come undone } { stella's dp
Aug 1, 2015 22:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Aug 1, 2015 22:33:08 GMT -5
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give me more time
the burning fire from deep inside will come undone
table by anzie
Stella Summit
district sevengive me more time
["Hate is temporary -"
And ever since I was a little girl, hate has always been such a strong word. Thrown around in a symphony, like it was simply nothing at all. No matter how loud and proud, or how quiet it was said, the word always seemed to get caught up in my throat. Bulging like I was choking on food, tears would pull in an array from my eyes and I couldn't. I simply couldn't force it to spill, for it would shatter worlds that I had no control over.
However, since stepping into this damned of a place, where lives are promised to be lost rather than saved. Where the truth of someone you could once call your friend, and ally, distorts into lies. A place where playing dirty to get above the others is expected, and in cases, respected. Where there are no winner, there are no losers, only those who survive long enough to taste the sweet victory every other one of us were vying for. There are no winners, only those who fought long enough to see another sun rise and sun set, as the anthem glimmered the fallen into the night sky far beyond. There are no winners, only those who had the better strategy, and for some reason they are praised.
[The body of a broken girl hit the ground with a hard thump, and the sensation that forced it on wasn't the only thing that mattered. The wings of a fallen angel had been ripped apart, out of her back, ever since I stepped foot in here. And the only cure was guaranteed with the proof that even a girl from District Seven could survive in a place like this. But that was never the issue. For I was a girl who never lived in this world, and that cure was whisked away ever since I'd slipped- ever since I'd slipped and fallen into a world where life was the only thing promised. It was promised to a dead girl who seeked nothing more than to live, however the dead girl could never see that she was already living. And I was trapped, looking for an answer to a question that had already found one.]
It'd been one- two- three-
Three days since the games had begun, and already I'd begun to hate others with a burning passion that rattled my bones. A promise and assurance that everyone I would come to love would die, either at my hands or the hands of someone who wanted nothing more than the rest of us.
Words that uttered from my lips as anger seethed throughout, and perhaps I meant it at the time, but hate is temporary.
A blame forced on a boy who wanted only the best for himself, and perhaps it wasn't right, but it sure damn felt like it. The image comes to mind of grabbing my tray and walking in the cafeteria back in the Capitol. Lonely and lost, I wandered to the back corner of the room, where a boy was sitting lonely, for he was the only one from his district. It always struck me as odd, but for some reason I followed the urge from deep within, and I took a seat beside him. My eyes met his and we'd introduced ourselves and it never struck me that he'd be the one to kill my ally- my friend- my family member. Rowan.
Flash backwards-
It'd been three- two- one-
It'd been one day ago, that I meet him again. face to face. A promise of death were between both of our alliances, and an apology that meant nothing was spewed from his lips. One full of nothing but an empty voice and two words that are thrown around so carelessly, it was almost hard to believe sincerity took part. For nobody here is truly sorry, in a place where morality is contorted and shaped into something new. In a place where death is promised and just a kiss away, lurking around every corner, snatching up the lives of the lost when guards are down and vulnerability is showing the most.
A sorry doesn't go a long when you kill for game. In this place, you can't do shit with a sorry. And in return it only brings back memories that one wishes would fade away already. But in a place like this, they are never ending and each one becomes brand new within any given moment. And in that given moment another had fallen, another ally- friend- family member. Simon. And in return came a-
It'd always been just a superstition.
["Death comes in threes"]
Never thinking twice of the consequence of having loyalty towards a girl who promised nothing more than to leave in the long run. Perhaps, though, it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened, for once it felt like people cared. Not driven by the curiosity, but by genuine feelings, that only resulted in shattering a perfect world. Simply because I'd fallen and it'd dropped.
And there she was.
Watching me bleed profusely, until I couldn't breathe any longer. Falling to my knees, she picked me up and carried me out of dangers way, while risking her own life in the process. Kiena. Riding on her back I could feel the shattering pieces seep deeper and deeper into me, and it wasn't until we came to a stop, where we both tumbled to the ground, that it hit me. I'm going under. And the words were coming out, in return to the girl who caused my death-
But they could never come.
For I didn't hate Kiena, I couldn't bring myself too, not even the moment her knife sank deep into me. But I knew that my last words would bite deeper into her, than she did into me.
Rewind-
[Standing along delicate tip toes, peering through the window, looking out to a world that never was. The night sky casted down upon my petite face, the moonlight kissing me like my mother never once get the chance to. It wasn't until I twisted the lock and opened the window slightly that the Autumn wind brushed through my hair, twisting and tangling the brown locks. Leaning towards, my weight shifts upon the creak in the floorboard, sending a howling sound that one would get. And I freeze. Latching the viewing window back up I stumble across the ground and into my bed. Only to meet the hand of an enraged beast that didn't approve of my curiosity, a beast that by no matter what would be called by the undeserving name of daddy.]
["No you don't."]
And perhaps I don't.
Because hate is temporary. And perhaps it's time to forgive, bringing peace to the grave of a dead girl who now lives.
["You'll die, Stella Summit.
You'll die."]
OOC Notes"- demolishable"]
And ever since I was a little girl, hate has always been such a strong word. Thrown around in a symphony, like it was simply nothing at all. No matter how loud and proud, or how quiet it was said, the word always seemed to get caught up in my throat. Bulging like I was choking on food, tears would pull in an array from my eyes and I couldn't. I simply couldn't force it to spill, for it would shatter worlds that I had no control over.
However, since stepping into this damned of a place, where lives are promised to be lost rather than saved. Where the truth of someone you could once call your friend, and ally, distorts into lies. A place where playing dirty to get above the others is expected, and in cases, respected. Where there are no winner, there are no losers, only those who survive long enough to taste the sweet victory every other one of us were vying for. There are no winners, only those who fought long enough to see another sun rise and sun set, as the anthem glimmered the fallen into the night sky far beyond. There are no winners, only those who had the better strategy, and for some reason they are praised.
[The body of a broken girl hit the ground with a hard thump, and the sensation that forced it on wasn't the only thing that mattered. The wings of a fallen angel had been ripped apart, out of her back, ever since I stepped foot in here. And the only cure was guaranteed with the proof that even a girl from District Seven could survive in a place like this. But that was never the issue. For I was a girl who never lived in this world, and that cure was whisked away ever since I'd slipped- ever since I'd slipped and fallen into a world where life was the only thing promised. It was promised to a dead girl who seeked nothing more than to live, however the dead girl could never see that she was already living. And I was trapped, looking for an answer to a question that had already found one.]
It'd been one- two- three-
Three days since the games had begun, and already I'd begun to hate others with a burning passion that rattled my bones. A promise and assurance that everyone I would come to love would die, either at my hands or the hands of someone who wanted nothing more than the rest of us.
"I hate you, Kirito.
You'll die soon enough."
You'll die soon enough."
Words that uttered from my lips as anger seethed throughout, and perhaps I meant it at the time, but hate is temporary.
A blame forced on a boy who wanted only the best for himself, and perhaps it wasn't right, but it sure damn felt like it. The image comes to mind of grabbing my tray and walking in the cafeteria back in the Capitol. Lonely and lost, I wandered to the back corner of the room, where a boy was sitting lonely, for he was the only one from his district. It always struck me as odd, but for some reason I followed the urge from deep within, and I took a seat beside him. My eyes met his and we'd introduced ourselves and it never struck me that he'd be the one to kill my ally- my friend- my family member. Rowan.
"I hate you."
Flash backwards-
It'd been three- two- one-
It'd been one day ago, that I meet him again. face to face. A promise of death were between both of our alliances, and an apology that meant nothing was spewed from his lips. One full of nothing but an empty voice and two words that are thrown around so carelessly, it was almost hard to believe sincerity took part. For nobody here is truly sorry, in a place where morality is contorted and shaped into something new. In a place where death is promised and just a kiss away, lurking around every corner, snatching up the lives of the lost when guards are down and vulnerability is showing the most.
A sorry doesn't go a long when you kill for game. In this place, you can't do shit with a sorry. And in return it only brings back memories that one wishes would fade away already. But in a place like this, they are never ending and each one becomes brand new within any given moment. And in that given moment another had fallen, another ally- friend- family member. Simon. And in return came a-
"I hate you."
It'd always been just a superstition.
["Death comes in threes"]
Never thinking twice of the consequence of having loyalty towards a girl who promised nothing more than to leave in the long run. Perhaps, though, it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened, for once it felt like people cared. Not driven by the curiosity, but by genuine feelings, that only resulted in shattering a perfect world. Simply because I'd fallen and it'd dropped.
And there she was.
Watching me bleed profusely, until I couldn't breathe any longer. Falling to my knees, she picked me up and carried me out of dangers way, while risking her own life in the process. Kiena. Riding on her back I could feel the shattering pieces seep deeper and deeper into me, and it wasn't until we came to a stop, where we both tumbled to the ground, that it hit me. I'm going under. And the words were coming out, in return to the girl who caused my death-
"I h-"
But they could never come.
For I didn't hate Kiena, I couldn't bring myself too, not even the moment her knife sank deep into me. But I knew that my last words would bite deeper into her, than she did into me.
Rewind-
[Standing along delicate tip toes, peering through the window, looking out to a world that never was. The night sky casted down upon my petite face, the moonlight kissing me like my mother never once get the chance to. It wasn't until I twisted the lock and opened the window slightly that the Autumn wind brushed through my hair, twisting and tangling the brown locks. Leaning towards, my weight shifts upon the creak in the floorboard, sending a howling sound that one would get. And I freeze. Latching the viewing window back up I stumble across the ground and into my bed. Only to meet the hand of an enraged beast that didn't approve of my curiosity, a beast that by no matter what would be called by the undeserving name of daddy.]
"I hate you!"
["No you don't."]
And perhaps I don't.
Because hate is temporary. And perhaps it's time to forgive, bringing peace to the grave of a dead girl who now lives.
["You'll die, Stella Summit.
You'll die."]
"I just did-"
the burning fire from deep inside will come undone
