The Sea of Sands ~VT~ [Tom]
May 4, 2012 0:36:16 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on May 4, 2012 0:36:16 GMT -5
in every loss, in every lie
in every truth that you'd deny
and each regret and each goodbye
was a mistake too great to hide
[/size]Slowly, Julian slinked through the shadows of some strange alley behind the Justice Building. He had spent so much time dreaming of wheat it would be like to have his bare feet touch sand and ocean as a child, he was sure as hell not to pass up what could be his only opportunity now. He could hear the surf and feel the cool ocean breeze from where he stood, as if it was calling to him. He couldn’t just casually stroll out into the sunlight in his current get-up however. Though the beach looked empty, what with most of the citizens at various Victory Tour celebrations, he was not about to risk being marched right back to the Justice Building where he had been told to stay put until the banquet.
He moved to the edge of the alley and peered out into the expansive beach. The view was absolutely breathtaking, but he was not about to just run about naked. There was a dock nearby though with a few small boats tied to it. He though perhaps there could be something for him there. He still couldn’t be seen in this shark ensemble though, so he’d have to make it to the boats in just his skivvies. It was worth it however, and arena or not, he was still a career; he could make it there quickly enough.
Excited now that he had a plan, Julian began ripping off his ridiculous outfit for District Four. Granted, the makeup would still be present and his arms were still painted silvery and coated in glitter, he would be far less noticeable without the stupid hat and the actual clothing.
Once he was stripped to nothing but his simple pair of gray briefs, he bent down into his oh so familiar preditorial position. His eyes darted back and forth for any signs of movement, and when he was sure the coast was clear, he bolted for the boats. For the first time in his life, his bare toes dug into the sand of a beach, but as the light granules kicked up behind him, spreading in the wind, he could only be reminded of one thing—the arena. As he ran, his brain lost track of his surroundings, no longer mesmerized by the beauty of the sea, or thinking to grab some form of cover from the boats… The world around him began to spin and shift into a sea of red… the red sand of the Sixtieth Arena, Julian’s eternal nightmare and prison.
With a sharp breath in, Julian stopped running and stared out into the distance. All he could see was crimson everywhere, though in truth there was no red in sight. Panic began setting in as the wind blew the gritty particles against his bare skin. As the attack continued, his short, hollow breaths began cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain and he felt his body crumple against the hard, sandy surface. His eyes grew wide as he looked out into a terrain that was not truly there. Julian continued gasping, trying to find oxygen, but once more he was nothing but a young boy, trapped alone in an arena where he became a monster.
