BOOOO!! did I scare you? { ines x lionel }

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BOOOO!! did I scare you? { ines x lionel } Feb 17, 2024 6:48:50 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 17, 2024 6:48:50 GMT -5

l i o n e l .

* * *

Prick. That was what I was sure she would scream at me the moment she realises what the fuck just happened.

I had come up with elaborate plan the moment I had seen Ines Izar exit the opening ceremony dressed like a cute walking fruit platter: I was going to scare the absolute shit out of her. It hadn't taken long to gather the required equipment and with a few dazzling smiles and charming words I had managed to bribe one of the cute Avox's to let me borrow their music speaker for the night with the promise to return it in the morning. Getting the water melon from the dining hall had also been easy, I had simply just walked out with it, ignoring the questioning glances and a few glares from the fools in white.

Now carving what looked like a creepy ass face into the pink and green flesh had been the trickiest step. Mostly because I was no artists, and so the image I created did not quite live up to the idea that was so firmly pressed into my mind. But it would do, so instead of scrutinising over each of the details I shoved the melon into a bag and the music playing device into my pocket before making the quick trip to the elevator.

Flicking the 11th floor button I was sent zooming up up and up before coming to a swift stand still. Smiling, I walked towards the District Eleven suite doors and pulled out my artfully decorated spooky face melon and placed it infant of the door. Studying its position I make a few adjustments as I whip out the music device and scroll through the song titles until I find the track I had also as the Avox to supply. Creepy laughter that sent shivers across the nape of my neck. Clicking play I allow the cackles to run over my skin, eliciting goosebumps before I move down the hall in search for the light switch dimmer. Its easy to find and with a flick of my finger the bright lights fade into something more ominous.

Perfect.

Cranking up the music devices volume I slam my fist against the suite door, banging against it wildly before sprinting sound the corner to hide from view.

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BOOOO!! did I scare you? { ines x lionel } Feb 17, 2024 7:37:35 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Feb 17, 2024 7:37:35 GMT -5

I don’t know what comes first: the banging, or the laughter. There’s just the moments bleeding together – I’m pacing the length of my room trying to calm my breathing, skin red raw from showering and desperately trying to scrub the sickly sweet scent of fruit from my body. Then somewhere between my seventh and eighth laps, the noise begins. An assault of the senses that makes my heart race even faster – a feat that feels impossible given how close I already am to the edge of panic.

I look around the room, willing Marcus to emerge from the closet and surprise! He’s been here all along! But that’s stupid. I’m alone. I should be used to be it by now.

Someone, or something, is forcing me to be brave. Even though I really don’t want to be. And maybe I could crawl into bed and try to let sleep find me, but I think I know it’s useless anyway. I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep since I was herded onto the train.

The noise is punctuated by moments of silence that lull me into a temporary sense of security, but it never lasts long enough. The cackling always returns, louder every time, and I can’t think clearly enough to rationalise the strangeness on the other side of the door. I’m as anxious as I’ve ever been. The only way I can return to some realm of normalcy is by confronting my fears.

The crack at the bottom of my door gives nothing away – no light, I’m walking blind into a sure trap. I reach under my bed for the knife I’d smuggled out of the training centre. It’s just for protection, that’s what I’d been telling myself for four days. The way my hand shakes under its weight is more reassuring than it probably should be. It makes it easier to believe the lie I keep telling myself.

Holding fast to the hilt of my dagger, holding my breath just as tightly, I reach for the handle of the door with my free hand. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but one moment I’m alone in my room.

The next, my eyes are adjusting to the darkness of the corridor I’ve stepped out into.

And the next –

A pair of orange eyes glow brightly against the backdrop of nothingness, illuminating the grotesque image of a face disfigured beyond recognition.

“AHHHH!!!!” My lungs strain against the fear as I feel my feet leave the ground; I must jump about five feet into the air. The knife leaves my hand at some point in my panic. I hear the wet thunk of metal embedding itself into something soft, but I don’t even stop to pray it’s not human flesh, I’m too shaken up.

Too pissed off.

“What the fuck?! Who did this?!” I yell even louder, if that was possible, surely alerting anyone else on the eleventh floor, even though I already know that, as always, I’m as alone as ever.

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BOOOO!! did I scare you? { ines x lionel } Feb 17, 2024 7:57:04 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 17, 2024 7:57:04 GMT -5

l i o n e l .

* * *

The scream comes first, Ines scream that is. And I cant help it, I can't stifle it with a burb like miss Felicity Belcher, my laughter rips from my throat, loud and jarring as it joins the creepy ass cackling of the music device. I'm also on my ass, my arm wrapped around my middle as tears begin to form in my eyes. Ines Izar steps from the door way and she is pissed. Cheeks flushed with anger she yells into the corridor and in response my laughter only grows as I roll out from behind the wall, looking up and over to her with a wide, shit eating grin.

"That was fucking hilarious," I mange around the bouts of laughter, fighting to catch my breath. "Like, you should see your face! It is as red as that tomato they had pinned to your left ass cheek during the parade!" Taking a deep breath I mange to pull myself into a sitting position my eyes landing on the melon and for the briefest moments my laughter disappears. Was that a fucking knife sticking out of the eyes carved roughly into the melons skin? Studying it closer my grin returns and I pick myself off the ground only to lean against the wall.

"Cute little knife you got there Miss Ines," I grin at Ines, looking between the knife, the melon and her face. "Lucky you have quick reflexes, you killed the melon effortlessly... Though it kind of look like you just dropped the knife from panic. I suggest against that sort of strategy once you're in the arena. I don't think you will be so lucky."

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BOOOO!! did I scare you? { ines x lionel } Feb 17, 2024 9:38:35 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Feb 17, 2024 9:38:35 GMT -5

Just when I think the chaos can’t get any worse, a new voice echoes down the corridor with a laugh just as hideous as the first. I squint my eyes against the dark trying to see what the fuck is going on, keeping a watchful eye on the glowing orange… thing in front of me.

“That was fucking hilarious!”

A weighted shadow rolls across the floor, and I take two steps back into my room instinctively. Now would be the time to slam the door in the face of the culprit responsible for scaring me half to death, but I’m way too riled up to let them off the hook so easily. I skulk along the wall, groping blindly in the dark searching for a light switch, letting the faceless voice taunt me all the while, blood boiling beneath the surface. When my fingers find the latch, I flick it on gratefully, telling myself I’m ready for whatever is waiting for me.

Then being proven horribly wrong by the boy sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of me.

“Cute little knife you got there Miss Ines.” My name in his mouth sounds wrong – I feel like the joke of the century in his acknowledgement. I dart forward to pull the knife from the splintered watermelon flesh and scurry back to the safety of my doorway, watching red juice drip onto the floor.

He might be right to say that it was panic that caused me to maim a fruit, but part of me feels slightly proud of my handiwork. It might not be a real live human being, but it’s a start, right?

God, what am I even saying?!

Not that my fruit-killing abilities will save me in the Arena – Lionel is more than willing to remind me of just that. But I let him keep talking, grinding my teeth down on my impulsive words until he runs out of steam. The silence rises to greet me and I unleash on him:

“It’s not fucking Halloween! Grow the fuck up! Don’t you have something better to do, like, photosynthesise?”

Last Edit: Feb 17, 2024 9:39:30 GMT -5 by Cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.