overload, overkill :: Renée x Achilles

overload, overkill :: Renée x Achilles Jun 8, 2016 21:34:03 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Jun 8, 2016 21:34:03 GMT -5

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A C H I L L E S

Her teeth gnash together, grinding gears as she locks eyes with the trainer.

She told him not to go easy, and with every swing she feels her sentiment, listening to the whir of the weapon gliding past her head as she ducks underneath it, catching a glimpse of her distorted reflection cast against the steel, torn apart by the cracks left in the sword from countless past battles.

She breathes, quick, considering her chances as she recovers from somersaulting past the trainer, ending up behind him as he recovered. His eyes catch the briefest glimpse of her legs before they sweep the floor out from underneath his feet, hearing him hit the ground with a thud, listening to his head crack against the metal floor.

Worshiping a god is satisfying.

Watching a god fall is even greater.

She kicks the sword away from his hands before rolling on top of his back, pinning him down to the cold floor, pressing his face down into the dust he's collecting in. He sputters, eyes burning red like fire, spit bubbles collecting on the brim of his lips, rocketing up in between her fingers. She sits for what feels like an eternity, pressing his skull into metal, feeling his manhood crack in her hands.

She's done it before.

She was born to do it.

Ten minutes prior she'd made her way to the station, admiring his swordplay skills before requesting to spar against him, listening to him mutter underneath his breath, watching his eyes glance over her, stopping before they meet her eyes.

"Up here."

"Sure, hun, I'll spar against you. Pick your weapon."

"Fine. Give me your sword."

She'd watched him lose it, wishing to wipe the grin off his face as he responded.

"Listen, sweetie. This one's mine, pick your weapon."

"Then I'll take it."

Finally, his hand slams against the floor, admitting his defeat to her. She releases the hold on his head, before briefly slamming it back down, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

"I'll be using your sword from now on."

He snarls.

Ten minutes later she finds herself walking the hallways, making her way up to the viewing area to watch the other tributes train.

In a way, it feels godly to watch them from above, pick out every flaw and mistake, crush them in her mind.

But that's not right, gods don't exist. Not here, not anywhere.

When the door slides open she sees her, standing behind the glass, back turned to her, watching the tributes. Her eyes narrow, watching the girl before she finally smirks, making her way into the room, walking along the back wall. Her fingernails meet table, scraping against the wood before she speaks.

"Looks like someone else had the same idea."

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overload, overkill :: Renée x Achilles Jun 12, 2016 8:50:36 GMT -5

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Post by Onyx on Jun 12, 2016 8:50:36 GMT -5

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[attr="class","imageastext"]ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE TERRIBLE THINGS YOU WOULD NEVER BELIEVE OH HOW YOU'LL RUN IF YOU KNEW A SINGLE ONE

MS PERDRIS

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From up here, the other tributes could be leaves in a storm. They float aimlessly around from station to station, picking up knowledge the way old books pick up dust - letting it simply catch onto them or slide right by. For the country's future heroes, they're impossibly stupid. Only a few seem to be making any effort at all, the rest are doing the physical equivalent of mumbling. I would kill myself before I was seen to sink that low. My count makes sixteen tributes in the gymnasium, meaning eight are elsewhere in the complex. Images flit through my mind like swifts; I see a group of Careers surrounding a younger child (perhaps poor Percy Delacroix, who I have yet to encounter myself), followed by two tributes standing together in the shadows of some corner, arms up each other's torsos and down each other's backs (I know better - none of these children could hold any secrets of use to me), followed simply by teenagers solemnly eating lunch together as if at school - although now with the added weight of impending death on all of their backs.

Suddenly, I find myself certain of the whereabouts of one of the missing - my ears prick up to the door to this observation room opening behind me, and soft footsteps drawing up to my side. I turn and look, hearing her cold voice as I do: "Looks like someone else had the same idea." I nod, wary of the girl whose eyes are full of calm malice, like a resting wolf, and instead of responding directly I instead greet her. "Achilles." A beautiful name that my parents would have been proud of, I'm sure, and fitting for the Capitol, too. She'd become a sweetheart if she wasn't so set on making people afraid of her. Calmly, not letting my thoughts show through my face as I am so practiced at doing, I gesture for her to join me at the edge of the balcony. Side by side, we could be statues, watching the action like still guardians carved by an artist seeking beauty. For a long moment, we survey the scene in silence, but quickly enough I break it with a question. "What do you think of them all? What do you see when you look at them?" I have an inkling that whatever she answers will also be full of threat and danger - but I also suspect that I'm starting to like that about her.

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