dog eat dog world [[Norman & Bedrock]]
Jan 14, 2012 15:08:29 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jan 14, 2012 15:08:29 GMT -5
bear Keeni
I wasn't young enough to be reaped anymore, which was a good thing. Now I could watch all the little squirts and hellions squirm and chatter anxiously as they were waiting for the reaping. Not that I hadn't been that way -- well, if I had gotten into the Games, I would've had one hell of a time. There'd be so much blood and gore and bodies to harvest and oh my goodness it would've been a hay day. But there was always that sense of uneasiness, and I didn't blame any of them. Not only were you waiting to see who was going to go off and die, but you were shoved into tiny pens like you shove kittens into a picnic basket. If you weren't scared of the Games, you were scared of getting your toes stomped on.
As the reaping drew on, I was growing impatient. I just wanted them to spill the damn names already, but as soon as the person did, I quickly regretted it.
Ethan Taurus.
Ethan and I had had quite a few good times together. Some of them good, and some of them... well, definitely mind-scarring, but certainly fun. He, along with Lane, was one of my good friends. And I was about to lose him to the Games.
No. I was not about to lose another one of my friends. Just no.
Once the District Square had started clearing out, I quickly made my way through what was left of the crowd, shoving and elbowing my way across. I didn't care much that I was knocking people over or tripping them. I was mad -- and terrified, believe it or not -- that they would pick Ethan. Why not any of those other damn runts? Why did it have to be someone so valuable to me? Sure some of the other people mattered to other people, but none of them were important. I'd send them all if I could, just to watch them all die. They all deserved to be in that arena, not Ethan.
I plowed my way over to the Justice Building where I believed they had Ethan. Before I entered, though, I quickly looked around to see if there were any Peacekeepers around. There were none, so I opened the door and quickly went in.
If there's one thing I hate, it's how rich and snobby the mayor of the District and all his wretched cohorts hung out. The carpet and wallpaper were pretty much ancient and it smelled like it, too: a musky, rotten wood odor. Maybe they just didn't keep up with this end of the building. I scrunched up my nose, but honestly, I've smelled worse. So without lingering any longer, I headed down the hall. There were many doors along each hallway, and to check each one of them would take a hell of a lot of time, but I had absolutely no idea where Ethan was, so I just began knocking on each door and calling out his name.
