before i { f a l l } // jacinda's last, day four

before i { f a l l } // jacinda's last, day four Jul 19, 2014 3:04:07 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 3:04:07 GMT -5

jacinda zembori

i'm watching myself drifting away
a vision so darkened, i cannot stay
i'm reaching out wide, trying to
catch myself before i fall
too little too late
can you save me?

The world was losing a little girl at the hands of poison. A little girl, who had dreamed of an adventure her whole life, and finally had one. A little girl, who wanted to make it to eighteen and grow up, but never did. A little girl, who wanted to have a large happy family of her own, but never could. A little girl, who wanted to be loved, but wasn't. A little girl, who was even smaller in this Arena. A little girl.

There were no tears. (At least no tears of her own.) She let the poison burn through her body, destroying her from the inside. She could feel the fire of the poison in her veins, gradually making its way to her heart. She was ready. She knew from the moment her name was called at the Reaping—

"Jacinda Zembori!"

—that she had been given a death sentence. But she got what she wanted, an adventure. It was a week and four days long, but it felt like an eternity to her. But in that week and four days, she learned that there was little beauty left in the cruel world that she knew. The only beauty left was hope. That's all they had. The hope that they would live, the hope that one day they would know the beauty of freedom. But there was no hope left for her. She was a lost cause. But in her final moments, she had hope. Hope that Siren or Leon or May would make it. Hope that her friends wouldn't suffer in death.

She did not think of the darkness and the nothingness that might be awaiting her. She did not dwell on the fact that she would be no more in a few short minutes. She thought of her friends. Cadman, Marianne, May, Siren, Leon. Their faces flickered through her mind. She held onto her little spark of hope and the fact that three out of five of her friends were still alive. She didn't think about how she would no longer be flesh and blood and bones, that she would just be a memory.

"Will I be seeing you, Cadman, Marianne, Daddy?" she whispered weakly. She could see her living friends next to her, staying with her as she breathed some of her final breaths. I have to say something to them, she thought.

Her breathing was shallow, and she was slipping away, faster and faster. She was opening her arms to embrace Death like an old friend. Her blue eyes focused on her allies as she said softly, faintly, "Don't stop fighting. Try to make it, promise me you'll try to make it . . . . But we're all going home, heart beating or not. Just . . . don't give up. You're all strong enough, I know you are. I believe in you. All of you. Promise me you'll—"

She went completely limp and froze, her mouth still forming the words that she was never able to say. The light left her eyes, which now looked almost like glass. They were not swirling anger or sparkling with joy. They were blank. Empty. Her soul rolled into Death's arms as softly as feathers fall to the ground.

(Jacinda's cannon fires.)

The little adventurer fell with grace and beauty of a rose petal falling softly from its stem. She died an innocent, as she always wanted. She did not murder. She was not a monster. But she was a warrior. Her knife was sharper than the edge of a card, but she only shed human blood a few times. There was not enough scarlet blood on her weapons to damn her to any kind of hell, if one existed.

She was a lot of things. An adventurer, a child, a wonderer, a wanderer, a warrior. But now, she is only one thing. A

M E M O R Y.

where do we go when we walk on light?
who do we call at the edge of night?
carry me close like the teardrops in your eyes
all i can give you is memories
carry them with you & i'll never leave
i'll lay my head down, but when i lay my head down

don't let me go, hold me in your beating heart

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ACKOWLEDGEMENTS

Sahalie - You were a great ally and friend to have. I'm so glad that we got to survive together as long as we did and share this Games experience. <3 You are very kind and I'm glad that we got to know each other within these couple of months. May is awesome, you keep fighting, girl! <333

Kire - I have no idea where I'd be without you. Thank you so much for allowing Jacinda to join up with Siren and Leon. She would have died much earlier if not for you and this Games just would not have been as fun. Thank you for healing Jacinda and saving her from dying on Day One. I don't think I can possibly thank you enough, but I want you to know that your help was really appreciated and I'm so grateful that you were there to help me. You are such an amazing person and a beautiful writer. I wish you the best of luck with Siren. <33

Anzie - Seriously, I have no idea how I can thank you (and Kire) enough for what you did. You took Jacinda in and helped me through my first Games. Without your help, Jacinda probably would have died on Day One. I love the way you write, especially with Leon, and you are such an awesome person. Leon is frickin' amazing, good luck! <33 And keep making those beautiful tables! (And also thank you for making this one for Jacinda. <3)

Loony - I'm so sorry that Cadman died early. But you were really fun to talk with and I am glad that we got to be allies these Games, so thank you. I wish we could have roleplayed more, but we always have time in the future. <3 I am really glad that I roleplayed with Cadman earlier as Damien for the Stine plot, and I really liked him as a character. Good luck on your next Games!

Jess - I wish Marianne could have lived longer. I loved her. <3 I'm glad that we got to be allies, so thank you so much for that. You're really nice and I appreciate you being my ally even though we didn't know each other at first. I wish you good luck for the next Games that you're in. <33

Rook - Thank you so much for being my mentor and tutoring me for the Games. You managed to calm me down while I was freaking out about the Bloodbath and told me a lot about the Games that I didn't know. I would have been a lot more confused without your help. You were a great mentor and a wonderful roleplay tutor, thank you so much for putting up with me and all of my questions. x3

Sponsors - Thank you very much for giving Jacinda money when she needed it. I'm so sorry I wasted your money, but I am very grateful to you all. <3

Kay & Charade - I'm so glad you guys GMed these Games. You've done and are still doing a wonderful job. I absolutely adored Glamour and Cadence. <3 I hope to see you two GM the Games again sometime. ^^

Other tribute owners - Thank you for making the 67th Games fun and interesting. I love the writing in these Games, it's really beautiful. You guys keep being amazing and keep on fighting. All of the tributes really do rock. <3

THGRPG Staff - Thank you guys for making all of this possible and running this site the best y'all can. <3 You're doing an awesome job, keep at it, guys!