{ s o l a c e } sirens | (Sierra/Clover)
Jul 2, 2013 2:11:38 GMT -5
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
[/justify][/size][/td][/tr][/left][/table]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
Table credit to Zoe! <3