The Games (Open)
Mar 17, 2013 16:36:24 GMT -5
Post by Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort on Mar 17, 2013 16:36:24 GMT -5
Rodney Majora
I stood there in the massive crowd, somewhat near the the center, gazing up at the large television screen in the town square. It was mounted up on the tall, decaying buildings, and was kept playing constantly at the leisure of our esteemed colleagues in the Capitol.
The girl hadn't made it past day one, but had made it to day five. But that didn't really matter since he was dead now too.
And so District Eleven was out of yet another hunger games.
I had hoped that maybe this year, just maybe, one of them would have come back alive. But that simply wasn't to be.
"There's always next year..." I mumbled with edged bitterness, my words dripping with sarcasm.
If I really had to watch the games, (although I was fundamentally opposed to them, I would be lying if I said it wasn't the most interesting and exciting thing on TV, not saying much seeing as how we never have power...) I preferred it to be outside, in the town square, with other people. Not in the dusty old shack of mine, sitting there in awkward silence with Thom. It was just so... creepy, and uncomfortable.
So while he went out to get the groceries, I made my way here to watch the games, as was mandatory. The games always lost a bit of excitement when both your district's were out of contention, but it not like we could just stop watching when we wanted to.
Belle Calloway and Benat Izar.
These were just two more tributes who wouldn't be coming home.
I stood there in the massive crowd, somewhat near the the center, gazing up at the large television screen in the town square. It was mounted up on the tall, decaying buildings, and was kept playing constantly at the leisure of our esteemed colleagues in the Capitol.
The girl hadn't made it past day one, but had made it to day five. But that didn't really matter since he was dead now too.
And so District Eleven was out of yet another hunger games.
I had hoped that maybe this year, just maybe, one of them would have come back alive. But that simply wasn't to be.
"There's always next year..." I mumbled with edged bitterness, my words dripping with sarcasm.
If I really had to watch the games, (although I was fundamentally opposed to them, I would be lying if I said it wasn't the most interesting and exciting thing on TV, not saying much seeing as how we never have power...) I preferred it to be outside, in the town square, with other people. Not in the dusty old shack of mine, sitting there in awkward silence with Thom. It was just so... creepy, and uncomfortable.
So while he went out to get the groceries, I made my way here to watch the games, as was mandatory. The games always lost a bit of excitement when both your district's were out of contention, but it not like we could just stop watching when we wanted to.
Belle Calloway and Benat Izar.
These were just two more tributes who wouldn't be coming home.
