tempest {solo/izars}
Jul 1, 2017 7:46:18 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jul 1, 2017 7:46:18 GMT -5
GABRIEL IZAR
I like to think I'm good at seein' through stuff like weighted coins and stacked decks.
Done it often enough myself, after all.
But the Capitol is the master of stackin' decks against us. Too many Izars reaped and never won. They let us pick our own demise last Quell - heads I win, tails you lose - and Salome comes forwards and gives herself to the district but it's not enough.
See, there were these Capitolites on the Victory Tour one night. And these men, they were playing cards with each other, and the drunker they got the more they bet. Man, that one guy, he kept losin' and losin' and didn't know when to call it quits.
Wish I'd gone a few rounds with him. I offered but he just muttered something about 'dirty Elevens' and stumbled off. Probably didn't want to play anyone wagering less than a house's worth of money.
Thing is, he was so drunk he left his cards on the table. And when I went to take a look what do I see but my cousin's face starin' up at me from the top card.
Guess I should have known it was gonna be a bad sign.
"Good luck, Raquel," I begin. Maybe she'll get lucky. Or maybe she'll finally figure out how to take the deck and stack it back around herself.
I reach in my pocket and pull out a coin. Heads or tails, I think, as it spins through the air.
It lands on its side and rolls along the ground, sputtering to a halt in a crack between two floorboards.
solo Done it often enough myself, after all.
But the Capitol is the master of stackin' decks against us. Too many Izars reaped and never won. They let us pick our own demise last Quell - heads I win, tails you lose - and Salome comes forwards and gives herself to the district but it's not enough.
See, there were these Capitolites on the Victory Tour one night. And these men, they were playing cards with each other, and the drunker they got the more they bet. Man, that one guy, he kept losin' and losin' and didn't know when to call it quits.
Wish I'd gone a few rounds with him. I offered but he just muttered something about 'dirty Elevens' and stumbled off. Probably didn't want to play anyone wagering less than a house's worth of money.
Thing is, he was so drunk he left his cards on the table. And when I went to take a look what do I see but my cousin's face starin' up at me from the top card.
Guess I should have known it was gonna be a bad sign.
"Good luck, Raquel," I begin. Maybe she'll get lucky. Or maybe she'll finally figure out how to take the deck and stack it back around herself.
I reach in my pocket and pull out a coin. Heads or tails, I think, as it spins through the air.
It lands on its side and rolls along the ground, sputtering to a halt in a crack between two floorboards.
