Overhearing victors talking with their mentees made everything harder for him.
Alliances. The important fundamental way of living through the games with your sanity still intact. No one had approached him with a friendly offer. The chill along his spine of worry that raises questions of whether he would be dead before he even got to take a step into death. Would Klein come to his funeral or would he move forward? Death seemed so far away in his mind, but reality stands before him in the form of himself. Fingertips touching along a mirror before backing away.
The sewn creature that vaguely resembles the koalas from the days of McCarthy and Rhetoric's final resting place. Fingers tense along the fabric stuff together with care. Feet take him across this empty room into the warmth of embarrassment as he approaches the person who reminds him of the koalas. Caring, yet could also hurt someone if they had to. Though, he didn't know her. He didn't know any of them. He would still try to make friends in the training center.
The koala thing stares back at him with black beady eyes, cold with the words of disappointment. How did he make friends before this? Boxing. Forcing himself to stay attached to them. Did he really ever even have friends in Eight or were they coworkers? Teeth grind together as he takes a deep breath, holding himself steady before holding out the little creature made of fabric and stuffing with a friendly smile and slight pink cheeks.
Post by ems the t-rex on Jun 13, 2019 10:54:07 GMT -5
It's just another day, and Oblivion can't help but wonder when her last breath will come. The games are just a few short days away, and the time is flying by - when will I die?
The thought weighs heavily on her mind, and every passing second feels like an eternity. Friendships aren't made here. No, not when everyone has to die. Not when the world comes crashing down around them, yet she knows she has to just let go. Sometimes it means not losing herself in the raging storm that's brewing around.
A heavy sigh leaves her chest as she leans against the wall trying to keep her balance, but she wishes sometimes the angel of death would just snatch her away. It would make this easier, and one less person for others to kill insides the game. It's not possible though. The Capitol wouldn't allow it, and it destroys her on the inside.
Raising her eyes, she notices the district eight male walking towards her, and she's unsure of what to do. She doesn't have friends, and sometimes being from district one makes her feel worse than she already does. Only he hands her a stuffed koala, and her heart leaps inside her chest. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her, and she doesn't even know him.
A huge grin spreads across her face as she holds the tiny thing close -
"You have no idea how much this means to me." It's been a while since anyone has shown any kind of affection towards her. A river of tears pool in the corner of her eyes, and she wills them away. "Thanks. I appreciate it, Ike. I really do."