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kousei ♚
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now and forever

Red and White [Cato] Oct 6, 2016 7:11:42 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Oct 6, 2016 7:11:42 GMT -5

Even though it is fake, the gore gives me a sense of calm.

I'm pretty sure that wasn't the desired effect. When a wave of crimson spays from the dummy's head I should recoil, be disgusted or be entirely numb to it. I shouldn't stand there, sword between my white fingers and sigh with a sense of shaky relief. It's all fiction, all a fabrication of the truth but watching the toppled dummy form a pool of blood around its head makes the corner of my lips twitch.

I'm shrouded by hard work and endless turns and falls. The training center once had a smell of new lavish lavender but now it's simply fictional red and sweat. Not that I dare complain, I prefer it this way in all honesty. Naturally, we are all drawn to what we know and what we are familiar with. Flawlessness was never a concept I could truly grasp, it was always alien to me. Unlike the whitewashed walls I could spend hours staring at back in District One, this training center was too flawless for me.

In the corner of my eye I spot Torka Hammerfell himself (marked by nothing but a number like the rest of us) and I instinctively raise an eyebrow. Until now, I hadn't seen his face because I don't dare allow my survival to become a plan of action ('Watch the reaping recap videos, get to know your tributes) so his volunteering remained a mystery to me. I only know him through heresay.

Dark buzzed hair, tall and muscular: He's the son my father would kill to have. He's a good little career boy.

I drop the bloodied blade and stroll towards him. When I look at his toned arms I imagine them detached from his body, when I look at his jaw I imagine it clicking under my fist, when I glance at his blurry eyes I want to shove a spear through them and I oh so desperately want to plant an into his skull. I don't want to be powerless under the perfect career son.

I want red.

"When they told me the guy who couldn't touch a gold medal volunteered I almost didn't want to believe it. Aren't two games failures isn't enough for your family is it, Hammerfell?"

Give me red.

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Red and White [Cato] Oct 8, 2016 18:02:33 GMT -5

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Post by Malachor Erso D2 (Cato) on Oct 8, 2016 18:02:33 GMT -5

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Torka Hammerfell

It's interesting being here in the training center. Everything my heart has longed for is placed before me. Stations set up for perfect experiments. Everything. Dummies that bleed when cut. Holograms that shoot fake arrows, or sword fight with fake swords. It's even better than the ones back in two. Instead of walking around and talking to people, I'm making myself a quiet one. Nobody needs to know anything about me. I volunteered. I'm a Hammerfell. I'm from district two. That's all they need to know. Oh, they should also know that I plan on wearing a crown at the victor ceremony. It's mine, and nobody here is going to steal it.

So today, instead of working, I'm walking around getting a late start, but I'm trying to find a place to start. I know how to fight. I know how to start fires just ask that peacekeeper back in two. Oh wait, they can't because he's dead, and I made sure of it. The idea of roasting someone alive in the arena is one that fills my mind many times. Can't wait to hear people screaming and begging for mercy.

His voice reaches my ears almost in a taunting manner. Who is he, and why does he think he can mess with me? Turning around, I find myself standing face to face with the male from district one. Another one who volunteered. Doesn't he realize that golds don't matter now? The games are what matters. It holds the prize I desire. The prize I would've taken home last games if it wasn't for the cowardly fool stepping up in my place. He's marked for the kill. Maybe I'll even make it quick. "What exactly has your family done hmm? Playing second fiddle to the Frays no doubt."

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Red and White [Cato] Oct 11, 2016 14:01:17 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Oct 11, 2016 14:01:17 GMT -5

My family, his family. I think I hate the whole idea of a family name. It's an endlessly spinning wheel of power: one family on top, then that family on top, then this family on the bottom (Fray, Shore, Moreno, Lumiere) and not once has the name Lumiere appeared on the top half for more than half a second. It all spurred an endless game of pretend that I voluntarily faded into white noise while I drowned in the shards of my sanity. I dragged the Lumiere name through the dirt and I was hated.

I am not a label for my family name.

Still, other people is and the surnames they are labelled with is its own unique pressure point. Just as expected, between the moment of my words dancing from my tongue and him hearing them, a burning flame flickers in his eyes and ignites in a fury of controlled rage. If it had been anyone other than this man, I might of actually been impressed. "What exactly has your family done hmm? Playing second fiddle to the Frays no doubt." He retorts with fire and blood, but someone who is numb to their own heartbeat can't be damaged by attacks to a label he's already dragged through the dirt.

"Probably, but I couldn't care less about my family does. I came here for blood, my name and your name won't stop that Hammerfell," I state with a shrug, a thought comes to mind. "Who knows, maybe killing you will make my name first fiddle to the Frays."

Not that I care.