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new adventures | [Nell&Kass] Jun 6, 2019 18:01:56 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 6, 2019 18:01:56 GMT -5

Kassandra shuffled her cards through her fingers, watching the other tributes move around the gym. Some of them stuck out in her mind, like the boy from Two who had tried to run from his Reaping. He was going up to each tribute, seemingly trying to chat them up, only to be shut down and move on to the next one. It was only a matter of time before he gave up and spoke to her- one of the youngest tributes from one of the lowest districts.

She sat cross-legged on a table set against the wall. It may have held weapons earlier in the day but they were never replaced. On her perch she could see the nearly everyone in the room, their shirts designating exactly who they were.

Her watchful eyes fell on a girl hovering around a table nearby. Her shirt had an eight stitched into the fabric. Kass didn't remember her name, but she remember her eyes. They were clear and sharp, yet masked.

Without moving her gaze, Kassandra flipped over a card. She wanted to know more about this girl with the clear eyes.

She glanced down.

The Fool.

New adventures. Kassandra smirked, a lot of tributes would be getting that reading. Looking back up to find the clear eyes on her own.

I wonder if she sees differently.

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new adventures | [Nell&Kass] Jun 8, 2019 10:11:36 GMT -5

Post by cameron on Jun 8, 2019 10:11:36 GMT -5

Dr. Eams said I shouldn't play with sharp objects. Said I was a liability. To the masses. To myself. Varied community members agreed. I was a threat. Underfed, underloved me. An enemy of the people.

Then, I wasn't sharp. Just my bones against skin. Just my ribs. Just my hunger. I am now a blade. Razor-edged. Only held with a tight grip. I am the knife. The one before me. My eyes are watering. Have been watering for minutes. Hours? However long I've stared at this knife. So long I past my reflection. My mirror in its gleam. I left it behind. And became it.

I am the knife.

Dr. Eams also told me not to hyper-obsess about things. To stop myself from transferring consciousness. From becoming "Anything and Everything at a pin drop." But it isn't at a pin drop. And it's easier said than done. Today it's too hard. Dr. Eams can't stop me. What does he know, anyway? He's just my therapist. He doesn't know me. I don't know me. How could he.

Someone walks up and takes me--the knife--from the table. Blink. I know I'm not the knife. I'm Nell Cyprus. And I am alone. My eyelids mash together. Clearing the canvas. Settling stormy skies. I am alone, and I'm not even that drunk. I'm composed. I can't help but worry… do I look forced? Is my relaxation an obvious rouse? I should be more drunk.

Eyes are on mine. Have I been staring? Oh no, oh Nell. Oh no. She's holding something in her hands. A card? Did I interrupt her magic trick? I could never be the knife. I am weak. My edges are gentle. My bite is like blades of grass. I move towards her. The owner of the eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm such a fool." My hand is on my cheek. It looks forced. I pull it down. Start to extend it. Pull back to face. My fingers curl around my chin. Desperate for something to rest on. To stop wandering aimlessly. Now I just look inquisitive. Shit.

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new adventures | [Nell&Kass] Jun 8, 2019 12:29:52 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 8, 2019 12:29:52 GMT -5

There is an energy rumbling through this tribute. It buzzes around her like a hive of bees, vibrating and taking form in twitches of her wrist and flexes of her fingers. She moves both with purpose and then withdrawals it.

"Sorry. I'm such a fool."

"The fool is not always bad. It is rashness and thoughtlessness yes, but also pleasure, passion and endless possibilities. Fools have options." Kassandra says with a small smile before pulling the next card and laying it on the table beside the jester.

The Tower.

"The tower is change, sudden and sometimes dangerous. It means you will have to abandon your past to seek out your new opportunities."

Kassandra looked up from the cards to the tribute before her. I think she does see things differently.

"Are attached to your past? Or are you willing to let go?"

Not the easiest of questions, but considering where they all were it was time to start thinking about some difficult answers.

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new adventures | [Nell&Kass] Jun 10, 2019 11:48:35 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by cameron on Jun 10, 2019 11:48:35 GMT -5

She says I am not always bad. I know that. I didn't always. I do now. I mean well. I don't know well. That's always lost in translation. Language doesn't matter. Message. Perception. That matters. My perception. She can see that in me. Can tell 'fool' isn't my only descriptor. She's much nicer than the boys from lunch.

Then she says I am rash and thoughtless.

I realize my perception is off. By a hair.

The girl is frozen in time. I am killing her. My hands are around her neck. I stare at her so hard. Imagining. "--pleasure, passion, and endless possibilities. Fools have options." She maintains her position. On that we agree. I am a fool. I am no longer choking her. I am maintained. My head spins. My nervous hand presses into my temples. I am rash and thoughtless. How did she know?

She pulls a new card. Lays it beside the first card. I see it says 'the fool.' I am more of a fool than I thought.

The new card is 'the tower.' She tells me about change. About leaving behind my past. If only she knew. If she knew that's all I've wanted. That's all I want. That's all I'll ever want. I don't have time for new wants. Not now. She says I have new opportunities ahead. Only if I forget. If I move on. Does that mean life? An opportunity to survive? The fool has options, and all. I don't see it. I just don't see it. I am not the knife. I'm scared to even touch one. To remember.

I have to abandon my past. To seek out my new opportunities.

"I have to. I have to let go." Her eyes are on mine. She is so small. I hadn't noticed. I was too focused. On myself. On my past. On my ghosts. On vodka. She is right. I don't know if I will live.

But I will die. I will die if I do not change. I begin then. Without hesitation. "And yourself? Are you attached to your past?" I glance down at the cards. "You don't seem like a fool to me. Or a tower. Too tiny--" --my eyes dart up to hers. "Sorry. Sorry! I'm sorry." Gulp. "The question stands. Are you?"