[My] Kingdom [Will Never] Come {Zoe}

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[My] Kingdom [Will Never] Come {Zoe} Mar 28, 2012 23:59:51 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Mar 28, 2012 23:59:51 GMT -5

Brandi Knickita Moreno

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It has been too long, far too long, since I stepped foot in this building. The memories of good times, such as always being the best fighter in my age group, and bad flood my mind. The fact that I could trade this place temporary training, with a start time and an end time, for always happening training seems ridiculous now, why I would ever do that makes no sense. Some of the best times of my life were times that I was training here, in this building. Here is where I learned how to handle a sword, throw knives, enjoy the deaths of weaker children.

But now that joy is all gone, and all the memories of training actually being fun, those are gone too.

When I first moved in with the Morenos, I had some pretty good times. I could fight and maim as I pleased, do anything I really wanted. Best of all their liquor cabinet was always wide open and unlocked, so my drinking 'problem', at least that is what my alcoholic birth parents and my doctor called it, was able to happen freely. Most nights I was tipsy, walking around with my sword or knife in one hand, bottle in the other. There was no doubt I was confident, -and I had every right to be, the last time I lost a fight was at age eight-I thought everyone even respected me.

I thought wrong.

People would think that in a house where fighting and maiming is looked upon with favor, someone would have just attacked me with a weapon while I was passed out on the floor. But no, some sick and twisted asshole had other things on his mind. Who does that? I never even knew until I started gaining weight. Mommy and Daddy Moreno wouldn't let me get rid of the baby either, they said its potential for being an amazing tribute was high because of its parents. Those two people who clearly do not care about me are the people who I entrusted little Faith to right now. Why I did that I do not know.

Maybe the drunken beatings from my parents weren't that bad. They'd be done with that now too, or just about. The beatings seemed like less and less, or at least I was feeling them less and less. My parents said to me, once or twice, that the beatings would help me for my time in the arena, they said feeling pain would help harden me. There was one thing they were right about, it helped a lot more than getting raped did.

Now, instead of wanted to be a tribute, I would pray for someone to take my spot, pray for a savior coming in to let me stay with my baby, Faith. That will never happen, I'm not wanted here, and the name Moreno means nobody would dare take my spot. The name means that I am great, it means not to mess with me, not to volunteer to take my spot. Everyone knows it's the truth, they just wont admit it. Nobody would dare say that they would let a mom go to her probable death while letting an infant suffer with no parents. Actions speak louder than words, sure as hell I have learned that in my prison of a house.

Everything comes back to that one moment, that one choice, that one drink. I can't even watch future tributes training without wondering what if this or what if that. These are the people that will hopefully be representing District One in the Hunger Games, laughing as they pray on the lesser Districts' inferior Tributes. Just a few years ago that was me, laughing at other people's pain. It could still be me, if my foster parents let me abort Faith. I'd be out there training right now. Out there having fun instead of sulking here near the entry, just trying to escape from what should be so much fun for someone like me.

It must be pathetic to look at me, the shining star that once was is now a black hole. When I look at the girl outfighting two opponents at once, I know that she should be me. Back when I was special I could easily have taken out all three of those girls, that's why the Morenos wanted me. Yet now they probably want me gone, they probably want to pay the mayor so that I get reaped and get sent of to die in the Games. I've extended my welcome far too long, especially because I'm just weak and useless except when it comes to protecting my baby.

That's the way it will stay too.

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[My] Kingdom [Will Never] Come {Zoe} Mar 30, 2012 3:20:39 GMT -5

Post by ✨ zozo. on Mar 30, 2012 3:20:39 GMT -5

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Brown eyes swivelling in their sockets as they travelled around the training centre - observing, noting, judging - I lounged in one of the doorways to the main gym that exited to the air-conditioned hallways; thankful for the cool air that swept through the gaps in my clothes, but not for the ache that was beginning to protrude in my right calf. Adjusting my position slightly, I raised my clasped hands together, forefingers pressed upwards, and rested them lightly on my lips. If it were not for my eyes that passed over the trainees, I would be completely still - watching them all with experienced eyes.

I gave up training a long time ago. I became bored with it.

[/color][/i] It makes me want to laugh, almost, at these sour-faced children with determined furrows of their eyebrows, clenched teeth and bucketfuls of arrogance as they swing, dodge, throw, heave, run, jump, climb. To impress who - their peers? Their parents? Themselves, even? Perhaps part of the reason I quit was not through boredom, but the need to rise above the title of Career. For so long I wanted to impress. I wanted to be the best. But after repetitive, tiresome training; I began to not care. Reckless, my father noted one evening as I stormed out of the room with a clatter of silver cutlery meeting china plates on mahogany tabletops and scraping of wood against tile floors. I didn't care, that evening. I don't care now. I don't need to show people what they already know. I am the best and they know it.

Why am I even here? I thought to myself, tapping my foot against the perfectly polished floors. Some kid fell to the floor after attempting to wrangle a sword three times too large for him, and a smirk couldn't help but instinctualy appear on my face. In a different circumstance, I would have probably offered the kid a smart remark of advice, but he seemed to have caught my gesture and was now scowling - a faint tint of red rising to his cheeks - and I shrugged it off with a blink of my eyes, folding my toned arms across my t-shirt. If the kid was going to make a fool of himself, then so be it. I thought.

I was just about to spring off my position in the doorway and take off, finding no pure means of entertainment here except watching kids fight each other for some twisted form of glory I so nearly got sucked into, before someone caught my eye. People have always said I had a knack for spotting the nicest of things. I'd hold that statement true to their words right now, for the girl that my eyes feasted on was nothing short of a thing of beauty. For a moment, I debated on whether to go and talk, work up a charm, for I was bored, after all - and surely that could be better than watching these kids for the next hour or so. I'd always picked out the best of the best. I had plucked an answer out of my head before I even needed to finish the question - sealing the deal on a decision. With a leap off the wall, my limbs sprang into action again, set on a target I was determined would not leave my grasp.

But I always get what I want.

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Last Edit: Mar 30, 2012 3:27:11 GMT -5 by ✨ zozo.

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[My] Kingdom [Will Never] Come {Zoe} Apr 16, 2012 20:28:27 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Apr 16, 2012 20:28:27 GMT -5

Brandi Knickita Moreno

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The trainees continue to fight, continue to train for what will eventually be their death. Back when I a career I felt like winning a fight meant that I would win the games, meant I would win the games. What's more, I was sure of it, so sure I would be my life and go into the arena as a tribute to die for it. Now I know. Now I know the arena means death, it did for my 'brother' Reyes, and he, though not strong, was most definitely better suited for the Hunger Games than I. Everyone admits that now, even my parents. That's why they just ignore me, don't have anything to do with me. I'm worthless to them,

[/i] I realize, even though I have known it ever since I gave birth to faith.

My adoptive parents only keep me because they have to, because they signed the contract.

Maybe life back at my old home was better. It had to be. Even if I barely remember my old life, surely it trumps this new one. I remember having fun, now a concept so foreign to me. With that realization, I sigh and adjust my weight slightly against the wall, into a more slumped position. Fun being foreign, it is hard to contemplate. The one thing I used to take great pride in gone, gone, gone. Now what do I have to live for?

The answer comes to my mind quicker than one of the Capitol's trains, Faith.

As I twist and turn against the wall feeling sorry for myself, I see this boy coming over. He's pretty good looking, but I have no interest in men anymore. They are not trustable in my eyes. Clearly this boy is a career, and an arrogant one at that. The way he carries himself, at least from what I can see, shows that he thinks he is the best, much like I did a few years ago.

He seems intent on coming over, and I really do not feel like moving or making a scene. It's easier for me to just stay, do nothing, and hope he loses interest soon.

But I know this type of guy, he won't be easy to shake.
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