killer department store { benchwarmers, 2 }
Oct 30, 2023 23:07:32 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Oct 30, 2023 23:07:32 GMT -5
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Sleep felt weird.
He stares at the ceiling. The same ceiling he slept under last night. But this roof, this building, this coffin was no longer just a home. It was something much worse than that, and it seems immensely emotional to turn this place into the arena. James was never a deeply emotional person. Look at him. Listen to him. His eyes dart with consciousness, and the testosterone-teased voice speaks to cover up his own emotions. His parents had never shown a care to his wellbeing. It caused a worldview that only allows words as harsh as their treatment.
Not that he cared, nor would ever admit to it.
The air is silent, yet he feels the energy of his cousin. They only spoke a little growing up. Or, at least, not enough for Jimmy to care. But it takes a very specific bond for him to care beyond the surface-level conversation. She’s all that he has now, though. He likes to talk, but talking to the wall felt borderline manic for how early in the Games it was. His eyes never left the ceiling, but his tenor voice slid into the air. ”You think they’re watching?” The one thing that connected the two was their absent parents. He hoped she caught onto the idea. ”I’d bet they’re sleeping.” A light laugh, something that tries to take him out of the reality of this place. He knows he can’t leave. But the idea of his parents caring enough to watch made him laugh. They hadn’t even shown up for his birthday last year.
His younger cousin agrees. “I’d bet an arm and leg” Probably. It’s natural to then shift to thinking about his sister. Michael wasn’t someone Nessa was familiar with. “Jill won’t be asleep.” He nodded and blinked. His twin. It’s felt like a month that he hasn’t seen or talked to his sister. A part of the boy hoped that there was some communication method here. But when had they ever been able to communicate to home as tributes? It’s hard to know that she could be asleep at that moment. That she could wake up and he’d be dead.
Jimmy assumed his sister somehow figured out the twist before everyone else. She’s always been subtly smart like that. It was like… a sixth sense for her. When it comes to trickery and foolery, she’s the one to sniff it out first. “Dorothy on the other hand… that girl can sleep through anything! Proof: my father snoring. At night sounds like he is trying to blow the house down.” Another laugh, and he smiled at the ceiling. Michael was the same way. Not exactly loud, but Jimmy always found it cute to hear the light wheeze of air leaving the interests’ nostrils. It’d always be heavy. Like it took the deepest, longest inhale of air to produce. And it’d trail off, yet the respiratory clock was peaceful in it’s inhale for a tick and exhale for a tock. It was that, and tight, close hugs under closed doors and careful ears that had always made him feel comfort.
Flutters arising, he blinked to bring himself back from the thoughts. “Yeah, that sounds like my dad.” Chuckle, shift of his body. He can’t talk about Michael here, which seems almost worse than his sister being gone. Such an important figure of his life being cut from his throat, not being able to say goodbye, not being able to cherish whatever was there. Jimmy never trusted himself to speak of it in a way that didn’t expose him. He only exposed people who were deserved it. Michael doesn’t deserve that. So his emotions hide under lock and key. Within every dog-eared textbook page that was flipped to take rest and hold each other. Jimmy was all for the world to enjoy, yet James was what Michael called him through ruffled, thick copper. They continued to talk and night claimed him, as if it was any different from a night before.
Morning came with the same feeling as the past few days. Sunlight through his bedroom window. “Nessa.” He kicked her lightly. “Get the fuck up, Nessa.” He grumbled. It was as if the morning reminded him where they truly were. Maybe looking at their boring ass tribute uniform helped, too. “Let’s move.” The boy states, and he doesn’t wait for her to get up. They move together, leaving the suite as he suggested the other day. It’s too dangerous to stay there. It’s obvious that’s where they would be, and if anyone had them as an enemy, it’d be clear they should be found there.
Jimmy and Nessa made it to the medical wing of the arena. Maybe they’d find additional supplies there. Something more helpful than the boring manuals Jimmy had uncovered the previous day, yet the only thing they were welcomed with was a duo from District Two. He only knew the one - Sabertooth, or whatever he called them during the spar match. They saw the Garners and immediately jumped to defense. If it wasn’t for the crawling, creeping sound behind them Jimmy would have likely paid attention. “WAIT! Wait.” Jimmy held his hands up, trying to seem like the devil’s advocate everyone hated in history classes. “We can… we can be helpful!” Jimmy nods, and tried to look at Nessa for support. “The Capitol like, loves us. Free sponsorships if we need help!” It’s a slightly jaded opinion, but he tried his best to plea his case.
However, his case was further heightened as he saw the pair from Two’s eyes widen. What? He turned around to see a looming mannequin from the training center. But it was alive. Not some inanimate lump for them to swing at. “Shit!” The boy exclaimed, shocked by the looming mutation. Without thinking, he immediately stabbed his knife in the direction of the newly-vitalized mutt. There’s not enough time to have regrets, which is Jimmy’s specialty. Which there are many, thank you. He’s not just a bitch. He’s bad at thinking before he acts, too!
Jimmy called out to the tributes behind him. “Okay, well don’t just fucking stand there!” It was like he was the only strong one of the bunch. It makes sense, since he did win the initial tournament in the arena. That fight in the training center was only a warmup, Sabertooth! You don’t want on his bad side now. He’s enabled full fighter mode. Admittedly, Jimmy’s full fighter mode wasn’t much. Snaggletooth knows. “If you’re not interested in the proposal, at least get this shit sent back to the department store! None of us can leave with this huge fucking thing here.”
[attacks department store mutt, knife]
Bcx6Vmaiedknife
[9.0 + 1.0 blades]
He stares at the ceiling. The same ceiling he slept under last night. But this roof, this building, this coffin was no longer just a home. It was something much worse than that, and it seems immensely emotional to turn this place into the arena. James was never a deeply emotional person. Look at him. Listen to him. His eyes dart with consciousness, and the testosterone-teased voice speaks to cover up his own emotions. His parents had never shown a care to his wellbeing. It caused a worldview that only allows words as harsh as their treatment.
Not that he cared, nor would ever admit to it.
The air is silent, yet he feels the energy of his cousin. They only spoke a little growing up. Or, at least, not enough for Jimmy to care. But it takes a very specific bond for him to care beyond the surface-level conversation. She’s all that he has now, though. He likes to talk, but talking to the wall felt borderline manic for how early in the Games it was. His eyes never left the ceiling, but his tenor voice slid into the air. ”You think they’re watching?” The one thing that connected the two was their absent parents. He hoped she caught onto the idea. ”I’d bet they’re sleeping.” A light laugh, something that tries to take him out of the reality of this place. He knows he can’t leave. But the idea of his parents caring enough to watch made him laugh. They hadn’t even shown up for his birthday last year.
His younger cousin agrees. “I’d bet an arm and leg” Probably. It’s natural to then shift to thinking about his sister. Michael wasn’t someone Nessa was familiar with. “Jill won’t be asleep.” He nodded and blinked. His twin. It’s felt like a month that he hasn’t seen or talked to his sister. A part of the boy hoped that there was some communication method here. But when had they ever been able to communicate to home as tributes? It’s hard to know that she could be asleep at that moment. That she could wake up and he’d be dead.
Jimmy assumed his sister somehow figured out the twist before everyone else. She’s always been subtly smart like that. It was like… a sixth sense for her. When it comes to trickery and foolery, she’s the one to sniff it out first. “Dorothy on the other hand… that girl can sleep through anything! Proof: my father snoring. At night sounds like he is trying to blow the house down.” Another laugh, and he smiled at the ceiling. Michael was the same way. Not exactly loud, but Jimmy always found it cute to hear the light wheeze of air leaving the interests’ nostrils. It’d always be heavy. Like it took the deepest, longest inhale of air to produce. And it’d trail off, yet the respiratory clock was peaceful in it’s inhale for a tick and exhale for a tock. It was that, and tight, close hugs under closed doors and careful ears that had always made him feel comfort.
Flutters arising, he blinked to bring himself back from the thoughts. “Yeah, that sounds like my dad.” Chuckle, shift of his body. He can’t talk about Michael here, which seems almost worse than his sister being gone. Such an important figure of his life being cut from his throat, not being able to say goodbye, not being able to cherish whatever was there. Jimmy never trusted himself to speak of it in a way that didn’t expose him. He only exposed people who were deserved it. Michael doesn’t deserve that. So his emotions hide under lock and key. Within every dog-eared textbook page that was flipped to take rest and hold each other. Jimmy was all for the world to enjoy, yet James was what Michael called him through ruffled, thick copper. They continued to talk and night claimed him, as if it was any different from a night before.
Morning came with the same feeling as the past few days. Sunlight through his bedroom window. “Nessa.” He kicked her lightly. “Get the fuck up, Nessa.” He grumbled. It was as if the morning reminded him where they truly were. Maybe looking at their boring ass tribute uniform helped, too. “Let’s move.” The boy states, and he doesn’t wait for her to get up. They move together, leaving the suite as he suggested the other day. It’s too dangerous to stay there. It’s obvious that’s where they would be, and if anyone had them as an enemy, it’d be clear they should be found there.
Jimmy and Nessa made it to the medical wing of the arena. Maybe they’d find additional supplies there. Something more helpful than the boring manuals Jimmy had uncovered the previous day, yet the only thing they were welcomed with was a duo from District Two. He only knew the one - Sabertooth, or whatever he called them during the spar match. They saw the Garners and immediately jumped to defense. If it wasn’t for the crawling, creeping sound behind them Jimmy would have likely paid attention. “WAIT! Wait.” Jimmy held his hands up, trying to seem like the devil’s advocate everyone hated in history classes. “We can… we can be helpful!” Jimmy nods, and tried to look at Nessa for support. “The Capitol like, loves us. Free sponsorships if we need help!” It’s a slightly jaded opinion, but he tried his best to plea his case.
However, his case was further heightened as he saw the pair from Two’s eyes widen. What? He turned around to see a looming mannequin from the training center. But it was alive. Not some inanimate lump for them to swing at. “Shit!” The boy exclaimed, shocked by the looming mutation. Without thinking, he immediately stabbed his knife in the direction of the newly-vitalized mutt. There’s not enough time to have regrets, which is Jimmy’s specialty. Which there are many, thank you. He’s not just a bitch. He’s bad at thinking before he acts, too!
Jimmy called out to the tributes behind him. “Okay, well don’t just fucking stand there!” It was like he was the only strong one of the bunch. It makes sense, since he did win the initial tournament in the arena. That fight in the training center was only a warmup, Sabertooth! You don’t want on his bad side now. He’s enabled full fighter mode. Admittedly, Jimmy’s full fighter mode wasn’t much. Snaggletooth knows. “If you’re not interested in the proposal, at least get this shit sent back to the department store! None of us can leave with this huge fucking thing here.”
[attacks department store mutt, knife]
Bcx6Vmaiedknife
[9.0 + 1.0 blades]
knife
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