daniel tate • district seven • fin

[googlefont="Abel:400"]Daniel Tate

To describe his life would be easy; his life was a series of lies placed into a safe that was supposedly locked safe to where those lies would stay and not be revealed that it had been an entire false story to blossom into an even larger question-- what parts of his life were even real? Being a child he had never questioned his existence, always believing his father was telling the truth and that he'd never have to worry to the factor of being lied to. He had never faced the trouble of questioning if something was good or not. If something had been trustworthy.

("Daniel! Get back in here.") A sigh escaped his lips due to his sudden outburst from the new. The news where he had a half brother that was now locked safe to where he would never appear above ground again and never see the day of light, to never breathe another moment inside of this would as his breath got taken away by the sharp cut of a blade causing a cannon fire to signify that he was of no more. There was no way he wanted to spend his days locked away to the home a father of bitter lies would be living that had lied to not one but two groups of hearts beating, one of them having lost a heart that beat in time to keep up with the life it had owned.

He scoffed. There was no reason to come back as long as the man who caused him to be human stood in the room; his face filled with shame that could be noticed miles away that painted the whole district because it was coming to the fact that yet again the district had failed to bring another victor and it shook him from his seat. One of the offerings to them was a brother that he'd been lied to from that safe to hide from the reality of cheating on women with two children the same age that hadn't ever talked before. Daniel's tall figure would move over to the kitchen hesitantly as he wouldn't step foot in but lean on the doorframe as he watched the family eat.

"Why do I need to come back? To learn more about the life that I never lived because of him?" Bitter words escaped his lips as he stared down at the male that had wronged him his entire life. He had met the brother once; though as much of it he hoped to be true all of it seems as much of a lie his entire had been.

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His breaths were panted and sweat ran down his forehead and raced across his body as the burning hot sun beat down on his back and neck, though his near white skin had a hard time burning luckily and he was for sure happy that happened to him because if not he'd be living hell through the hell of lies he had already been living in absentmindedly- this was the time he had believed everything his father had said.

There was another male that he saw in himself slightly, it surprised him slightly though his work was his main focus through the occasional grunt of chopping the tree. He had wiped his large hand on his forehead, attempting to flick away any sources of the sweat of getting in his way. Lifting up his back due to having been hunched over, his 5'11" height making it somewhat hard to bend over without having a slightly uncomfortable feeling. Looking around a slight while he had been unconscious of the thought of work and saw that the other had paused. Brushing his hand through his thin, brown hair that topped his head he would speak to the other casually.

"So, uh.. I'm Daniel. You must be--?" He cut himself off as if to expect an answer from the other, and he got one which was very quick and to the point. Daniel wasn't sure if this was a good response or not, but he would suggest to himself that trying to talk a bit more might be the best for his convenience for knowing. "The name's Sue, s'all you need to know."

And that's all he did get to know about the other, or that he remembered of the very blunt and straightforward person. Did he mind? Somewhat.

Though there was no reason dancing with the fate to become dead.

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He's very open to talking to whoever brings themselves up to him; however this seems as if the practice is something that should be closed down and reduced to ashes. Biting on his tongue, he feels as if he was required, forced to keep talking to them through the lies he's been told throughout his life that cannot be returned, can't be promised for being safe. Daniel dislikes his thought process of if they talk to him more than once voluntarily, they must be a good person and he'll talk to them.

The District Seven male never wanted to be this way, he never wanted to be lied to and figure all of this out. Though the decision of fate meeting the safe to hide away the lies in his life had broken it open and that's when it had all spilled out for everyone to see the mess his father had made in his life. He had a brother that he never got to talk to, never got to converse with and get to know like brothers should. Dancing with the dead and blood-filled tragedies is something that brothers should not have to watch.

And when he's falling into that dark abyss of not knowing what he's doing with his life; what the male has to figure out with his living and breathing moments in his life he has nothing. He's falling into the darkness painted with blackness, falling into the abyss of hell that he doesn't want to trust be he does and hates himself for it.

Falling into a world where broken stories meet reality, and there's only more of it crumbling down with him.