Burning to Ash (open)
Jul 6, 2011 19:38:55 GMT -5
Post by jimmylost on Jul 6, 2011 19:38:55 GMT -5
The air in the capitol felt wrong, that was the first thing Dustin had noticed upon getting off the train, or maybe just everything felt wrong after what he had realized on the way there. It was tough watching days slip by so easily with the knowledge that they might very well be numbered.
“things in this district catch fire far too easily”
The voice of his sister cut through his doubt. Her words, her threat, ringing in his ears created a harmony with the elevators. The doors slid opened to reviel the training arena. He still didn't know where he should go. No amount of training was going to alter his path after all. The whole idea seem ludicrous to begin with, how much advantage could one really gain with a handful of days. So few days.
Dustin sighed the thought of letting even more of his precious time pass unproductively was what moved his feet forward. He looked around the room. Where to go, for once in what seemed like far to long Dustin had choices, true they where inconsequential choices but choices non-the-less. Now faced with them the only method of deciding Dustin could conjure up was to consider what stations Ashes would choose. A few stood out but two large letters stood out most.
FIRE MAKING
Dustin felt a hollow in his heart staring at the words. It had been her, he had suspected nearly to the point of certainty but he hadn't known. He would have never asked either, he hadn't wanted to know. Ashes had been the one to turn his life to her namesake, and even so he was still fighting to keep her safe. All he had was her, after this it was doubtful he'd have himself so it was something he could hold onto.
Well if I'm fighting for her I guess it makes sense for me to start here he thought sitting down at the fire making station and gathering up the supplies indicated to him. Fanning the flames before him seemed to have the same effect on his thoughts. Singular instances in his memory seemed to catch hold of the one all consumeing reality that had been presented to him and that knowledge seemed determined to devower all else. The fire burnt like his first family's home, like the place he had found Ashes, like all the other little spots of ash he had found around the allies near their new home and work.
Ashes, that was all that was left. Dustin shook his head, the heat from the fires he had created was strong but his insides still felt like ice. Not an new feeling since the moment of his realization Dustin had felt a similer numbness on and off. He didn't know if his certainties would work out, or make things so much worse. Everything that was at stake, it just made things so much worse.
Why have they done this to us? I shouldn't have to go through with this! No one should. It was only now that Dustin realized the absolute depth of the injustice of these games. How had he just been so passive about this all these years? The fire reflected off his eyes, all was lost, his choices and future stripped from him and there was only The Capitol to blame. It was then staring at the flames that he realized how much he hated them.
And maybe that's it, the boundery that I could never cross he thought his eyes growing red from the stinging smoke This what Ashes must see in the flames.
“things in this district catch fire far too easily”
The voice of his sister cut through his doubt. Her words, her threat, ringing in his ears created a harmony with the elevators. The doors slid opened to reviel the training arena. He still didn't know where he should go. No amount of training was going to alter his path after all. The whole idea seem ludicrous to begin with, how much advantage could one really gain with a handful of days. So few days.
Dustin sighed the thought of letting even more of his precious time pass unproductively was what moved his feet forward. He looked around the room. Where to go, for once in what seemed like far to long Dustin had choices, true they where inconsequential choices but choices non-the-less. Now faced with them the only method of deciding Dustin could conjure up was to consider what stations Ashes would choose. A few stood out but two large letters stood out most.
FIRE MAKING
Dustin felt a hollow in his heart staring at the words. It had been her, he had suspected nearly to the point of certainty but he hadn't known. He would have never asked either, he hadn't wanted to know. Ashes had been the one to turn his life to her namesake, and even so he was still fighting to keep her safe. All he had was her, after this it was doubtful he'd have himself so it was something he could hold onto.
Well if I'm fighting for her I guess it makes sense for me to start here he thought sitting down at the fire making station and gathering up the supplies indicated to him. Fanning the flames before him seemed to have the same effect on his thoughts. Singular instances in his memory seemed to catch hold of the one all consumeing reality that had been presented to him and that knowledge seemed determined to devower all else. The fire burnt like his first family's home, like the place he had found Ashes, like all the other little spots of ash he had found around the allies near their new home and work.
Ashes, that was all that was left. Dustin shook his head, the heat from the fires he had created was strong but his insides still felt like ice. Not an new feeling since the moment of his realization Dustin had felt a similer numbness on and off. He didn't know if his certainties would work out, or make things so much worse. Everything that was at stake, it just made things so much worse.
Why have they done this to us? I shouldn't have to go through with this! No one should. It was only now that Dustin realized the absolute depth of the injustice of these games. How had he just been so passive about this all these years? The fire reflected off his eyes, all was lost, his choices and future stripped from him and there was only The Capitol to blame. It was then staring at the flames that he realized how much he hated them.
And maybe that's it, the boundery that I could never cross he thought his eyes growing red from the stinging smoke This what Ashes must see in the flames.
