~Fair Well, So long~ (CLOSED, Post Reaping Thread)
Jul 5, 2011 12:57:43 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jul 5, 2011 12:57:43 GMT -5
The escort finished his speech and two peace keepers herded me and the boy tribute into the Justice building.
I had never been inside the justice building, I had only seen the outside at the time of reapings and executions. Neither of which were a good occasion. The inside was nothing like the grey dark walls on the outside. In the lobby there was a polished marble floor and dark granite walls; a green light lit the dark room, giving it an eerie mysterious feel. On the walls hung the paintings of all the past Presidents, the most recent being a image of young President Snow; whose black eyes seemed to follow you where ever you went.
At the far end of the lobby sat an oak wooden desk with a platinum blonde woman behind it who was scribbling away. As we made out way to the elevator which sat along the left wall, two people entered the building. One was a young woman the other a small little girl with a yellow coat on.
What an odd Reaping outfit I thought as the elevator doors closed. Just before they completely locked shut, the small girl turned to face us. Her crystal green eyes glistened at me, and then she was gone.
The elevator shot up suddenly, leaving my stomach far behind it but my mind was shouting in my ear. I couldn't forget the little girls face. It like she was still starring at me.. The elevator doors opened again, and we were herded down the corridor. One peacekeeper stuck by me while the other too the boy tribute into another room. Finally we stopped at a oak door, behind which was the room I'd be saying goodbye to my friends and family.
The peacekeeper opened the door and muttered forcefully “You have 1 hour” before he closed the door.
I looked round the room. It was covered in shelves with thousands of books lined neatly along them. I sat down on the red couch and waited.
It wasn't long before the door opened and my father ran in. He embraced me tightly as I began to cry again. I think I realized that I was going to die and never see him again, and I couldn't stand the thought of it. My tears soaked his brown jacket as he held me tightly like he used to when I was small and I'd been bottling up my feelings for days. Now this would be the last time we'd have this kind of intimacy. I could hear my fathers smoke damaged breath in my ears as the sobs rocked through me. Slowly he pulled back holding me by the shoulders.
“Ali........” he whispers sadly“look at me...”
I slowly looked up, the tears rolling down my cheeks, and into my fathers hazel brown eyes.
“You need to listen to me Ali......you can do this....I believe in you.......these games are brutal but you can to win this...............don't be afraid...”
But was afraid. I was terrified. I couldn't win the games, what was my father talking about? I was a weakling. I could never win these games. I was petrified. I had never even loved a man. And that scared me. My father knew his time was up because he shoved something in my hands before kissing my forehead.
“This was your mothers...she'd want you to have this as your token....”
I opened my had to see a small wooden shaped heart on the end of a piece of string. It was beautiful yet simple. I looked up at my father.
“I love you Daddy...” I sobbed resorting to child like ways.
He smiled weakly before leaving. I think he didn't say anything because there was nothing to be said. I knew he loved me, that's why he was still here. I watched as the door closed behind him and I waited to see if anyone else would turn up.
I had never been inside the justice building, I had only seen the outside at the time of reapings and executions. Neither of which were a good occasion. The inside was nothing like the grey dark walls on the outside. In the lobby there was a polished marble floor and dark granite walls; a green light lit the dark room, giving it an eerie mysterious feel. On the walls hung the paintings of all the past Presidents, the most recent being a image of young President Snow; whose black eyes seemed to follow you where ever you went.
At the far end of the lobby sat an oak wooden desk with a platinum blonde woman behind it who was scribbling away. As we made out way to the elevator which sat along the left wall, two people entered the building. One was a young woman the other a small little girl with a yellow coat on.
What an odd Reaping outfit I thought as the elevator doors closed. Just before they completely locked shut, the small girl turned to face us. Her crystal green eyes glistened at me, and then she was gone.
The elevator shot up suddenly, leaving my stomach far behind it but my mind was shouting in my ear. I couldn't forget the little girls face. It like she was still starring at me.. The elevator doors opened again, and we were herded down the corridor. One peacekeeper stuck by me while the other too the boy tribute into another room. Finally we stopped at a oak door, behind which was the room I'd be saying goodbye to my friends and family.
The peacekeeper opened the door and muttered forcefully “You have 1 hour” before he closed the door.
I looked round the room. It was covered in shelves with thousands of books lined neatly along them. I sat down on the red couch and waited.
It wasn't long before the door opened and my father ran in. He embraced me tightly as I began to cry again. I think I realized that I was going to die and never see him again, and I couldn't stand the thought of it. My tears soaked his brown jacket as he held me tightly like he used to when I was small and I'd been bottling up my feelings for days. Now this would be the last time we'd have this kind of intimacy. I could hear my fathers smoke damaged breath in my ears as the sobs rocked through me. Slowly he pulled back holding me by the shoulders.
“Ali........” he whispers sadly“look at me...”
I slowly looked up, the tears rolling down my cheeks, and into my fathers hazel brown eyes.
“You need to listen to me Ali......you can do this....I believe in you.......these games are brutal but you can to win this...............don't be afraid...”
But was afraid. I was terrified. I couldn't win the games, what was my father talking about? I was a weakling. I could never win these games. I was petrified. I had never even loved a man. And that scared me. My father knew his time was up because he shoved something in my hands before kissing my forehead.
“This was your mothers...she'd want you to have this as your token....”
I opened my had to see a small wooden shaped heart on the end of a piece of string. It was beautiful yet simple. I looked up at my father.
“I love you Daddy...” I sobbed resorting to child like ways.
He smiled weakly before leaving. I think he didn't say anything because there was nothing to be said. I knew he loved me, that's why he was still here. I watched as the door closed behind him and I waited to see if anyone else would turn up.
