it's your bed to lay in. {day6 leisure}

new

« Prev
1
Next »

ines izar d11a 🖤 cait
Veteran Member

1,399 POSTS

Pronouns: she/her
last seen Apr 19, 2024 8:33:05 GMT -5

if looks could kill

it's your bed to lay in. {day6 leisure} Dec 24, 2023 8:21:34 GMT -5

Quote

Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Dec 24, 2023 8:21:34 GMT -5

I’m never getting used to the smell of antiseptic, no matter how many times I end up in this cursed place.

Somehow, miraculously, I’d managed to get myself to the medical wing – heaven knows I needed supplies more than ever. But the encounter with Roe and the swimming for my life had essentially sucked all the fight out of me, leaving me as a sitting duck for the first person who happened to run past me.

Luckily, nobody had emerged out of the shadows to add another kill to their count yet, but it was only a matter of time until the others came down here with the same idea as me.

Four cannons fired today. I’d witnessed two of them in real time. I try not to think about who else has fallen. Who else is left to come hunting me.

Tigs’ voice is in my head as I quickly grab at a bundle of medicinal plants, and I’m turning to leave when I think I hear the echo of footsteps outside.

I freeze.

My hands shake. Unrelenting, they haven’t stopped since I ran away from the District Four suite.

“Is someone there?” Anyone? Because even though it’s my best chance of survival to be on my own, I can’t help but wish someone was right here with me to tell me everything was going to be okay. ‘Cause right now, it really doesn’t feel like it at all.

collects 2 bundles of med plants

and scavenges operating rooms

XQ9K0zKkuh1-10

9 | 5ft. bandages

DARS

1-10

Last Edit: Dec 24, 2023 8:24:34 GMT -5 by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.

lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah
Moderator

4,612 POSTS
Pronouns: She/Her
last seen May 3, 2024 18:36:57 GMT -5

#expensivetrash

it's your bed to lay in. {day6 leisure} Dec 25, 2023 4:01:48 GMT -5

Quote

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Dec 25, 2023 4:01:48 GMT -5

N E S S A
G A R N E R

His blood was on my skin. I look down at my hands, my fingers trembling as I take them in. It was caked beneath my nails, caught in the creases of my joints. It stained my flesh and I knew that it didnt matter how hard I scrubbed them that it would always be there, even if it wasn't visible. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers interlaced with mine, and I clench my fingers around that feeling, holding onto it as I push out of the technical room, only glancing over my shoulder once to the place where Emerson Emberstatt laid.

Dead.

His hands were crossed against his chest and I had done the best I could to clean off the blood from his face, but I had a feeling it was for me as much as it was for him, for him and his family. "I'll see you again," I whisper as the door closes behind me and I walk away.

With each step I feel my shoulder begin to curl in on themselves, and the tears that I had held back for him begin to fill my eyes before they freely started to fall down my cheeks. I wanted to say that I felt nothing, but I couldn't. I felt everything, I felt too much, and I felt as though my head was about to explode and I wasn't sure if I would be able to put it back together. I had sat with Emerson for a long while, we had both fallen silent and I knew that his was because his heart had stopped beating. But I had stayed and I had held his hand until his skin had gone as cold as ice and I could no longer stand the silence, or my screaming thoughts.

I forgive you. Emersons words push back against my screaming thoughts, desperate to break through, but they are overwhelmed. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. How? How could be forgive me? I killed him. That wasn't something you could just forgive. That wasn't something you could-

I forgive you.

A whimper escapes my lips and I move faster shoving open the doors to the med wing. Hold on to it, hold on so fucking tight, I remind myself, murmuring Emersons words like a prayer. "He forgives me, her forgives me, he forgives me. I'm okay."

Taking a deep shake breathe I round the corner and come face to face with Arcadia. "Arcadia," I breathe, unsure what to do. "What- I-" my words cut off as I take her in, really take her in. She looked like shit. Her body was littered with lacerations, blood soaking her uniforms, dripping onto the to white floor beneath her feet. "Oh my god," I breathe, taking a step towards her. "Your hurt- are you okay? I mean of course your not okay- your bleeding!"

A distraction. Thats what this was. A distraction from my thoughts, from what I had just done. A distraction that I leaned into, taking full advantage of.

"What happened?"

scavenges operating rooms 1-10
xNe7hPjiin1-3

picks up medplants

1-3

✮ UPAT ✮

ines izar d11a 🖤 cait
Veteran Member

1,399 POSTS

Pronouns: she/her
last seen Apr 19, 2024 8:33:05 GMT -5

if looks could kill

it's your bed to lay in. {day6 leisure} Dec 25, 2023 9:11:08 GMT -5

Quote

Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Dec 25, 2023 9:11:08 GMT -5

I swear, at this point I must have a tracking device stuck onto me somewhere. The number of times Vin and Nessa Garner have managed to locate my whereabouts is… suspicious. I cast a wary glance down at the watch on my wrist. It would probably be a smart idea to remove it, now that there were so few people remaining. But something about its familiar weight and the promise of connection makes it impossible to leave behind.

I think, of all the faces I could have seen, Nessa’s is the one that was mostly likely to loosen the heavy feeling in my chest. Even if only a little. Her shrill voice tickles my ears, and goosebumps rise across my skin in a strangely pleasant way.

“Oh my god– you’re hurt– are you okay– you’re bleeding–”

As if she’s not in the exact same position.

I’d hoped the water would have washed away most of the blood on my body, but apparently not, if Nessa’s horrified expression is anything to go by. The sigh expelled from my lips is as dramatic as they come. She doesn’t say it outright – she’s too kind and polite and probably a little frightened of how I might react – but I know I look like a hot mess.

“What happened?”

The bile rises in my stomach. Words stick in my throat. It’s so fucking stereotypical. I don’t want to be another kid of the Games paralysed by guilt and fear of turning into somebody they don’t recognise. I’d trained for this. I was better than that.

“Roe tried drowning me.” Short. Simple. Half truthful. It’s all I can bring myself to think about right now.

Roe hated me. Roe tried to kill me. I was protecting myself.

I take a few steps closer to Nessa, shaky on my feet, listening to the squelching sound of my footsteps across the tiled ground. I’d heard the cannons. I saw the blood on her sword. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that two and two equals four.

“What about you?” Are you okay? I want so desperately to ask her this, but I already know the answer. So I don’t waste my time waiting for her to lie to me. Instead, I crouch down in front of her and hold her hand gently in mine. For old times sake. We’re gonna be okay.

“I’m going to help you.”

And then I’m going to run away, and stay far away, and never see you again.

Vin replays in my mind, cast against the backdrop of the District Four suite.

But I can’t run from everyone.

And I can’t run forever.

DARS

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.