Wasting My Young Years :: [Nocturne + Soap]
Jun 19, 2014 5:59:07 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jun 19, 2014 5:59:07 GMT -5
To have held out this long, he must be a champion of one sort or another. Back when his name was called, there was something serious about Nocturne's face, but ever since he has been the king of smiles, stubbornly refusing to look anyone in the eye and let them see that he might be anything less than still alive. However, in the nothingness of early morning — just hours before he's about to be sent into the Arena — the dark has finally come for him.
He has given up on sleep; it feels like such a waste right now anyway. Instead he paces the empty common room like a caged animal, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if the Capitol was really allowed to bring him here. After all, he's only two years old. Maybe he looks eighteen, but no, no, no that's not true. Everything is unfair. Everything is fucked up. Everything is ending and he feels like he only learned how to walk just yesterday, hobbling around with a cast on his leg and falling whenever he moved too fast. Nonetheless, even with the lights off, the truth isn't hard to see: This is happening... and he's not a champion at all.
He has given up on sleep; it feels like such a waste right now anyway. Instead he paces the empty common room like a caged animal, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if the Capitol was really allowed to bring him here. After all, he's only two years old. Maybe he looks eighteen, but no, no, no that's not true. Everything is unfair. Everything is fucked up. Everything is ending and he feels like he only learned how to walk just yesterday, hobbling around with a cast on his leg and falling whenever he moved too fast. Nonetheless, even with the lights off, the truth isn't hard to see: This is happening... and he's not a champion at all.
