crowned killers // {K&M} Victory Tour
Sept 21, 2018 19:27:00 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Sept 21, 2018 19:27:00 GMT -5
Indifference illuminates the center of his eyes. Casualty cripples his past but somehow life lifts his hand. The menacing click of merciless mechanics shoots shock down Kirito's frozen figure. Sue's finger flips the trigger and in a burst the bullet built for devastation drives deep through Kirito's skull. A shout of anguish erupts from the confused cacophony of Kirito's mouth as in a flailing frenzy he falls from his chair.
Sweat stains his skin, another fresh mark of reality creeping into disarray. Fresh doubts of the strength of his sanity seeps into his mind. Even now escaped from the mind-made-madness, songs of shadows sour Kirito's ears sung by a chorus of children alive in melody yet buried beneath the earth in actuality. With everyday another inch down the ladder into darkness Kirito falls. With everyday another step further down the path winding towards the renewed cell containing an evil escaped and named nearly ten years earlier.
Kirito has little chance to turn his trembling into slight shuddering by the time he hears the empty applause following the conclusion of Mackenzie Pryce's speech. Again District Seven has achieved ascension from hellish horrors created by the Capitol. In a sway of sickening guilt, Kirito realizes how little his heart hangs for his own buried brother and sister of the 79th arena. This year his mind had kept him occupied within an arena of its own. Alas, he knows quite a bit about Mackenzie. He seems like one of the more human victors, a lot of the tributes in his arena did.
As bodies begin to bludgeon into the Justice Building, Kirito walks calmly towards the newest member of an endlessly growing monarchy of murderers. Gently he taps him on his shoulder, Kirito can't name how many times he's witnessed the jumpiness of a newly crowned victor. It's one of the hardest challenges, returning to the world which watched you slaughter for survival.
"The weather's great in the evenings here," Kirito offers a genuine smile, "Care to join me for a walk? Get away from the noise and the eyes for a while?"
Sweat stains his skin, another fresh mark of reality creeping into disarray. Fresh doubts of the strength of his sanity seeps into his mind. Even now escaped from the mind-made-madness, songs of shadows sour Kirito's ears sung by a chorus of children alive in melody yet buried beneath the earth in actuality. With everyday another inch down the ladder into darkness Kirito falls. With everyday another step further down the path winding towards the renewed cell containing an evil escaped and named nearly ten years earlier.
Kirito has little chance to turn his trembling into slight shuddering by the time he hears the empty applause following the conclusion of Mackenzie Pryce's speech. Again District Seven has achieved ascension from hellish horrors created by the Capitol. In a sway of sickening guilt, Kirito realizes how little his heart hangs for his own buried brother and sister of the 79th arena. This year his mind had kept him occupied within an arena of its own. Alas, he knows quite a bit about Mackenzie. He seems like one of the more human victors, a lot of the tributes in his arena did.
As bodies begin to bludgeon into the Justice Building, Kirito walks calmly towards the newest member of an endlessly growing monarchy of murderers. Gently he taps him on his shoulder, Kirito can't name how many times he's witnessed the jumpiness of a newly crowned victor. It's one of the hardest challenges, returning to the world which watched you slaughter for survival.
"The weather's great in the evenings here," Kirito offers a genuine smile, "Care to join me for a walk? Get away from the noise and the eyes for a while?"
