Thunder //Eva + Altair//drought plot
May 8, 2014 5:53:47 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on May 8, 2014 5:53:47 GMT -5
A L T A I R Y U E
It's amazing the lengths that they'll go to for one kid.
I'd been in the Ward, idly flicking little paper balls at the wall with one slippered foot hanging over the arm of my armchair and the other where my head should have been. It was deathly quiet apart from the beeping of machines preserving the lives of those still soundly asleep. That's how life tends to be around me, seeing as no one really wants to deal with what will happen if they make too much noise. It's not that I'm grumpy or anything, it's more like my body freaks out, I look like I'm possessed and my limbs go flying all over.
It's just the perks of having epilepsy I guess.
The thing is, my condition does give you tons of time to read. Growing up with scientists for parents definitely only helped with that. Having spent most of my life locked up, knowledge and books have been my only real solitude. When they came to find my I was drooling with Animal Farm over my face. Yeah, I do love my learning but I also love naps. I'm excellent at naps.
I suppose they let me sleep, waking me up is never a good idea because if I get shocked out of sleep it's more likely to send me into an attack than result in my wakefulness. I can't really say what happened next, only that it was probably a good thing that I was already in a wheelchair because it saved them carrying me onto a train. I'd never been on a train before, what with the fact that it's pretty much illegal unless you're a tribute. My head ran wild with thoughts when I awoke in the bed. I could feel the movement even with the smoothness of the ride because mine was a life spent travelling by feet or wheelchair.
I must say, I was intrigued.
The bane of my existence is probably my curiosity. I've always been rather easygoing and that's probably because it doesn't take much to distract me. Hand me a new book or even an empty box and I will be entertained for life. Being on a train was like Christmas times ten. Almost immediately, I scrambled out of the bed and found that the closet was filled with real people clothes instead of pajamas. With appropriate wear, I was careening through that train like nobody's business. In the day and a half that I spent on that beautiful machine, I most likely suffered five different attacks. They ended up shutting me in my room.
The beauty of me though, is that even shut in my room I can find ways to set myself off. I'm the most fragile of things and I'm the one who realizes the least. I'm a bit of an egg head but in retrospect, who isn't?
It wasn't until we arrived in District Eleven that I was given the reason for my transport. My father was a biochemist, my mother a naturopath. They wanted me to work with a core group of scientists in the effort to discover a more durable plant seed. I'm not going to lie, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve because despite my goofy grin and the fact that I am lightning standing free, my head holds much more than a lump of meet. If they were looking for a guy who knew how to work mutations of a gene, I was a good kid to start with.
So they put me in a lab and there were ground rules of course. No one was allowed to make loud sounds, sudden movements, anything that might set me off. I was not allowed to do any of those things either and there was someone to watch me to make sure I behaved. My shouts for joy usually involved quiet whoops with a minimal fist pump. My celebrating had to be done inwardly for the most part. I lead a very exciting life as you can guess. It's alright, just slightly less fun at times.
I've been here a few days and surprisingly, I've only had one episode. It was when a chemical had an unexpected reaction and someone broke a test tube. The sound of the glass shattering set me off pretty bad. I'm so used to it now that I literally wake up in mild confusion and then pick myself back up. It's the people around me who freak out. I'm used to that too. Everyone is always treating me like I'm crafted from stardust. It makes me miss my sister a lot, she was the only one who thought me sturdy. I haven't seen her in a very long time now.
Now I am mixing some dried out seeds with water that has a high concentration of vitamins, just to see if I can take the path my mother would have wanted and create a sturdier plant using only natural items. My baseball cap has even been turned backwards on my head as if to mark my level of concentration. My tongue sticks out, holding the top of my lip in place as I pour the vials and stir the life elixir together with expert precision. As I pour, the lights suddenly flick off.
My eyes reel with confusion, the sudden darkness far too much. Then the lights flick back on, no please, not right now, then they flick off. I shudder and the blades of my shoulders contract. The vials slip out of fingers that are quickly becoming weak. Someone screams when the lights flick off again. The ground begins to crumble beneath me and I struggle to find my footing. My legs seem to collapse under me and my arms fling out, the glassware on my work table falling to the ground and shattering with a loud crash. It is all I need to fall to the floor. Glass crunches underneath me, but I cannot feel it as my body convulses. I cannot even scream as I shake and soon enough, the darkness fetches me into it's embrace.
