain.
Even if he could read the labels, he didn't think he'd know what they meant. So he settled on an apple and three dinner rolls pushed carefully down into his pockets. Sin had always eaten like that, half for now and half for later just in case.
He stuck the apple in his mouth and sat down at a table on the eastern side of the room, back against the wall. An Avox approached him quickly, a jug of water in their hands and Sin tensed, protective of the apple now cupped in his hands. They filled his glass, looking anywhere but at him and moved on.
The water tasted like chemicals and it was too cold. He let it fall from his mouth back into the cup. He'd been poisoned before just so his sisters could test their antidotes out. Unless he drew the water himself, he didn't trust it.
Sin slipped a knife on the table in front of him up his sleeve, uneasy since the Peacekeepers had taken his pocket knife. Having lived in a specific way for most of his life, Sin was out of his element. he knew the hospital, he knew Twelve. Everything about the Capitol was too much.
He fell into watching the tributes, looking them over slowly as he nibbled on the apple core. It was routine for him to begin the search for a target. Who would be weak, easy to take out and bring to his sisters so that they could rip them apart like bad stitching.
Sin's eyes fell on a kid sitting alone only a few tables away. He hesitated when he moved, fingers brushing over everything in front of him too carefully, almost as if he couldn't fully see it. Sin leaned forwards a bit, suddenly intent. He could recognize easy prey when he saw it. A kid like that was a simple mark and with such a young body, his sisters would be pleased, his organs would fetch a good price.
"We don't do that anymore, Sin."
He winced slightly and then rubbed the back of his left hand absently. He'd forgotten himself again. It was easy to when his sense of self wasn't all there to begin with.
Sin watched the other kid's slow movements for the next few minutes. He thought about the woods in twelve, the deer he'd seen once as he'd been walking home, fingernails dirty, shovel over his shoulder. It'd paused when it had seen Sin, ears flicking back and forth as it caught the scent of blood in the air. The forest had held its breath, the bird song ended as he'd made eye contact. When Sin had been younger, when he didn't know better, he'd thought that the animal was god. But he'd grown older and he'd started carrying a slingshot and a hunting knife.
Someone like that didn't belong in the games.
Sin stood when the other kid did and bent his wrist to keep the knife from slipping out of his sleeve. Someone like him was best left behind, here, where it was still warm. It would be cruel to ignore that fact. So Sin decided to handle it in the same way he would have dealt with a wounded animal in the woods.
He followed him out of the dining hall, eyes trained on the back of his head.