forget | the marauders | day 1
Feb 20, 2023 17:04:03 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Feb 20, 2023 17:04:03 GMT -5
I'm just an imposter.
All his life, Maverick has felt the need to prove himself, to show everyone what he's capable of, but now that he's here, the feeling of being an imposter is at the forefront of his mind. Every second of every single day it's all he can think about especially as he runs from the chaos of the bloodbath. Sometimes it's a smart move as it gives him a chance to find a place to hide, a place to find supplies without others trying to slit his throat. So many have done it before, yet the idea of being a career, being someone who cares, someone who has spent days in the training center learning how to defend himself in moments like these, it only points to one truth, and now Mav wants to prove that there's more to him than meets the eye.
Being an imposter isn't enough to stop him from fighting to live.
But as he runs, Maverick can't help but feel completely lost and vulnerable in a world where not a single person cares. All anyone wants is to find a chance to slaughter him like a cow or a pig. Volunteering was the stupidest thing anyone could've ever done. Many have told him he should've just remained quiet -
I couldn't let Ezera die.
Not that he would've done the same. Why would he? Why would anyone? Volunteering wasn't about trying to bring home the fame and fortune for himself. No, there's so much more to it, and maybe one day he'll get the chance to explain everything that's happening. Maybe one day he can share his own story with the world. Would anyone care? Would anyone even realize the reason behind giving his brother a chance at life?
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now, and the only thing standing in his way of making it home is twenty-three others who are all more capable of bringing home a crown.
It's only when he stops, that Maverick truly takes in the beauty of the arena around him. Something so terrifying, something so deadly, something so horrible is so calm and peaceful. It's incredible, and it brings him to tears knowing that this place will soon become stained with blood of the fallen.
For as far as he can see, fields are stacked upon one another, and as he walks closer to them, Mav sees the ledges, and all he wants is a chance to get close to them, a chance to see what it's really like. Maybe falling to his death would be much easier than dying to the hands of a tribute. The fresh scent reaches his nose, and all he desires is the chance sit and relax while taking it all in. Exploring it alone is better than exploring it with others, but he wonders where the others are.
Losing them would hurt, but right now the only thing on Maverick's mind is building a name for himself. A chance to prove himself, to build a legacy before his world comes crashing down around him. Part of him yearns for the friendships he thought he made, yet he understands it's best if he never sees them again.
All his life, Maverick has felt the need to prove himself, to show everyone what he's capable of, but now that he's here, the feeling of being an imposter is at the forefront of his mind. Every second of every single day it's all he can think about especially as he runs from the chaos of the bloodbath. Sometimes it's a smart move as it gives him a chance to find a place to hide, a place to find supplies without others trying to slit his throat. So many have done it before, yet the idea of being a career, being someone who cares, someone who has spent days in the training center learning how to defend himself in moments like these, it only points to one truth, and now Mav wants to prove that there's more to him than meets the eye.
Being an imposter isn't enough to stop him from fighting to live.
But as he runs, Maverick can't help but feel completely lost and vulnerable in a world where not a single person cares. All anyone wants is to find a chance to slaughter him like a cow or a pig. Volunteering was the stupidest thing anyone could've ever done. Many have told him he should've just remained quiet -
I couldn't let Ezera die.
Not that he would've done the same. Why would he? Why would anyone? Volunteering wasn't about trying to bring home the fame and fortune for himself. No, there's so much more to it, and maybe one day he'll get the chance to explain everything that's happening. Maybe one day he can share his own story with the world. Would anyone care? Would anyone even realize the reason behind giving his brother a chance at life?
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now, and the only thing standing in his way of making it home is twenty-three others who are all more capable of bringing home a crown.
It's only when he stops, that Maverick truly takes in the beauty of the arena around him. Something so terrifying, something so deadly, something so horrible is so calm and peaceful. It's incredible, and it brings him to tears knowing that this place will soon become stained with blood of the fallen.
For as far as he can see, fields are stacked upon one another, and as he walks closer to them, Mav sees the ledges, and all he wants is a chance to get close to them, a chance to see what it's really like. Maybe falling to his death would be much easier than dying to the hands of a tribute. The fresh scent reaches his nose, and all he desires is the chance sit and relax while taking it all in. Exploring it alone is better than exploring it with others, but he wonders where the others are.
Losing them would hurt, but right now the only thing on Maverick's mind is building a name for himself. A chance to prove himself, to build a legacy before his world comes crashing down around him. Part of him yearns for the friendships he thought he made, yet he understands it's best if he never sees them again.
credit to griffin <3
picks up katana, straw hat, and rice crackers