speak friend and enter [softbois Day 2]
Feb 24, 2024 21:20:19 GMT -5
Post by parsnip on Feb 24, 2024 21:20:19 GMT -5
R H Y S
P E A C E
P E A C E
Before long, the Mines were what laid ahead. Soon after, they encompassed not only ahead, but around - up and down. Most importantly, behind. Rhys had knelt down to fix his shoes, and by the time he'd had a chance to return to his alliance... Well, they'd simply disappeared as though somebody had dampened down the lights to zero.
"Guys?" he whispered, not wanting to alert anyone, or anything. The darkness didn't answer.
Whispers did, like muttering at the end of a hallway, yet no matter how quick Rhys edges his feet closer to that first step, he was rooted in place in fear. He was brought straight back to the place that was supposed to route out any notion of fear through the dark, his training. Yet, it had clearly failed. The kid was lost, with nowhere to go and nobody to know.
If Rhys disappeared in the Mines, would even the Gamemakers find out?
Chattering and clunking of metal was battering down in the distance like an elegant symphony of rust. It kept him more narrow-minded in his approach, which finally had surpassed the first step. The ground was a mixture of barren wood, that creaked and moaned, and the coldest rock in Panem, yet smooth to touch all the same.
Rhys didn't know where to go, and Malygos - his familiar - was nowhere to be seen in such a place. He decided not to go. To simply stay rooted into the ground like a stubborn trunk in a desolate wasteland. He waited for even the idea of his two companions being present, and then he would go to them. But, until then, he was isolated. Alone.
He pictured the cameras coming in for their closeup in the darkest of places, somehow seeing through the miasma that bound him. It bothered him. How is this entertaining? He'd catch himself thinking of all kinds of treason, really, for he wasn't a Peacekeeper. No longer a tribute. Just a pixel on a camera, alone in the dark.
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