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Moonlit sky ///blitz//// Ems/Pogue/Ani Feb 8, 2014 22:28:07 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 8, 2014 22:28:07 GMT -5

district 4. 18. Female. Eva Doll.

Life won't last forever when placed in the hands of those who don't even know me. Everyone is enemies here, and nothing will ever change that, but it would be nice to be able to spend time alone without anyone ever looking at me- it would make this journey so much easier to take. Friends won't last forever hear seeing as in a few days everyone will be pinned against each other fighting for their own victory of surviving the games. Weapons will be slamming against weapons as the screams of the dying fill the air before the never ending cannons ring out signifying the death of the fallen. It's my life ambition to fight in the games to allow people the opportunity to kill me before striking me dead sending my body crashing down to the ground, dead and cold. It's the dream that fills my mind every second my eyes are closed. The fear of death is too real.

A journey that wasn't mine to take, yet it's what was needed to be done. My family needs to know I'm capable of fighting despite being a mess up. Every mistake is my wrong doing, and it makes me angry knowing my hands were nowhere near the accident. All my parents wanted was Muscinda- she's the perfect twin until she killed herself. It'll never fall upon my ears the reason she walked away so many years ago as my feet stayed glued to the ground screaming her name at the top of my lungs, but she never looked back. Her goal was to fight in the games, to become a victor, but she ended herself before her chance was even given. She was the screw up- not me- her. She ended her life, and here I am fighting for her because nobody cares about me; it's quite obvious my death will happen soon no matter how hard my hands fight against the weapons of those surrounding me. It'll be me against them.

Tonight, I journeyed to the roof away from everyone to get a little fresh air to calm the nerves about the impending death that's been placed before me. The wind blows gently through the air as the moon dances in the sky. Chants of the citizens below fill my ears- it's disgusting. My life may have been spent in the career academy training for the games, but witnessing the death of those dying in the games changed the moment my sister left. Stars dance high in the sky flashing brightly across the land- no lights would be needed to guide the way. Some stars are brighter than many others. Some are dull running out of time before the light burns out forever. My life radiates like a star currently glowing bright, but in a few day, I could be one of those dull stars about to burn out as the light fades away from my body forever- my parents would cheer.

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Moonlit sky ///blitz//// Ems/Pogue/Ani Feb 10, 2014 23:53:31 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 23:53:31 GMT -5

T H I S T L E C A R D O
SEVENTEEN || DISTRICT 10"

Shadows dance across the ceiling of my room, twisting and twirling as my eyes struggle to keep up let alone actually see them. Silence hangs over me, wrapping around me like some straight jacket and every single sound I hear outside my bedroom door I cling to, every door slam, every shuffled footstep that rushes past, the muffled chatter of Capitolites as they happily prepare for the games. I grab at the sounds, reeling them into my mind and struggling to keep them there if only to interrupt the silence that hung in this room.

Above all, I hated silence the most. It held such power over me, over the other tributes, and I can only guess that it held in it's grasp every tribute that came before me, terrorizing us, bringing forth our worst thoughts, the ones that could only be brought out by silence, lured by it's cunning ways and sly tricks. Yes, silence had ruled my world for the past night, replacing the sleep I had been getting earlier in the week, the sleep that held nightmares and the sleep that I thought was the worst part. No, I was wrong, dead wrong. Silence stomped on sleep, on nightmares and dreams, crushing them and taking out the only bits of useful control it could salvage. Fear.

I feared so many things right now. Tributes, their silver and gleaming weapons, beautiful if only for the fact that they'd be stained with someone's blood, with perhaps my blood soon. Mutts, aggressive beasts that could kill you in one swipe. Death. There was no explanation needed there, honestly.

But tonight would be different.

Yes, tonight I wouldn't let silence take me, I wouldn't let it grab at me and claw me with it's invisible claws. No, I would not let it bring forth anything tonight, for I would not lay in my bed and let it. Slowly pulling the covers off of myself, I dress in something at least relatively warm, and slip out the door, leaving the silence to dwell until I returned, the last audible sound it hears being the soft "click" of my door as it closes. I needed escape, I needed fresh air.

Fresh air. Could it even be considered that here? I would much prefer the air of District 10 right now, no matter how bad it would smell some days or no matter how much it would linger, i'd take it any day over the air here. The Capitol air held in it a certain... Falseness. It was fake, the air of a perfect utopia built by the hands of members of the dystopias, the districts slaving so they could have this, a city filled with stuck-up freaks and bright colored hair. Disgusting. However, it would have to do, and if I could say so myself anything was better than silence.

The roof greets me with the hustle and bustle of the Capitol, bright lights hurting my eyes as I step outside. Although I didn't quite favor it, I could see why someone would love this place. It had everything, literally everything you could ever want or need, right here in this city. Instead of focusing on it, though, I instead go to the edge of the rooftop, removing the necklace my mother had given me before I cam here and holding it in my palms, rubbing the light amulet as I stare at it.

The only thing that breaks my attention is the fact that I can feel someone else near me, another presence as I had gotten one of those natural feelings when you know someone's there. Had I not noticed them before? Too busy wrapped up in the bright lights of the Capitol to notice another person? Eyes scanning the rooftop, I finally spot her. Mizar Roxen. The girl from four, the volunteer from Four.

My first reaction is to call her an idiot, to berate and yell at her for throwing her life away like she had. Instead, though, we lock eyes, and the only thing I can manage is a small nod, a weak "Hello" audible as I stare at her.

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Knuckles
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Moonlit sky ///blitz//// Ems/Pogue/Ani Feb 13, 2014 13:16:00 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 13, 2014 13:16:00 GMT -5

district 4. 18. Female. Eva Doll.

It's strange sitting here on the roof listening to the crowds forming below before the games begin. The stars dance in the sky as they look down upon us preparing us for the days ahead. Perhaps it would have been best if I never volunteered to enter the games. Sam is back home wondering if my body will be returned home dead or alive. Will my body be returned home cold, pale, stiff in a box prepared for burial, or will my body be alive and well? It's a question nobody can answer- not even myself. My eyes glare at the stars wondering how many fallen tributes from the previous games are dancing around looking at us telling us to fight on, or to just give up. Giving up would be the best option right now as nothing makes sense anymore. I volunteered for the games with one purpose in mind to fulfill the promise I made, but now I want to return home for Sam. He deserves much better than how I left him.

The gentle breeze flying through the air consuming my soul turning it into something I'm not. The Capitol never loves us, even as a career, I know the difference. My life has changed so much since being placed as a puzzle piece of the Capitol's giant puzzle. I'm worth so much more than the number they gave me- I'm more than a piece of a puzzle. I'm a human being prepared for slaughter, and nothing can be done about it. It was my chance to walk away from the reaping forever until my voice spoke loud enough volunteering my life to be placed on the line in place of Coral. Nobody deserves to die, and if I can prevent an innocent life from dying, my life will be worth fighting for. It's the way the games work. People die in the war that's raging on before us, yet nobody wants to die. People didn't have a choice in the matter, and I did. I was safe, but safe is the farthest thought from my mind. Nobody is to blame except myself.

Someone walks beside me forcing my head to turn into the direction the sound came from, and before me is the boy from ten. This boy didn't have a choice whether his life was safe or not. His name was called, and he answered- nobody saved him as I save Coral. It's hard for my eyes to meet his, but all I can manage to do is return the small nod he first gave me. Butterflies perform acrobatic stunts inside my stomach twisting my innards into pretzels. My hands shake slightly, unnoticeable, by my side. My voice catches in my throat, and it takes everything I have for a river to not flow from my eyes down my face. It's tiring knowing that he's my enemy, and I don't want to talk to him, but perhaps he can be the friend I'm looking for. "Hello. How are you doing?" My voice is quiet as a grim smile forms on my face. It's not the best way to start the conversation, but it's all I have to say right now. My eyes turn back towards the stars as my heart beats in silence.

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