a game of delusion // 93rd train
Feb 1, 2023 21:02:06 GMT -5
Post by Python on Feb 1, 2023 21:02:06 GMT -5
﹙ m i r a g e v i g i l ﹚
Mirage stares into the sea of faces. She is nobody to them - just another girl throwing her life to the wolves. She must be insane, or she's a fool chasing glory. Either way, she's merely a girl in a little black dress. Little to they know, Mirage plans to carve her name into their eye sockets. She can and will eclipse the Adroxis name and every victor before him.
She is escorted away from the stage without another word. Peacekeepers and their grimy paws are sweating in her vicinity. She wishes she could chop off their hands and feed them to the crows. Half of their lot are hero-wannabes who want to create justice in a world without any, and the other half are as corrupt as the criminals they throw away. Mirage is better than them simply because she does not pretend. She lies every now and then, but she will never pretend to be righteous.
Her watch ticks away as she lounges in the Justice Building. She expects no visitors, and there are none. All of her family is either dead or despises her. It doesn't bother her.
She instead ponders her strategy. The Games are easily understood from an outsider's perspective - after all, she spent most of her childhood watching them when her parents were away. They left the uncensored channels on and avaiable. She watched many gruesome deaths be mourned and celebrated. She remembers admiring the tributes who gritted their teeth through the pain and killed to get what they wanted, and she remembers rolling her eyes at the ones who cried over silly friendships. Mirage won't be like them.
A whispered "Finally" breaks the silence as the doors open. She is escorted to the train, where she immediately finds the reaped boy sitting among tables of freshly-cooked food. Storm and Avriel are here somewhere. A party indeed.
"Put a smile on that face. We get to see the Capitol." She smiles with closed lips and dead eyes.