masks.— [sinead/abel]
Sept 29, 2021 4:58:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2021 4:58:48 GMT -5
I wasn't here to make friends or even alliances for that matter. I was here to win. Here to put a fork in the road that was created when Six was reaped. The moment that Six was reaped, the O'Malley's started on a path towards our graves. I know that has to be the case. There's no way Prop got reaped with a broken leg the very next reaping if there wasn't some greater force at play. But, I could change it. By winning, I would divert us off of the course towards our own doom.
And, imagine the look of pride on Dads face. And on Cains face. I would have proven myself once and for all, without having to even become a Peacekeeper. I would prove myself to be a man and to be an O'Malley. I'd accomplish what both Six and Winger had failed at. And I would do it because God would protect me. Six had faith in God, but what he didn't realise was God had planned for him to die. Yet, God wanted Prop to die this time. And I changed that fate.
But, if I wanted to win, I needed to play smart. Having an alliance was a bad idea. That Evan guy blatantly wanted to kill Six last year. Julian Le Roux killed Waverly St. Amor. Mauve Morganstern killed Bubby Caro. Alliances mean nothing, except that people get to see all of your weaknesses under the guise of friendship. But, that didn't mean I couldn't have "friends". I use the term loosely. By "friends" I mean people who would prefer me alive to dead. People who if given the choice between attacking me or a stranger would rather attack the stranger. I needed people to like me, even if what they liked was merely a mask.
And I needed to start on my plans as soon as possible. As soon as the day I entered the Capitol. Having careers on my side would be a good thing, but they're also determined. Determined to kill. And for all I know about their training, they might be trained to read people. No, I needed to start small and work my way up. And during dinner my first day there, I may have found the perfect target. The girl from district Twelve. Maybe Evan, watching from Hell, would be proud. After all, he knows a few things about deception, doesn't he?
She was sitting all alone at dinner and didn't seem particularly threatening. Plus if I remember right she wasn't a volunteer, meaning she might be looking for any semblance of hope to cling to. Just like Six was when he chose to trust someone like Evan Macmillian. My plate was pretty full, after all, even with Dads job and us having a much smaller family than my cousins, food can be hard to come by in Eleven. And even when we had enough to eat, it wasn't near as good as this shit was. I was just upset they refused to serve me wine with my meal. Nothing like a nice wine to pair with steak.
I made my way over to the girl and sat across from her at the table, giving her a fake smile. One thing I had going for me is I didn't look particularly threatening. Sometimes it bothered me. I almost looked like a feminine or "soft" version of Cain. I didn't want to be feminine. I didn't want to be soft. O'Malley men weren't supposed to be like that. But now? Now it might help me gain some false trust.
"Hey Twelve, right? I'm Abel, from Eleven. How have you been enjoying your first day at the Capitol so far?"
And, imagine the look of pride on Dads face. And on Cains face. I would have proven myself once and for all, without having to even become a Peacekeeper. I would prove myself to be a man and to be an O'Malley. I'd accomplish what both Six and Winger had failed at. And I would do it because God would protect me. Six had faith in God, but what he didn't realise was God had planned for him to die. Yet, God wanted Prop to die this time. And I changed that fate.
But, if I wanted to win, I needed to play smart. Having an alliance was a bad idea. That Evan guy blatantly wanted to kill Six last year. Julian Le Roux killed Waverly St. Amor. Mauve Morganstern killed Bubby Caro. Alliances mean nothing, except that people get to see all of your weaknesses under the guise of friendship. But, that didn't mean I couldn't have "friends". I use the term loosely. By "friends" I mean people who would prefer me alive to dead. People who if given the choice between attacking me or a stranger would rather attack the stranger. I needed people to like me, even if what they liked was merely a mask.
And I needed to start on my plans as soon as possible. As soon as the day I entered the Capitol. Having careers on my side would be a good thing, but they're also determined. Determined to kill. And for all I know about their training, they might be trained to read people. No, I needed to start small and work my way up. And during dinner my first day there, I may have found the perfect target. The girl from district Twelve. Maybe Evan, watching from Hell, would be proud. After all, he knows a few things about deception, doesn't he?
She was sitting all alone at dinner and didn't seem particularly threatening. Plus if I remember right she wasn't a volunteer, meaning she might be looking for any semblance of hope to cling to. Just like Six was when he chose to trust someone like Evan Macmillian. My plate was pretty full, after all, even with Dads job and us having a much smaller family than my cousins, food can be hard to come by in Eleven. And even when we had enough to eat, it wasn't near as good as this shit was. I was just upset they refused to serve me wine with my meal. Nothing like a nice wine to pair with steak.
I made my way over to the girl and sat across from her at the table, giving her a fake smile. One thing I had going for me is I didn't look particularly threatening. Sometimes it bothered me. I almost looked like a feminine or "soft" version of Cain. I didn't want to be feminine. I didn't want to be soft. O'Malley men weren't supposed to be like that. But now? Now it might help me gain some false trust.
"Hey Twelve, right? I'm Abel, from Eleven. How have you been enjoying your first day at the Capitol so far?"
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