i’m standing too close | ezra v diamondfowl
Jun 21, 2020 0:55:46 GMT -5
Post by goat on Jun 21, 2020 0:55:46 GMT -5
ezra valencia
Ezra—
I guess they were trying to get people’s families to write these letters or whatever, but your parents said it would be too sad. Don’t take it personally. They just miss you a lot. I think saying goodbye twice would be too much for them. They’re doing fine, though, and so are your sisters. And don’t worry, I’m keeping all your neighbors fed. Everything is mostly the same around here. It’s not like the Games have ever changed things, anyway.
If you’re gonna die, make it cool.
— Alya.
He looks from the letter, edges crumpled from where he was clutching it, to the spire in front of him, ragged structure stretching up past the clouds. There seems to be a path winding around it, but he knows better than to climb something like that. One slip and he’d be tumbling down however many feet back to the ground.
He knows he has to die, but dying because you tripped is kind of pathetic.
His sigh is heavy as he folds the letter back up and tucks it into his bag. Well, what is he supposed to do now? He made it past the bloodbath, now what? Does he wait around for some other tributes to find him? Does he take the initiative to go find them himself? Does he even have the guts to attack another person right now? Short answer, no, long answer, absolutely not. Since he can’t do the one thing he was put here for, should he just give up, lay down and die?
Something dives by his head then. He swears, throwing his arms up in defense, and then remembers he has a weapon. He doesn’t want to do this. It’s still a creature, right? Like a living creature? Doesn’t it deserve to live as much as he does?
You eat meat, idiot, he thinks. More cows have died for you than whatever this thing is.
He takes hold of his sword with both hands and swings with all he has.
[ ezra attacks the diamondfowl; sword ]
FI74LQySgzsword
1149 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage
I guess they were trying to get people’s families to write these letters or whatever, but your parents said it would be too sad. Don’t take it personally. They just miss you a lot. I think saying goodbye twice would be too much for them. They’re doing fine, though, and so are your sisters. And don’t worry, I’m keeping all your neighbors fed. Everything is mostly the same around here. It’s not like the Games have ever changed things, anyway.
If you’re gonna die, make it cool.
— Alya.
He looks from the letter, edges crumpled from where he was clutching it, to the spire in front of him, ragged structure stretching up past the clouds. There seems to be a path winding around it, but he knows better than to climb something like that. One slip and he’d be tumbling down however many feet back to the ground.
He knows he has to die, but dying because you tripped is kind of pathetic.
His sigh is heavy as he folds the letter back up and tucks it into his bag. Well, what is he supposed to do now? He made it past the bloodbath, now what? Does he wait around for some other tributes to find him? Does he take the initiative to go find them himself? Does he even have the guts to attack another person right now? Short answer, no, long answer, absolutely not. Since he can’t do the one thing he was put here for, should he just give up, lay down and die?
Something dives by his head then. He swears, throwing his arms up in defense, and then remembers he has a weapon. He doesn’t want to do this. It’s still a creature, right? Like a living creature? Doesn’t it deserve to live as much as he does?
You eat meat, idiot, he thinks. More cows have died for you than whatever this thing is.
He takes hold of his sword with both hands and swings with all he has.
[ ezra attacks the diamondfowl; sword ]
FI74LQySgzsword
1149 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage
