Shattered Glass and Broken Beliefs [Hop/Jam]
Aug 4, 2012 1:47:18 GMT -5
Post by Python on Aug 4, 2012 1:47:18 GMT -5
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With a tame heart and a composed state of mind Jamarion focused one-hundred percent of his attention on the 61st Hunger Games finale. After deliberately flooding the arena thus prohibiting entry into any area other than the sunken pirate ship - a tactic Gamemakers always used to isolate the remaining tributes and force them to fight for a victor - only three tributes remained standing before a bloody rapier struck two unfortunate victims down: Mahlah, the little girl from his district, Fitz, the boy with dyed hair from four, and then Klaus, his own brother. Klaus was the one the entire family was rooting for, but whom Jamarion had secretly predicted would be the first to die since the day of his reaping. ”Don’t you dare embarrass us, Klaus! Play to win!” Those had been his last words spoken before the Peacekeepers had dragged him away for inappropriate reasons and forced Klaus up onto the stage - the last time Jamarion had thought he would ever see his brother in person. He had been wrong, though - so terribly, terribly wrong, for Klaus had proven to be sturdier than he originally thought. With a training score of nine and a solid alliance going into the arena, there had been scraps of hope left to collect.
He knew Hopper and Marina and possibly Tacara and Lyana had clung to these scraps of hope in belief that perhaps somehow their precious brother would pull through with luck and chance by his side. Jamarion, however, had abandoned hope and accepted what he thought was the truth, which was Klaus standing no chance against the odds and dying within the first few days. So, when Klaus survived past day five with hardly a scratch on the surface Jamarion found himself sitting on the couch more often with a quirked eyebrow and a puzzled expression. Who knew that the timid little nerd had it in him? Who would’ve thought that he had the capability of slaying his own ally, let alone actually killing a person? The first girl had been a lucky shot - she had been draining of blood for a decent amount of time, and Klaus had happened to land the finishing blow. Destiny’s case was different. The two had been close allies up until she had lost her sanity to the treacherous arena. That was when Klaus had betrayed her by cutting her flesh open with his blade. It was a bold move, but necessary if he wanted to win. Jamarion approved of it whole-heartedly.
And now, standing in front of him on the television screen with a bloody sword and a wounded expression was what used to be his quiet, shy, stuttering, weak little brother, and who was now the victor of the 61st Hunger Games; the one who stood above the rest and had slain those that stood as obstacles in his path. His face was smeared with sand and blood, but even without that Jamarion would be unable to recognize his own brother, because who had entered the arena was unlike the one who was standing alone on the sunken ship with a rapier in one hand and victory in the other. What was happening seemed to defy logic. It was impossible, but it was happening. He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t even want to glance at his siblings to witness their reactions. He merely stared stoically at the television until the announcement was made claiming Klaus as the victor, and the screen faded to black before changing to reporters making commentary. Unable to think straight with their obnoxious voices, he grabbed the remote and muted the television to process everything. How was Hopper handling this? Were his eyes - puffy and red from constant crying - alight with joy? Had Marina ceased her sobbing and finally realized that Klaus and her silly imaginary friend were coming home? Were Tacara and Lyana going to cheer for him? If so, then he felt as if he would be the only silent one.
”I can’t believe it.” The words escaped in a small whisper of awe, as if he really couldn’t believe it even when it had presented itself right in front of him. Too many strange things had happened to him that week - things at school that made him cringe and hiss with irritation. Things that brought him discomfort and confusion beyond belief. Things that followed him as if taunting him for what he had done before Klaus even entered the Games. And now, after all of that, Klaus had become victor, and he was starting to feel as if he had been transported into an alternate universe. Still suffering from wondrous bewilderment, he stared at the floor and set the remote down beside him. ”He did it.” He was louder this time - loud enough for his siblings to hear. He finally turned to Hopper and just stared at him like he was trying to figure out a challenging puzzle. ”He actually did it.”[/justify][/blockquote]