half dead half the time // leviathans vs doppelgangers
Jul 5, 2015 13:06:55 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Jul 5, 2015 13:06:55 GMT -5
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distant flickering, it's greener scenery
this weather's bringing it all back again
great adventures, faces and condensation
i'm going outside and take it all in
this weather's bringing it all back again
great adventures, faces and condensation
i'm going outside and take it all in
I wish I had never tried to make friends.
The thing is, it was never really me attempting to form bonds. It was just me getting drunk, me being stupid, me feeling more alone than ever and wanting to know that someone else felt the same way. I'd spent years alone in the clocktower, and after being the only name that rang through the square in District Three I felt the sudden, desperate need to latch onto someone before I died. I wasn't looking for friendship. I was just looking for someone who would understand.
Sue, Nat, Kirito, Stella, Simon, Rowan. Mistakes. They were all just big mistakes.
I can't handle another betrayal like Kirito's. I don't want anyone else I care about to die like Rowan and Simon did. But there's no evading it. I fell into a trap of my own making, destined to destroy myself because I thought it was better to make friends than enemies. I was wrong. It was only once I made any enemy that I was able to kill, and despite the fact that my hands are still raw and scabbed over, they shook more when I held the notes from Sue and Nat than they did when I landed the death blow.
I've never been good at fixing things, but maybe these help fix you guys, if only a little. My mind flashes back to bleeding palms and shards of what was probably a very expensive statue. Our eyes meeting in the dark, muttered swears and fumbling hands trying to piece together the little dolphin in the way we wished we could piece together our lives. If all else fails, tp. It had made me smile at the time despite myself. We must have looked like immature idiots, but it was our own small form of rebellion that couldn't be punished because hell, we were already going to die. What else could they possibly do to us?
The fog rolls in just after the train lets us off. It's so thick that it takes us a few minutes to figure out where we even are, and when we do my heart nearly stops. Simon. This is where we told ghost stories. This is where the mutts attacked us. This is where they were both electrocuted. My fingers gently brush against Stella's arm, half seeking support and half giving it. It's the perfect setting to tell more stories, but neither us want to discuss ghosts anymore. Not when they're more real than ever.
As we keep moving, the fog becomes even thicker. I squint in annoyance. "They're trying to cut off one of our vital operations," I mutter. "I'm getting sick of it." I wait for a response for Stella, but none comes. When I turn my heart leaps into my throat. I can't see her. I can't see anything, for that matter. "Stella!" I shout, my voice wavering a bit. I try to steady it, mostly because I don't want the Gamemakers to know how much I care about my last ally. They might take her away, too.
"Stella!" I pause, then blink. The echo came back late, later than it should. But it was definitely my voice. I've heard of mutations that the Capitol designs to drive tributes mad by mimicking voices, but I'd never guessed how unnerving it would be. I pull out one of my weapons, turning around and trying to locate the sound.
The fog clears, and suddenly I'm gazing into eyes that are all too familiar. My eyes. A giant mirror? But no, the other me moves even when I don't, their gaze just as surprised and panicked as my own. I whip my head around and see two Stellas. My mind whirls, unable to process. "What the hell is this?"
"They want to confuse us," other me states, her voice wavering. I stare at her, then at the two Stellas.
My hand hesitates, and then I attack what I pray to Ripred is a mutt.
been walking, you've been hiding
and you look half dead half the time
monitoring you, like machines do
you've still got it, i'm just keeping an eye
(Key attacks [Stella/doppelganger])
Qn8Gujyw1-2
(Stella)
(with Shuriken [1])
throwing knife
(deep gash on forearm, 7.5)
and you look half dead half the time
monitoring you, like machines do
you've still got it, i'm just keeping an eye
(Key attacks [Stella/doppelganger])
Qn8Gujyw1-2
(Stella)
(with Shuriken [1])
throwing knife
(deep gash on forearm, 7.5)
