//never thought// {Turner Justice Building Thread}
Jun 10, 2014 22:18:16 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jun 10, 2014 22:18:16 GMT -5
Erebus Turner
The second the tributes were ushered off the stage Erebus broke down into tears. The escort's hand was planted between the boy's shoulder blades forcing him towards the Justice Building. Erebus peeked through his fingers, trying to wipe away his tears and hide his puffy eyelids from all the cameras the Capitol crew kept shoving into his face. It would be different if the tributes were given time to process their position, instead they are showcased in front of their Districts and little black lens before some peace and quiet in the Justice Building.
As they entered the large gray building's shadow Erebus rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye trying to erase it from his mind. He had promised himself he would never visit it again. The memories were vague but he would never forget the dusty scent of the room where his entire family gathered to say their goodbyes to Lethe. He had been too young to truly understand the danger his odd sister had been in, but there was something about that room that was unsettling. A room that held no good memories in its walls, only sadness and despair.
The door clicked closed behind him and the boy was left alone with his new title of Tribute. Erebus tried to steady his breaths but the second he'd get them under control he'd picture Lethe during her own Games, covered in blood and another wave of tears overtook him. The room was different than he remembered, he wasn't surprised though. The Turner boy had been very young when his sister had been shipped off to the Capitol, but not to young to forget what they did to her. The reruns of her Games played all the time in District Five, every moment was ingrained in the boy's mind. Every scream, every wound, every last plea sputtered about between gasps of air.
Taking a seat on one of the old couches, he held his hands in his lap. After being paraded around the entire district, it felt so lonely to be by himself. Wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt, blue eyes explored the room. It was all foreign to Erebus, who would have preferred saying goodbye in his home. The boy bit his lip- he forgot to say goodbye to the horses. An ache throbbed in both of his temples, the strain of crying so much in such a short period of time. He had always been a crier, but the boy thought he would be stronger if confronted with a situation like the Reaping. Turns out, not so much.
"I must be strong like Lethe," he whispered to himself. There was shared blood between them- if Lethe could make it out then he could too... maybe.
