In the Aftermath [Sacrifice Day 3]
Nov 9, 2023 14:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg) on Nov 9, 2023 14:35:00 GMT -5
Marik got the last blow on Tavi before he fell, and Sacrifice had to look away. She knew that it would come to this, that she had a hand to play in it, yet she could not bear to see the end result. Tavi and Arlo are having their last moment together, and she couldn't help but think about how they have the heart to form relationships in the Games, knowing that it would end in heartache and misery. Were those boys truly stronger than Sacrifice for being able to open themselves up to such vulnerability? That last word slithers around in Sacrifice's head in an oily lake, a pile of emotions, feelings, and memories that she can't bring herself to swim in. The boys around her spoke of popcorn, of stolen youth and lifetimes, of being sorry to someone they love.
Sacrifice is quickly finding that hiding away her emotions, only to write them on stolen papers in stolen moments, has made her stunted. The inability to take feelings and moments as they come, to sit in the uncomfortable emotions and truly let them breathe, has her worried for her own sake. If she cannot bring herself to acknowledge that she and Marik killed someone, even with the condition that it wasn't her who made the fatal blow, how is she going to survive killing everyone else?
She manages to hobble back to the elevator, deciding not even to try taking the stairs after grabbing a bundle of plants. Sacrifice doesn't see anyone on her way down the elevator but feels the reverberation of Tavi's canon through the glass wall, his portrait joining the others in ever-present memoriam. His smoldering glare was now there to remind her of the sins she had committed against him. At least this is easy to keep track of who is left and the many more atrocities she needs to execute to survive.
The door opens up to the hallway that connects the Dining Hall, Medical Wing, and Interview Hall, and Sacrifice wonders if she can make it to the medical wing, still using her glaive as a makeshift crutch. She admits that the rest of the Games will be even more difficult now that she can't control her leg.
"Fuck Tavi for breaking my knee, fuck Arlo for attacking me first, fuck all the powers that be for this situation even existing, to begin with." Sacrifice thinks to herself as she makes her way to the Medical Wing. Opening the door, she finds a scene that drops her heart to her stomach. Pieces of the training dummies are sprawled over the floor, and the place appears to have already been looted. She prays that there's at least something left for her as she makes it to an operating room, collapsing on the table in one of the operating rooms. She takes a moment to breathe as tears start to blur her vision and leave streaks down the side of her temple. She doesn't want to remember Tavi lying in a pool of his blood. She doesn't want to remember cutting him deep enough to see his skull. She doesn't want any of this.
After a few calming breaths, Sacrifice sits up and deicides that she's not going to allow herself to feel this, not yet. Only when she gets out of here and safely into a therapist's chair will she break down, but for now, she needs to take care of herself. Hopefully, there's something left for her to do that with.
Sacrifice is quickly finding that hiding away her emotions, only to write them on stolen papers in stolen moments, has made her stunted. The inability to take feelings and moments as they come, to sit in the uncomfortable emotions and truly let them breathe, has her worried for her own sake. If she cannot bring herself to acknowledge that she and Marik killed someone, even with the condition that it wasn't her who made the fatal blow, how is she going to survive killing everyone else?
She manages to hobble back to the elevator, deciding not even to try taking the stairs after grabbing a bundle of plants. Sacrifice doesn't see anyone on her way down the elevator but feels the reverberation of Tavi's canon through the glass wall, his portrait joining the others in ever-present memoriam. His smoldering glare was now there to remind her of the sins she had committed against him. At least this is easy to keep track of who is left and the many more atrocities she needs to execute to survive.
The door opens up to the hallway that connects the Dining Hall, Medical Wing, and Interview Hall, and Sacrifice wonders if she can make it to the medical wing, still using her glaive as a makeshift crutch. She admits that the rest of the Games will be even more difficult now that she can't control her leg.
"Fuck Tavi for breaking my knee, fuck Arlo for attacking me first, fuck all the powers that be for this situation even existing, to begin with." Sacrifice thinks to herself as she makes her way to the Medical Wing. Opening the door, she finds a scene that drops her heart to her stomach. Pieces of the training dummies are sprawled over the floor, and the place appears to have already been looted. She prays that there's at least something left for her as she makes it to an operating room, collapsing on the table in one of the operating rooms. She takes a moment to breathe as tears start to blur her vision and leave streaks down the side of her temple. She doesn't want to remember Tavi lying in a pool of his blood. She doesn't want to remember cutting him deep enough to see his skull. She doesn't want any of this.
After a few calming breaths, Sacrifice sits up and deicides that she's not going to allow herself to feel this, not yet. Only when she gets out of here and safely into a therapist's chair will she break down, but for now, she needs to take care of herself. Hopefully, there's something left for her to do that with.
Table by Griffin
Sacrifice scavenges Operating Rooms
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3) Operating Gloves
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