I'm listening but there's no sound// [Rook]

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I'm listening but there's no sound// [Rook] Jun 8, 2012 22:29:11 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on Jun 8, 2012 22:29:11 GMT -5

So of course it was Jae that was reaped, not like he didn't love the attention, but a part of me knew that I'd miss the boy from the candy shoppe. Even if he won, he'd be too big for his britches to spend time with me again. Taking another sip of my wine I watch the games hoping that I don't have to see a horrible site like that bird pecking out his eye again.

I've seen some disgusting stuff in my life, but that...that was up there. Maybe tonight I'd go out and enjoy something to take my mind off of it. Even if he comes back I'll never be able to get that sight out of my mind. The bloodied scratches running down his face, the empty hole where that beautiful blue eye used to be...I give an involuntary shudder and down the rest of my wine.

"Daddy I'm going out. I'll probably be back later...I don't really know though!" I call up to him grabbing a jacked and casually stumbling into the street. I know I'm not dressed up to my normal 9s but tonight I really don't care, 3 glasses of wine have warmed my insides and left me feeling a little careless and I whistle a little tune as I walk towards one of the less strict clubs in the area. They all know me, know that I'm not old enough to be there, but with my dad's money they'd never tell me no.

I smile at the big brute of a guy standing outside, obviously a former Career who never went in trying to put those massive muscles to use. His eyes trail over me, with a smirk. I've been here one too many time and the wobble in my step lets him know I'm already a few sheets to the wind, laughing I look at him as he pushes the door open "Why thank you good sir." As a joke I do a little curtsy at him and he giggles back. Blast in a Glass like they all say.

The inside of the club is fairly empty its still not too late in the night for it to be in full swing, but there are enough people to keep me entertained. Swaying my way over to the bar I order another glass of wine, the bartender eyes me over but I raise my eyebrows and lean in. "You know my family, right? and before I'm even settled in the other bartender places a glass in front of me. At least this will keep me content for a few more hours. Then its probably back to the house for more of the "thrilling adventures of Jae and Stark."

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I'm listening but there's no sound// [Rook] Jun 10, 2012 13:49:48 GMT -5

Post by rook on Jun 10, 2012 13:49:48 GMT -5

_{k i l b e y + z a h a

so don't you worry
they tell me hell is
the coolest place to be
this time of year

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_{I find myself in a tunnel of madness. A velvet nightmare of dull lights and drunken teenagers with nothing else to do with their endless supply of money. This 'luxury' is not what it's supposed to be, it's available to everyone, thus it feels cheap to me. This isn't real luxury... Maybe to the scum in District Twelve, but to me? This is a crappy nightclub.

Yet I still find myself here, without any good reason. Maybe it was a desire to get away that drew me here, maybe it was boredom. I can't say there was one clear defining reason that influenced me to come to this part of the city, but I know one thing for sure. I need a good time.

If I wanted a good time, I'd be taking it out on a punching bag

I grunt, it's true. But I don't need that kind of a good time, I need to get away from all the punching and kicking and stabbing. All this training. I'm depressed, or annoyed more likely, I just don't feel like being ruthless Kilbey Zaha... I'd much rather be sociable Kilbey Zaha. The other side of the coin.

I glance at the small glass that hangs in my right hand. I lean over the oaken bar and signal the waiter for a top-up. He fills half my glass with rich brown liquor. I give it a quick swirl before taking a brief sip. I'm nowhere near drunk, I'm probably more sober than when I arrived, if that's possible. Probably a consequence of me thinking too much.

I didn't get reaped, another Moreno was chosen this year. Pathetic, the last Moreno was an awful athlete and deserved to die, even if at his own hands. I'll enjoy watching Jae die. He's not a true Career, not like me. He hasn't put in the hours I have, he hasn't sweat like I have. Sure, he'll be in the Career group, but in a one-on-one fight, he'd get destroyed.

I wonder where Indrik is. I haven't seen him since our incident in training the other week. I have found myself fascinated at the response of my declared rival... The outrage at the thought of me cheating in competitive sport. He doesn't understand, you can't cheat death.

All these thoughts of Jae and Indrik, all swirling around my head like the liquor swirls around my glass. I take another sip, staring into nothing. I'm going to need a lot more alcohol before I can get rid of these images.}

_{narrative
thoughts
personal speech
speech of others}

_{theme: "raise hell" kids in glass houses
notes: sorry for the crapness of the post ;~;.}