Uprising V.3 Meeting #1

Illiana was one of the people who gasped. Her wide, doe-eyes bugged out of her head as they grew large with emotion. Fear, anger, betrayal, shock. She had not known this Dreamer girl, but she had known of her. Illiana had noticed the bizarre Capitol-made silver tattoo that was charming and disturbing when found in the ruins of District Thirteen. Charming because it was a silver color, sparkling faintly as though somebody had thrown faerie dust all over the tattoo after it was done. Disturbing because of the obvious: It was Capitol made.

The Capitol where evil was born and breed. There were dormant evil-doers like the average citizens of the Capitol, and there were evil ones who had lavish parties when the Hunger Games came around. There were evil, evil ones who worked for the government and there was the Supreme Evil that ran that body of sadists. Why did people always have it in for children? Adults acted like kids were nothing, yet the Capitol had to be afraid of the primarily teenage Uprising. Young people were strong, they were vital--her generation would be the one to make a difference. Still, in a hundred years there would be old people who no longer remembered what Illiana's friends had worked for. They would forget to be thankful for what people like Griffin Tucker, William Grimme, and Scamp Anderson had worked so hard for. What a terribly depressing thought.

What am I doing here again? Oh yes! Brie Dreamer, traitor to the cause. A grim Brie filled her head--with that tattoo. A happy Brie, a sad Brie, an angry Brie--they paraded through her mind, pictures Lana had made in her head as a way of trying to understand the woman. The traitor.

She inhaled sharply, thinking of all the times she had watched the woman from afar. Stormy, wild, green eyes that reminded her of the eyes that faerie-tale Queen Mabh's very own set. Queen Mabh had been the Autumn Queen, the unpredictable, chaotic, faerie queen who you could rely on only to stir up trouble at all times. Looking back on it, Illiana Annwn was surprised she had not seen the similarities between that evil queen and this evil queen-wannabe before. It was sheer innocence that had kept her from seeing the bad side of the Benedict Arnold.

A scruffy looking teenage boy a few feet away from her shook his head and muttered something about, 'those damned Capitolites.' He had the air of one of the older members, one who had grown up scrounging for food and trying to keep the Uprising from fading into the background once more. In those three words he pretty much summed it up. People from the Capitol were not to be trusted, now matter how pretty or good they seemed. Illiana had come to that conclusion when she realized that her own flesh and blood kin was being sent to the most horrifying place on Earth. The Arena, where memories of slaying fellow children was the best you could hope for and dying by hunger was just one of the many 'worsts' Illiana's mind could conjure up. If she died and went to Heaven, certainly she would ask all of the hundreds of girls and boys who had died what was the worst death. Hunger. Battle. Poison. Drowning. Falling. Animals. Avalanches. Suicide.

She shuddered delicately, and spoke up. "I didn't really know her well, but its true that she was a long-time member. Not a new recruit, right? Maybe the government found out she was helping rebels and she made a deal with them. Get rid of us in exchange for a free, healthy, Capitol life. It seems terrible that somebody would just betray us..." Illiana murmured the last part to only herself. I'm shaking. I'm quivering. This is unbelievable, how much one persons back-stabbing can be such a scare.



ooc- I tried to keep it short and sweet because I know nobody likes to read my ramblings.

-pokes Quint-

Maybe you should do a post wrapping up the Brie Discussion and starting the new one so us members have something to spring-board off of. You or Thundy, y'know?