exit stage right//zaya one-shot
May 2, 2018 14:33:29 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on May 2, 2018 14:33:29 GMT -5
It was over. Years of careful planning were gone in a flash. A victor was crowned and the Arena already being converted into a park for visitors.
Maybe she'd visit this one, she was quite fond of the cold.
Zaya stood in her suite, packing up her belongings. Her suitcase splayed across the bed, with half of her clothes carefully folded and the other half tossed about. The few weeks she got to spend in the training center were precious. She felt as if she hadn't appreciated it as much as the first time she had stood at the helm of the games four years ago. The first time she had seen the inside of the infamous training center, she was giddy with excitement. She had worn her best clothes, full make up and an infectious smile. She spent every waking moment in either the Gamemaker headquarters or overlooking the gym, trying to get a read on her precious tributes.
She vowed to remember all of their names, but now it was a struggle.
Today she stood in leggings and an over sized shirt, an outfit usually reserved for pajamas when she spent the night alone. Her heels were all packed away in a separate bag, as were her wigs. Her own dark hair was pulled into a bun at the top of her wig without a single product in it.
She glanced at the mirror and found her bare face a sad but welcomed sight. The thick layers of foundation she usually smeared on covered the dark circles under her eyes, and the thin wrinkles forming around her mouth. The stress of the games had brought sallowness to her skin, and some unwanted blemishes as well, but it was nice for a moment to be free from the weight of it all. Of the wigs and the costumes, of the pain of sequins biting into your skin and heels arching your feet. Free of the sting of glitter wandering into your eye.
Free from the spotlight.
Zaya finished filling her suitcase and called for an Avox to take her belongings to the street where a car would be waiting.
As she waited, she peered out of the window where Stella Blakesley's face was projected onto the side of a building. Zaya felt pity for her. So young, and with no mask to hide behind.
At least for Zaya, when the games were finished she could wipe away the eyeliner and disappear.
The Avox came and Zaya followed them down the elevator and onto the street. She slipped into the waiting cab, hiding behind a pair of over sized sunglasses. The driver didn't even look at her.
"Petros and Sapphire," she said. The car slid forward, folding into traffic.
Zaya looked out the window and caught a final glimpse of Stella's face.
There would be no such escape for Blakesley, her destiny was already set in stone.
Maybe she'd visit this one, she was quite fond of the cold.
Zaya stood in her suite, packing up her belongings. Her suitcase splayed across the bed, with half of her clothes carefully folded and the other half tossed about. The few weeks she got to spend in the training center were precious. She felt as if she hadn't appreciated it as much as the first time she had stood at the helm of the games four years ago. The first time she had seen the inside of the infamous training center, she was giddy with excitement. She had worn her best clothes, full make up and an infectious smile. She spent every waking moment in either the Gamemaker headquarters or overlooking the gym, trying to get a read on her precious tributes.
She vowed to remember all of their names, but now it was a struggle.
Today she stood in leggings and an over sized shirt, an outfit usually reserved for pajamas when she spent the night alone. Her heels were all packed away in a separate bag, as were her wigs. Her own dark hair was pulled into a bun at the top of her wig without a single product in it.
She glanced at the mirror and found her bare face a sad but welcomed sight. The thick layers of foundation she usually smeared on covered the dark circles under her eyes, and the thin wrinkles forming around her mouth. The stress of the games had brought sallowness to her skin, and some unwanted blemishes as well, but it was nice for a moment to be free from the weight of it all. Of the wigs and the costumes, of the pain of sequins biting into your skin and heels arching your feet. Free of the sting of glitter wandering into your eye.
Free from the spotlight.
Zaya finished filling her suitcase and called for an Avox to take her belongings to the street where a car would be waiting.
As she waited, she peered out of the window where Stella Blakesley's face was projected onto the side of a building. Zaya felt pity for her. So young, and with no mask to hide behind.
At least for Zaya, when the games were finished she could wipe away the eyeliner and disappear.
The Avox came and Zaya followed them down the elevator and onto the street. She slipped into the waiting cab, hiding behind a pair of over sized sunglasses. The driver didn't even look at her.
"Petros and Sapphire," she said. The car slid forward, folding into traffic.
Zaya looked out the window and caught a final glimpse of Stella's face.
There would be no such escape for Blakesley, her destiny was already set in stone.
{table credit to griffin}
