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chain smoking } atlas/teva jb!blitz Jun 7, 2016 0:16:11 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Jun 7, 2016 0:16:11 GMT -5

atlas.

The room is quiet, darkness seeping into my soul and turning the world a black kind of calm. My high is fading, feet touching a soft carpet stained with sorrow and regret. I can see the ghosts of a thousand others wallowing about their pitiful paths. Wailing about their lost lives, their stolen potential. Wraith's claws wrap around the tendons in my ankles, desperate to welcome me into the hell that waits a thousand miles away. I hope there's a fan or two- I've always crumbled 'neath sweltering heat. Fire tends to be dangerous to those with hearts crafted of ice.

Tate visited briefly, called me an idiot and furrowed his brows in his concerned mother way. And I know it's guilt that brings him here - he's relieved that I pushed his head off of the chopping block and it's making him feel like absolute shit.

Well fuck him, he's not gonna be the martyr for once in his goddamn life.

So I kick him out and dig my heels into the stained oak table, reveling in the silence that I have grown to adore. It was once that I only felt complete with about a thousand eyes stuck to my skin but I've long since grown out of such childish delusions of grandeur. Validation is for those not strong enough to know what the fuck they want without reading it upon someone else's lips.

And what I want is to die, apparently. Frankly I'm as surprised at this outcome as most everyone else. I've fucked myself over and there's absolutely no one left to blame.

Fucking fantastic.

So instead I close my eyes and wonder if when the world ends it will be with a bang or a whisper.

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chain smoking } atlas/teva jb!blitz Jun 8, 2016 14:20:32 GMT -5

Post by Python on Jun 8, 2016 14:20:32 GMT -5

teva seraphim.

He collected himself after the Reaping, surprised that he hadn’t been reduced to a stress puddle. Tate was almost swept into the Hunger Games, he himself didn’t have it in him to volunteer, and then the icing on the cake arrived when he heard Tripp’s voice in the crowd, screaming Teddy’s name. As it turned out, Teddy had fucking fainted from the ordeal. He had to rush over just to make sure he was still breathing as a crowd of useless people gathered around them to watch. Teddy was still sick and his heart was still weak, no wonder he passed out. Tate nearly died – not that it didn’t happen plenty of times elsewhere – and it was different from getting shot in the streets. He had better chances here.

After Teddy was secure with Tripp, he had to see Cal before he even thought of proceeding. He didn’t fear for Cal getting Reaped because Teva would volunteer for him, as much as everyone would hate him for it. This year they dodged a bullet.

He had one person to thank.

White coats didn’t care who visited their tribute, but that didn’t stop him from scowling at them as he passed. Teva had no idea what the Justice Building looked like from the inside, and his first impression was that it was too decorated. Why did this place look nice while everything else in Nine looked like shit? Whatever. He found Atlas and smacked him upside the head, because someone fucking had to. He had waited until the last second to volunteer, after their poor little brother had passed the fuck out from shock.

”Hey, asshole.”

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Last Edit: Jun 8, 2016 14:20:49 GMT -5 by Python