Public Training Sessions
Oct 15, 2022 4:35:15 GMT -5
Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Oct 15, 2022 4:35:15 GMT -5
”I have no talents.” Other than telling the truth. I have nothing more to display, only Ripred is fit to judge me right now. Not the self-proclaimed gods up in their make-shift heaven watching down on me. ”I could build you something, but if you have really been watching…I have been building trinkets and survival tools all week.” I empty the pockets of the long grey jacket that I am wearing, outside and inside pockets. Even one on my sleeve. Metal clings and clangs against the floor as an array of hand-made wound stitching needles and water carriers fall on it.
I am not even looking up at them right now, just clinging onto the chain I weaved together during my well spent time in the training centre. I am standing alone, an eye sore in the middle of such an expanse of a demonstration room filled with apparatus that waits to be used. But not during the minutes that are assigned to me in here.
”I am a guard at home. It is all I do…just stand there.” There are not many Rasoio treasures left to guard anymore. Everything has been hoovered up and nobody bothers to pick at the dry bones that have been left behind in the rotting factory stores. It is all history, nothing I truly witnessed with my own eyes but just heard second hand from the tales of others. ”You bled the talent dry from my family long ago.”
Slowly, I shuffle away from my position in the centre of the room, moving closer to the door, still not looking up at those that may not even be listening to me right now. ”I can stand and guard this door for the next fifteen minutes in silence as a display, or I can save everyone’s time and leave…”
I don’t leave. I bleed them dry of every second of their life that I share with them in the next quarter of an hour.
I am not even looking up at them right now, just clinging onto the chain I weaved together during my well spent time in the training centre. I am standing alone, an eye sore in the middle of such an expanse of a demonstration room filled with apparatus that waits to be used. But not during the minutes that are assigned to me in here.
”I am a guard at home. It is all I do…just stand there.” There are not many Rasoio treasures left to guard anymore. Everything has been hoovered up and nobody bothers to pick at the dry bones that have been left behind in the rotting factory stores. It is all history, nothing I truly witnessed with my own eyes but just heard second hand from the tales of others. ”You bled the talent dry from my family long ago.”
Slowly, I shuffle away from my position in the centre of the room, moving closer to the door, still not looking up at those that may not even be listening to me right now. ”I can stand and guard this door for the next fifteen minutes in silence as a display, or I can save everyone’s time and leave…”
I don’t leave. I bleed them dry of every second of their life that I share with them in the next quarter of an hour.
kaitlin
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rosie fay
In all the years he's spent rubbing shoulders with Capitol elites Melrose has learned one, inextricable truth.They are terrified of their own humanity.
So much so they spend most of their lives running from it. Blowing millions on cosmetic procedures and implanting experimental tech beneath their skin in the name of innovation. If that is not enough, there's a plethora of substances available that promise to make one feel enough like a God that it doesn't matter anyway.
That's why he loves his tributes so. They've never been afforded he luxury of erasing every errant flaw. Instead they fester, a constant reminder the agony that accompanies inadequacy. He's fond of their antics, as proud as any father would be watching a toddler take their first steps.
Nicoli Rasoio is a particularly funny one. Rosie is well aware of the little trinkets he keeps in his pockets and the time he spend making them. It's a skill that will prove useful in the arena but unfortunately lacks the flair someone from the lower districts would need to grab a Gamemaker's attention. There's a dry humor to his diatribe that seems lost on his coworkers, whose eyes have long since glazed over.
Gloria makes a snide remark about monologues, Elysium calls him pathetic.
Rosie, for his part, tries to keep an encouraging smile on his face during the boy's speech which stretches wider each time nothing happens.
"...or I can save everyone's time and leave."
He laughs, a little uncomfortable chuckle that might not even reach Nicoli's ears.
The minutes tick away and Rosie finds his patience waning as his cheeks begin to ache, "I'm so bored!" He says through grit teeth, eyes still locked on the little guardian from eight.
"I liked his toys, that should bump him up." Rose says after the longest fifteen minutes of his life is finally over.
The others agree, perhaps only to be done with this.
Rosie adds a smiley face next to the 2 by Nicoli's name.