The Bloodbath
Feb 2, 2013 12:22:41 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Feb 2, 2013 12:22:41 GMT -5
| Cassius Birch; District Two|
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Today is the last day of my soulless life and the first day of my final bliss, my eternity spent in freedom from the last of my oppressors. What did I care that my very presence in this room symbolized so much more than I could ever admit, especially in the presence of my idiotic stylist. My last regret, if it was a regret at all, was that I didn't spend my last few minutes of enslavement painting the wall with a stale layer of ash and smoke.
The pounding beat of my nicotine free body had already caressed my tired mind, its stabbing reminder a message of my futility. There was no escape here, any attempt at leaving would only result in the most dishonorable death of all - the death of the fearful. With God as my witness, I would not leave this world behind with only the spoiled-milk taste of my fear. Then I would become irrelevant, and the little life I still clung would crumble to a thin sheet of forgotten dust in its sheer irrelevancy.
No. Fear would not take me today. I refused to allow such an atrocity, even if my loyalty to this gallant bravery was only out of fear itself. I knew my mother would be making her way through our town, accepting sympathy and praise alike. I wouldn't want to destroy her happy mood for my own, selfish gain. What kind of son would hurt his own mother?if only the old hag had acknowledged the love of her only son once in a while, then this decision would have better odds of being in her favor.
My muscles tensed as the cylinder of glassand bloodrose from the pits of my final hell. For the briefest sliver of s-s-stuttering time I let my environment capture me...
I am surrounded by cold tubes of glass and sets of feet not much different than my own. Each is glad in a pair of thick sandals (a pair for every color in the rainbow); I look down only to see my own even feet covered in neon orange, like the glimmering after-effects of a bright flash of light - they are the buzz in the corner of the eye, but they are steady. They'll serve me well in this humid abyss. The quiet yet rational side of my two-chambered mind speaks a soothing tone of relief as I feel the heat radiate off myalready swelteringskin. (yet I can't help but feel disappointment at losing the beauty that the whiteand redsnow brings to your steady transition into a stiff corpse) Lime green pants lengthen my towering figure and greet the tight hug of the pinkest-of-all-pinks tee shirt. There would be no blending in in this open environment.
Past theexpressionless faces of my soon-to-be victimstwenty three statue-esque bodies of my fellow tributes, I see a vast cone of golden promise. Goodies spill from its open bellow, and I feel greedy eyes flash towards its center as tribute after tribute eyes their chances. Only one glance is really required for me to get a good grip on the objects of my lust, buried in the heart of the beast. I wasn't afraid of this fight, for it could only end in my favor one way or the other. There could be no losing if your end-goal is death. What did I have to cower from on this jagged rock? If anything, it was the little mice surrounding me who had something to fear. (if any tribute gets in my way, then by all means, I hope they made amends with their savior).
My gaze meets the eyes of two others, Ezra and Axel, as the clock moves forward at a glacial pace. This moment meant everything, and I only hoped my quick trust hadn't been thrust into the hands of fools. This was all we had left...and I was determined to make the best of it.
As the countdown trickled down to its last few seconds, I could only keep ahold of one last thought.
Damn, I wish I had a cigarette.
[Cassius Birch enters the BloodBath]
hate to twist your mind
but God ain’t on your side
an old acquaintance severed
burn the world your last endeavor
but God ain’t on your side
an old acquaintance severed
burn the world your last endeavor
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Word Count: 689
OOC: Graphic credit goes to Zoe! Thanks to the wonderful Tristen for tribsitting as Cassius for the duration of the bloodbath. I know you'll be fabulous, dearie! Also, I will make this post look purty after the bloodbath.