take me to the finish line -- marianne's dp
Aug 2, 2014 14:24:54 GMT -5
Post by jess on Aug 2, 2014 14:24:54 GMT -5
Marianne Taylor
if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Drip. Drip. Drop.
At first Marianne thought it was the blood, the blood flowing from her wounds, the ones the other tributes had formed. But soon those sounds made from her own crimson blood turned to a different sound. She wasn't in the arena anymore. She was at home with Mam. In the wooden bathtub she'd used to wash herself and clean her hair. Mam was using a wooden comb to rid her hair of tangles, and she had her knees brought up to her chest. She was only seven years old at the time, as she re-called. Her mother's touch on her head was so soft and gentle that Marianne felt in peace, just for a few seconds...
"In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine."
Her mother's sweet voice echoed in her mind, and she was transported to her room, where she lay in bed, sweaty and crying from a nightmare. Her mother was softly stroking her hair, and singing.
"Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine."
At the time, the little girl knew nothing of death. Death was just something that happened, and she never understood. Now she was experiencing it first-hand, and it was the most peaceful feeling ever. She felt like every muscle in her body was relaxed, her nerves calm and her mind clear. She watched from the corner of the room as she was taken to the mirror, her hair being brushed for the first day of school, the same lullaby ringing in her mind.
"Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine."
Her face twisted into a smile, and she felt a sense of relief from this. She felt so light, like all the stress had been sucked out from her body. She never realized how heavy stress was. And now she was without stress, troubles or panic, and instead just listening to the soothing voice of her mother.
"Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine."
Her hand found another, and she frowned, confused for a second. She was confused between both realities she was in - the one in which she was dying, and the one she was witnessing. But she knew this hand was in the one where she was dying. So she gripped it as she continued to watch her past.
"Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine."
As a child, Marianne had always demanded to know who Clementine was. Confused if she was another child, or maybe her lost sister. Her mother just smiled at her and finished whatever she was doing, and finished the lullaby, then sent her off to school, or the store or to her friend's house without answering.
"Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he's with his Clementine."
And when Mam appeared with her in death, the hand she was holding before slowly disappeared, and Mam held out her hand to Marianne. "I couldn't bear the thought of life without you," she said, and Marianne smiled. Only now did she realize the true meaning of the lullaby. She knew that if she died, Mam would go down with her.
"There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, 'mongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine."
The Roses of the Cimarron. Jacinda, May, and Cadman. Cadman was dead. Marianne saw him die just seconds before she met her fate. She knew she would miss her friends, the only true friends she'd ever made, but death was such an amazing, fresh new adventure, she could put that thought away for a few moments as Mam led her through a beautiful garden.
"In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garlands soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she's dead, I draw the line."
Dead. The word was so blunt, it took Marianne by surprise the first time she heard it. She always wondered what death felt like. She thought of agony, pain, the sinking feeling of your soul vanishing. She knew your life flashed before your very eyes, and this was happening right now. Her life, right before her eyes. But now, it was just her and Mam, in the garden, hand in hand.
"Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine."
Mam's wrists were slit, the action that had ended her life. And Marianne's wounds were still visible, blood still drying on her arms, legs, stomach, her head...but together, blood and all, they were still the same pair. The same people who walked to their last ever Reaping together. Her and Mam, forever and ever.
"How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine."
Marianne knew she'd be forgotten. After the Games, after her face disappeared for the last time, it would be as if Marianne Taylor never existed. Merely a ghost within thousands of the deceased tributes. But remembrance didn't matter when she had Mam.
"Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine."
There were many things she had never done. She'd never kissed a boy, or made a best friend, or cooked a meal. She'd never gotten revenge on her father for what he did to Mam, she never apologized to all the people she owed apologies to. But she could put all of that behind her, as she walked the path to her eternal freedom.
At first Marianne thought it was the blood, the blood flowing from her wounds, the ones the other tributes had formed. But soon those sounds made from her own crimson blood turned to a different sound. She wasn't in the arena anymore. She was at home with Mam. In the wooden bathtub she'd used to wash herself and clean her hair. Mam was using a wooden comb to rid her hair of tangles, and she had her knees brought up to her chest. She was only seven years old at the time, as she re-called. Her mother's touch on her head was so soft and gentle that Marianne felt in peace, just for a few seconds...
"In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine."
Her mother's sweet voice echoed in her mind, and she was transported to her room, where she lay in bed, sweaty and crying from a nightmare. Her mother was softly stroking her hair, and singing.
"Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine."
At the time, the little girl knew nothing of death. Death was just something that happened, and she never understood. Now she was experiencing it first-hand, and it was the most peaceful feeling ever. She felt like every muscle in her body was relaxed, her nerves calm and her mind clear. She watched from the corner of the room as she was taken to the mirror, her hair being brushed for the first day of school, the same lullaby ringing in her mind.
"Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine."
Her face twisted into a smile, and she felt a sense of relief from this. She felt so light, like all the stress had been sucked out from her body. She never realized how heavy stress was. And now she was without stress, troubles or panic, and instead just listening to the soothing voice of her mother.
"Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine."
Her hand found another, and she frowned, confused for a second. She was confused between both realities she was in - the one in which she was dying, and the one she was witnessing. But she knew this hand was in the one where she was dying. So she gripped it as she continued to watch her past.
"Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine."
As a child, Marianne had always demanded to know who Clementine was. Confused if she was another child, or maybe her lost sister. Her mother just smiled at her and finished whatever she was doing, and finished the lullaby, then sent her off to school, or the store or to her friend's house without answering.
"Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he's with his Clementine."
And when Mam appeared with her in death, the hand she was holding before slowly disappeared, and Mam held out her hand to Marianne. "I couldn't bear the thought of life without you," she said, and Marianne smiled. Only now did she realize the true meaning of the lullaby. She knew that if she died, Mam would go down with her.
"There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, 'mongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine."
The Roses of the Cimarron. Jacinda, May, and Cadman. Cadman was dead. Marianne saw him die just seconds before she met her fate. She knew she would miss her friends, the only true friends she'd ever made, but death was such an amazing, fresh new adventure, she could put that thought away for a few moments as Mam led her through a beautiful garden.
"In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garlands soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she's dead, I draw the line."
Dead. The word was so blunt, it took Marianne by surprise the first time she heard it. She always wondered what death felt like. She thought of agony, pain, the sinking feeling of your soul vanishing. She knew your life flashed before your very eyes, and this was happening right now. Her life, right before her eyes. But now, it was just her and Mam, in the garden, hand in hand.
"Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine."
Mam's wrists were slit, the action that had ended her life. And Marianne's wounds were still visible, blood still drying on her arms, legs, stomach, her head...but together, blood and all, they were still the same pair. The same people who walked to their last ever Reaping together. Her and Mam, forever and ever.
"How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine."
Marianne knew she'd be forgotten. After the Games, after her face disappeared for the last time, it would be as if Marianne Taylor never existed. Merely a ghost within thousands of the deceased tributes. But remembrance didn't matter when she had Mam.
"Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine."
There were many things she had never done. She'd never kissed a boy, or made a best friend, or cooked a meal. She'd never gotten revenge on her father for what he did to Mam, she never apologized to all the people she owed apologies to. But she could put all of that behind her, as she walked the path to her eternal freedom.
end of marianne taylor
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Where to even begin? Okay, I'll just do these in a random order.
But first, let me tell you, having a tribute was one of the most exciting experiences I'd ever had online, in any roleplaying site ever. Marianne was an amazing character and I loved her, and I'm sad that she had to go. Unfortunately, the dice gods have spoken, and she died early. Despite her early death, I developed her so far in my mind I'm proud of myself. I never got it down in words, what kind of character she was, and I never managed to finish some plots I'd started with her, but none of that matters now.
Time for the thank you's!
Meghan - Thank you so much for tutoring me. Your advice and support was so great, and you persuaded me to change my training stations. Luckily, I was allowed, but without your help I would have most certainly failed in these games if I'd made it past the bloodbath. Thank you so much and I hope we can talk or RP sometime <3
Kay - Thanks for allowing me to change stations <3 You've been very kind to me in the cbox and such so I thought you deserved a special mention! Thanks to you and Charade for a great Games! <3
Briar - Jacinda was an awesome character, and I'm glad you made it that far. You were a great ally and we had a lot of fun while our alliance lasted <3 Thank you for everything!
Loopy - Again, Cadman was a great character and I'm sorry you died first! (I hope you don't mind that Marianne held his hand before she died.) Thank you for being in my alliance and being awesome <3
Sahalie - Once again, a member of my alliance, and you were also great and May was an amazing character <3 Congrats on making it pretty far! I hope we can be in another Games together, possibly <3
Eek I feel like I maybe missed some peeps and if I did message me and I shall give you an honorable mention! But that concludes Marianne's time in the 67th Hunger Games. I shall hopefully be at it again in another Games, but that's all for the future and we don't need to worry about it yet. So yes, it's been a wonderful experience and thanks to everyone involved, and all the people who supported these Games!
I know nobody rooted for Marianne but it's fine, and good luck to all remaining tributes! <3 Good day!
