what we share // Kirito & Charlie
Jul 25, 2017 16:58:55 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jul 25, 2017 16:58:55 GMT -5
Kirito Miristioma
District Eleven
Cold creeps through the muddied mists of morning by the time Kirito slumps himself out of his silken sheets. Illumination in the form of slicing skin is what lies first upon Kirito's view. Terrible torture is the endless cycle of sleep to the witnessing of the cruel creation of sadistic sorrow. During these dark days not a moment is spent scribbling numbers down about exact altercations that will be made to soon to be built shade structures back in Eleven. Kirito made sure to complete his Mayor mandates well before the first blast of a canon carved through his artificial ears. For now, all that mattered was the mutilation magnified for all the nation to watch in overly disturbing detail. For now, being a mentor to those drowning in the devil's favorite game was all Kirito could handle heaving his energy and emotions towards.
Several tiny taps against the aged wood of his bedroom's door compels a seemingly calm composure over Kirito. "Come on in." Is all that must be said for the servant slinking as though still shrouded in shadows to slither into the light of the televised slaughter. Clothing requested to be finely pressed for the first time by Kirito himself is hung on a hook with a brief bow from its care taker. The avox makes no unnecessary movements before managing to evade the room without another glance, its almost as if they were never even present in the first place. A sigh spills from the space of Kirito's mouth as his steps creep against chilling tiles towards the shower just seconds away.
Steam surrounds the twenty two year old Victor's skin as warm water whips from the turning of the shower's crystal controls. While warmth runs in waves over the sewn scars of Kirito's past, the pain pulsates mildly within his mind. Hellish hounds rip and ravage through his skin, an exact replica drives its dagger into its mirror image, and blade after blade buries itself into his chest after stealing some of his sight. A light flickers and his eyes see another startling strike of lightning outside a shuddering factory's shattered windows. Palms push against his eyes as his forehead forces itself beneath the main stream of liquid. The memories meander away in response to the current's call.
Stepping from the cell of steam and the revitalization of the past, a canon cracks through the room. Faces flash. Rhyme, Olivia, Imp, Circe, Nat, Key, Orion, Wyatt. Panic pulls Kirito swiftly to the screen searching for the face newly frozen forever. Another Eight and now Shelby stands alone somewhere discovering the hardship of having to come home with two coffins, Kirito is sickeningly grateful it isn't him for now. The camera centers back to the fight and Kirito draws his focus to another point of more pertinent attention.
Clothing cradles Kirito's skin and a mirror manages to present the picture he chose to capture for this occasion. A suit of ruby red and a tie of gold seem simple enough for such an event, yet it's the gold engraved 70th pin which brings it all together. Kirito slides the pocket watch from Key's Uncle into his front pouch with unmoving expression, today was a day where they all deserved to bare witness. Almost on cue several phantom faces emerge from the mists often as active as his own conscious' voice.
Elya Johnwayne and Circe Lyon circle the boy who stands now in their stolen sunlight. A shrug from Elya is as good as it gets but her finger reminds him of his final touch. Despite possessing a robotic eye enhancement from the Capitol, Kirito pulls the Elya eye patch over his false eye. Who he was meeting deserves to look directly into the eye of that which she created. Circe smiles at the final photo, Kirito can almost hear her snarky response before both her and Elya escape from sight. Again Kirito is reminded of his eternity without those whom he has buried with his life.
Before venturing from the silent seclusion of the District Eleven floor Kirito scans the suites for any signs of Harbinger. After several minutes of searching Kirito exits to the elevator without a single spoken word, he only wishes wherever his closest friend is that its somewhere safe. While falling through the floors Kirito remembers the last moments where he and Harbinger had spoken, it felt lonely to lose such a connection. Tightness grips at Kirito's jaw, would life remain an endless war where those whom he creates closeness with always vanish without closure? He doesn't dare to think of Katelyn.
A car creates the travel to the City's Center easy and without the normal flashing of photos which follows any Victor alone on the sidewalks. Several words are said in thanks to the driver as Kirito exits his ride and enters the cafe right on the edge of the 70th Statue Garden, A Taste Without Time. The name nearly makes Kirito's stomach singe with torturous toxins but he remains calm as he claims his table closest to the garden itself. Today was about that day and all that has followed, she should be forced to remember, even if for just a single afternoon.
After ordering two drinks of alcohol base steps spur Kirito's attention, the lady of his invitation has arrived. Kirito stands from his own seat to pull out the chair for his esteemed guest, the Goddess of his own birth into this life. After returning to his seat the first sentence which falls from his lips is all too easy with the eyes of all twenty three others watching. "So back in the reigns again I see Miss Garnet, I guess last time left you wanting more?"
Several tiny taps against the aged wood of his bedroom's door compels a seemingly calm composure over Kirito. "Come on in." Is all that must be said for the servant slinking as though still shrouded in shadows to slither into the light of the televised slaughter. Clothing requested to be finely pressed for the first time by Kirito himself is hung on a hook with a brief bow from its care taker. The avox makes no unnecessary movements before managing to evade the room without another glance, its almost as if they were never even present in the first place. A sigh spills from the space of Kirito's mouth as his steps creep against chilling tiles towards the shower just seconds away.
Steam surrounds the twenty two year old Victor's skin as warm water whips from the turning of the shower's crystal controls. While warmth runs in waves over the sewn scars of Kirito's past, the pain pulsates mildly within his mind. Hellish hounds rip and ravage through his skin, an exact replica drives its dagger into its mirror image, and blade after blade buries itself into his chest after stealing some of his sight. A light flickers and his eyes see another startling strike of lightning outside a shuddering factory's shattered windows. Palms push against his eyes as his forehead forces itself beneath the main stream of liquid. The memories meander away in response to the current's call.
Stepping from the cell of steam and the revitalization of the past, a canon cracks through the room. Faces flash. Rhyme, Olivia, Imp, Circe, Nat, Key, Orion, Wyatt. Panic pulls Kirito swiftly to the screen searching for the face newly frozen forever. Another Eight and now Shelby stands alone somewhere discovering the hardship of having to come home with two coffins, Kirito is sickeningly grateful it isn't him for now. The camera centers back to the fight and Kirito draws his focus to another point of more pertinent attention.
Clothing cradles Kirito's skin and a mirror manages to present the picture he chose to capture for this occasion. A suit of ruby red and a tie of gold seem simple enough for such an event, yet it's the gold engraved 70th pin which brings it all together. Kirito slides the pocket watch from Key's Uncle into his front pouch with unmoving expression, today was a day where they all deserved to bare witness. Almost on cue several phantom faces emerge from the mists often as active as his own conscious' voice.
Elya Johnwayne and Circe Lyon circle the boy who stands now in their stolen sunlight. A shrug from Elya is as good as it gets but her finger reminds him of his final touch. Despite possessing a robotic eye enhancement from the Capitol, Kirito pulls the Elya eye patch over his false eye. Who he was meeting deserves to look directly into the eye of that which she created. Circe smiles at the final photo, Kirito can almost hear her snarky response before both her and Elya escape from sight. Again Kirito is reminded of his eternity without those whom he has buried with his life.
Before venturing from the silent seclusion of the District Eleven floor Kirito scans the suites for any signs of Harbinger. After several minutes of searching Kirito exits to the elevator without a single spoken word, he only wishes wherever his closest friend is that its somewhere safe. While falling through the floors Kirito remembers the last moments where he and Harbinger had spoken, it felt lonely to lose such a connection. Tightness grips at Kirito's jaw, would life remain an endless war where those whom he creates closeness with always vanish without closure? He doesn't dare to think of Katelyn.
A car creates the travel to the City's Center easy and without the normal flashing of photos which follows any Victor alone on the sidewalks. Several words are said in thanks to the driver as Kirito exits his ride and enters the cafe right on the edge of the 70th Statue Garden, A Taste Without Time. The name nearly makes Kirito's stomach singe with torturous toxins but he remains calm as he claims his table closest to the garden itself. Today was about that day and all that has followed, she should be forced to remember, even if for just a single afternoon.
After ordering two drinks of alcohol base steps spur Kirito's attention, the lady of his invitation has arrived. Kirito stands from his own seat to pull out the chair for his esteemed guest, the Goddess of his own birth into this life. After returning to his seat the first sentence which falls from his lips is all too easy with the eyes of all twenty three others watching. "So back in the reigns again I see Miss Garnet, I guess last time left you wanting more?"
