![gm bourgeois decadence [aya] Avatar](http://storage.proboards.com/2628686/avatar/oyohAWGDxzaDqTC0ljKI.png)
well-alright // { jb | lex + hanaa }
Jun 3, 2019 18:45:29 GMT -5
Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jun 3, 2019 18:45:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","lexPostWidth"]
i've been fighting in the attic with hungry ghosts
i've been busy in the common hall
ripping the plaster and sheets off the wall
i'll keep going if it takes all night
i've been busy in the common hall
ripping the plaster and sheets off the wall
i'll keep going if it takes all night
Without her life on the line this year, Lex Lionel isn't sure what drew her to the Reaping. Force of habit. Morbid curiosity. No one's ever been dumb enough to count on her for moral support, and it's not like she's got sisters to worry about. Somehow the ceremony is every bit the same as it was last year and as it was the year before (i.e. far too long, horribly dull, endlessly droning) but it has a different hold on her attention span. She doesn't pick at the loose threads on the end of her sleeve. She doesn't deconstruct and rebuild the podium in her head. She doesn't wish it was more exciting.
The names are drawn. She doesn't know them. And for the second year in a row, a second idiot in a row signs herself up. Even without her name in the glass bowls this year, it still stings a little bit. What had made her different from Jenny Sycamore or Lenox LaChance? This isn't regret for deaths not died, but anyone who's watched absolute strangers throw their lives away for one another year after year would be left wondering why they were never included in that exchange.
This year, she's not at her breaking point when she enters the Justice Building.
"When you think about what sort of deep shit you've gotten yourself into, remember that brave's just another word for stupid." Lex Lionel knows that about as well as anyone, all from first-hand experience. It doesn't feel out of line to come here and try to knock some sense into someone whose idiocy had already proven to be a danger to herself — not like Mackenzie would ever be blunt enough to call his tributes out for being morons, no matter how much it might encourage them to make better choices with death on the line. Lex, on the other hand, has no responsibility for them and frankly doesn't care about stepping on some egos.
"So what kind of wood do you want for your casket, dumbass?" She hadn't asked Diana, so she'd guessed silver maple. It seemed about right.
The names are drawn. She doesn't know them. And for the second year in a row, a second idiot in a row signs herself up. Even without her name in the glass bowls this year, it still stings a little bit. What had made her different from Jenny Sycamore or Lenox LaChance? This isn't regret for deaths not died, but anyone who's watched absolute strangers throw their lives away for one another year after year would be left wondering why they were never included in that exchange.
This year, she's not at her breaking point when she enters the Justice Building.
"When you think about what sort of deep shit you've gotten yourself into, remember that brave's just another word for stupid." Lex Lionel knows that about as well as anyone, all from first-hand experience. It doesn't feel out of line to come here and try to knock some sense into someone whose idiocy had already proven to be a danger to herself — not like Mackenzie would ever be blunt enough to call his tributes out for being morons, no matter how much it might encourage them to make better choices with death on the line. Lex, on the other hand, has no responsibility for them and frankly doesn't care about stepping on some egos.
"So what kind of wood do you want for your casket, dumbass?" She hadn't asked Diana, so she'd guessed silver maple. It seemed about right.
[newclass=".lexPostWidth"]width:460px;[/newclass]
