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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 2, 2013 2:11:38 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 2, 2013 2:11:38 GMT -5

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Never, in my entire life thus far, had I witnessed a place so big, and so clean. It was almost unbearable. Then again, I wasn't going to be there for long. Hell, I wasn't even going to be alive much longer. It added to the loneliness factor I felt wedged into my abdomen, being somewhere so out of place, made that wedge shove deeper until, at times, I was worried I could no longer breathe. Looking at the wide assortment of faces spread out before me, realization that the games were in fact real plugged into my brain, and I forced my eyes down to my feet.

I paced myself as I neared the blades station, where a burly man that reminded me of the lumberjacks that were in childish stories. (Except all of that was fake - a figment of the imagination- this was real.) Every step he took actually pulled him closer to his untimely death. Every second ticking away was a second he was never going to get back- and one he didn't have time to make up.

I let my fingers- nimble, but so quick form all of those years of handling cards- trace a clothed pack of knives before picking them up. Now in my possession, I opened it to reveal the lethal silver beneath. A memory of my mother standing in our kitchen chopping carrots surfaced in my mind. She had looked over her shoulder at me, when I thought I was being sneaky, and smiled at me. It wasn't anything special, really, but for some reason the memory had burned itself into my mind. Suddenly I realized lumberjack boy was talking to me, and I turned to face him. He directed me over to wear I needed to stand, and I assumed the position. Feet shoulder length apart, shoulders square, and eyes level, I struck. My blade was now free of the pack, free of me, free of everything, but something always crushed freedom. It stabbed into a wooden plank with a thud, and even though it wasn't directly in the middle, it was a lot closer than I had expected. Sending another, then another flying, I waited to see if knives were my strong point. I had to be sure. Each blade managed to land around the center, not blown away but satisfied, I tossed the final blade. With a loud thud! that echoed in the large room, it took it's place in the direct center. With a sigh of relief, I turned to move on to the next station.

I was going to die, anyway. Why not make the best of it?

Even in the exceptionally large room, my path still managed to become blocked by a figure. (Not much of one.) The girl was far too small, and after only a single glance I could tell her health wasn't what it could have been, and she only stood as tall as a twelve year old. Still, I got the feeling she was older than that, the pain behind her eyes far too wise to be so young. When Damea felt sick, I always brought her soup in bed. I wondered what I could do to make this girl feel better.

"Hey there, I'm Drace. District Three."

I'm waking up, I feel it n my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 3, 2013 5:35:21 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jul 3, 2013 5:35:21 GMT -5

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I wander slightly aimlessly around the training room - (the only bone in my body not connected to another is the hyoid, a tiny bone at the base of my tongue) - curious as to whether a fall from the climbing wall would result in one broken leg, or two. Lost in my own mind, I do not notice the boy until he is standing right before me. "Hey there, I'm Drace. District Three."

My immediate reaction is to smile, although fear finds it's place in my thoughts. (Please do not pity me, I don't need you to care. I just need to die having lived. Understand that?) "The bones of an adult human make up fourteen percent of their total body weight," I say, furrowing my eyebrows. Embarrassed, I let my hair cover my eyes and my head tilt toward the floor. "I- I'm sorry. I mean, I'm Sierra. District Twelve." The last word comes out as a whisper, and I am afraid the tall boy will know me from the reaping, in which I stood up and chose to take my place. (Don't judge me for that, don't hate me.)

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 3, 2013 20:05:25 GMT -5

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One of my father's favorite poems said that death may bury our bones, but had to leave the soul alone. Broken dreams and silenced screams, they kept you going until you were gone. It was the only thing my mind could think of when the girl's voice chanted like wind. "The bones of an adult human make up fourteen percent of their total body weight," I nodded my head, and wondered how much was made up of their soul. She became interested in her feet, which reminded me much of a child when they had done something silly or embarrassing. A light smile found itself pointed at her from my face, and I tried speaking with a gentle tone. "Really? You must be smart, huh?" I hoped it was enough to make her feel comfortable around me, because the over whelming desire to keep her safe was still burning strong in my heart.

I crossed my arms and pinched my eyebrows closer together, seeming enchanted by her knowledge. Really, she did seem like one of those people like Damea, where brilliance was most important. I had my own tricks of the mind, but mine were mostly bluffs that always seemed to work out in my favor. I had little actual knowledge about anything beneficial in a room full of people that were fighting to be noticed. There were always one or two lucky people from my school that got important jobs working for the capitol, but everyone else was doomed to a sad fate. I was one of those people that was doomed, even now when I was long gone from District Three, death was tapping on my front door, eager to break in. Like my father had always said, though, he could bury my bones but my soul was safe.

I'm waking up, I feel it n my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 3, 2013 22:13:03 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jul 3, 2013 22:13:03 GMT -5

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His smile is comforting, and it soothes my fluttering heart. Without meaning to, even the kindest of people can strike fear in the heart of a girl who has been hidden so long. I love company - a simple laugh can brighten my day. I almost wish for a friend, but then I stop myself. In a place like this, friends are mistakes. It is all well enough to live and then die, but bringing other people - those who you want with all of your heart to live and prosper - into the equation serves only as a complication. I don't want to be the cold, terrible one, but I came here to finally believe in happy endings.Ironic.

"Really? You must be smart, huh?" he asks, and I blush furiously. For a moment I simply shake my head, trying to drag together a sentence that will explain everything without sounding arrogant or sharp. "I- I guess I just don't get out a lot." The truth is quick to my lips. When me and my sister attempted to lie to our parents, I was always the one who stumbled and stuttered and couldn't meet anyone's eye. "I read a lot of books... when I can't walk, and stuff." Realising how stupid I sound, and cross with myself for making it about me, I change the subject quickly. "You don't seem half-clever yourself."

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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 4, 2013 15:52:37 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 4, 2013 15:52:37 GMT -5

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Utter sorrow over filled my heart and began leaking instantly. How could a person speak with such sweet bliss all while hiding the demons of pain and suffering like it was no big deal? How could she keep the smile she wore so warmly on her face there? I instantly pulled a chair from beneath the blades station and pushed it behind her, almost forcing her to sit. She needed rest I could see it in her eyes- the pain she was trying to hide. (Or maybe I was imagining it, I did that when my protective instinct kicked in.) Pulling another chair out for myself, I sat across from her. I allowed myself a small smile as she complimented me. "Thanks,"

I turned to look at the open expanse of space that was given to us in the room, and still managed to feel claustrophobic. It reminded me too much of Mangus Nox's mansion. Just like the place where I lived, I was trapped here was no escape. I turned my attention back to Sierra. "I guess appearances can be deceiving, though." Maybe she was being deceiving right now. Maybe she was doing all of this for a sympathy vote,and easy ride to the later games. I wanted it to be true, so I wouldn't have such an intense need to care for her, but something deep within my knew that what she said was real. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and tried my best to ignore it. Everyone has lived through tragedy, Drace. She wasn't the only one. I didn't care.

I'm waking up, I feel it n my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 5, 2013 2:51:57 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jul 5, 2013 2:51:57 GMT -5

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As the chair bumps into my legs, forcing me to sit, I wince. It doesn't hurt, however I know from experience that an action as simple as this could cause a fracture. After a moment of assessing myself, I breathe a sigh of relief. Still, I am relatively whole. Averting my eyes from the boy, I pray that he didn't see the expression in my eyes - perhaps it was fear, or anticipation, or even a desperation for him to stay and continue the conversation. Unlike some of the others, I do not feel as though he is second guessing me, trying to work out if they could bring themselves to kill me, worry clashing with excitement. He is simply concerned. Raw, with open eyes.

"Thanks," he says, although my words were not intended as a compliment. "I guess appearances can be deceiving, though." Inside my mind, I laugh - only in my dreams do stick-thin arms lie in their suggestion of weakness, short frames tell untruths when it comes to power and mobility. If only what looked like a disease was actually a superpower. I offer him a weak smile. "Not for me," I say. After a moment, I realise the lie I just told. Not only do my words suggest a useless vulnerability, but they also ignore my lust for adventure, determination for life and yearning for knowledge. When I look in the mirror, I do not always look like a girl who would give anything (and everything) to live, if only for a week. "Although," I add with a hesitant grin, "I guess I'm not the typical volunteer tribute we see."

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 5, 2013 11:45:06 GMT -5

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I was intelligent. Not brilliant, necessarily, but I usually knew what I was talking about. There were still things that caught me off guard, though. My name being called at the reaping was a perfect example. Or my coming home to a burning house with my sister collapsed in a puddle of tears on the front lawn. The words sounded so foreign coming out of Sierra's mouth. A volunteer? Why in the hell had she thrown herself into something like this? I had good health, and I still would have never volunteered for my death. After this year, I would have been home free. Unfortunately, my name was announced for all of Panem to hear regardless, but I didn't want it to be. Sierra must have, even if she was so vulnerable that a good shove was enough to send her flying across a room.

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. "You volunteered?" I shook my head in confusion. "Why?" My voice expressing my lack of understanding proudly. Why would someone as small as her want a fate like this? Why would they deliberately throw themselves into danger? My mind searched for an answer, and stopped on a memory of my mother asking my father the very same thing about me when I was only eight. "Attention." My father had said. Maybe he was right about me, but I wondered if that was also the case with Sierra. I turned my head, trying to make sure I had been seeing her correctly. She still looked tired, on the verge of collapsing, actually. Her fragile shoulders were still slumped with intimidation. Perhaps what she wanted was attention, after all. I nodded, because I was going to give it her.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 6, 2013 0:04:49 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jul 6, 2013 0:04:49 GMT -5

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He asks me why and I crumple. The title 'volunteer tribute' brings with it so many labels that I despise. The idea that someone would choose a fate that implies murder and a lust for power - that's the kind of thing my childish mind once associated only with cold-blooded Careers and starving, stupid hopefuls. Evil people with evil intent. As the boy looks upon me, I hope he is not dismissing me to be one of these people. Flustered, ashamed, I open my mouth.

"It's... it's not what you think. So far - my whole life, I haven't been able to live. My mother kept me locked up, for my own good," I swallowed, wondering if I would ever be able to explain what was going on in my scrambled mind on reaping morning. "I was going to die in my bed. And there was a girl with a whole world ahead of her, and I knew I could save her from this, and let myself have one real adventure." Inside my mind, I plead that he believes me. (I tell the truce, Drace, don't think I'm in this for pity.) All my life, every eye that was lain upon me was filled with guilt at their own healthy bodies and the thankful, reluctant need to sympathy. I never wanted that, but I want it less now than ever.

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 9, 2013 11:45:59 GMT -5

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I ran a hand threw the tangled mass of hair that my prep team had spent way too much time cutting and styling when I had first arrived. Who did I think I was? It wasn't any of my business, what this girl was doing. I had literally only known her for a few minutes. I needed to realize that this girl wasn't Damea, she was Sierra. She wasn't the little sister that needed me to be there for her. She was just a random girl that had a lot in common with her.

"I'm sorry, It's none of my-" I was too late. The girl had already started explaining herself, the story I had no right to know. Yet she still told me. She told me about how this was her one chance to have an adventure, that it was the only way. I listened in shame for myself, and couldn't help but be interested in her story. Die? Was she really that ill? Again, an over whelming desire to take care of her felt heavy on my shoulders, but I shrugged it off. I couldn't afford this. I couldn't take care of someone who was like my sister, because then I would never get to see my sister again. She would be completely alone. "You are really brave, you know that?" I asked her, and she was. And naive. So, so naive.

"A lot braver than I could ever be."

I'm waking up, I feel it n my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover) Jul 11, 2013 0:51:21 GMT -5

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Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Jul 11, 2013 0:51:21 GMT -5

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I told myself I couldn't afford to care about anyone. And there's no way I could be so cruel as to let anyone care about me. I am going to die. Each face I take the time to look at, each person I exchange simple words with - there is more than a fleeting chance that they will join me in the ground. The many years that I spent alone, and clinging to my sister have left me reaching out to others for comfort. It's pathetic, but without even meaning to, I reach out for a hand to hold. Drace calls me brave, and I beam. Guilt floods me. I am brave, I am brave, I am brave.

It's the only thing I have going for me, but it's the easiest thing to doubt. "A lot braver than I could ever be," he declares me, and I shake my head. Maybe these people don't understand. We're all something. Be it brave or ruthless or determined or strong or fierce. And for the next couple of days, we'll remain us. But if my past experience of watching hours upon hours of prerecorded Games has revealed anything, it's that it doesn't matter. In the end, we'll be one of two things. Dead. Or alive. And I've already chosen my fate.

"We'll see about that, Drace Vandel. You might just surprise yourself." I smile, but I hate myself for letting my heart yearn for his Victory. (Every single tribute I meet, I want desperately to make it. Every tribute apart from the one in the mirror.)

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