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No looking back | Train thread {Thundy/Grim} Feb 8, 2015 17:37:06 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Feb 8, 2015 17:37:06 GMT -5

Chaske Parks

Never in my entire life did I dream of this moment. Hearing my name from the mouth of the escort continues ringing through my ears, and I'm not able to do anything about it. My mind races as I sit in the room waiting for anyone else to show. Deep inside I pray Chance shows along with Mother and Father, but nobody does. Just one strange boy who swore up and down he knew me, but I've never seen this kid in my entire life. I've never talked to him, and he called me a name. Volcan. I've never experienced anything like this before. I've never looked around like the world was traveling on, but today it made me stop and think. Who the fuck is Volcan?

Chance needs to be here. He needs to look me in the eye and apologize for all the fucking lies he's shared, but the coward stayed away. He ran away the moment he was free. Chance took my freedom, and now he must pay. Oh he will. Oh he will. I knock over one of the chairs getting it out of my face because I don't want to look at it anymore. It's dumb being here. It's dumb standing here knowing this is what the world has come to. People looking at me over and over like I'm some sort of animal. But I am an animal in the eyes of the rulers, and for that, I must change how they look at me. I will not be known a an animal. I'm just another human trying to live.

The door bust open, and before my eyes stands the peacekeepers in their white uniforms. Showing off how much power they truly have. Weapons cased beside them in case someone fights. Maybe they'll slam some poor soul before the games can take them, but in all the years of the reaping, for as long as I can remember at least, nobody has tried running away. Every one cooperates because in the end nobody cares. Dying is important for the world. At least wild child aren't running around every day. At least nobody tries to cross paths with the demons standing before me. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with them until I'm tossed into hell.

The walk feels like all time has stood still. People gather around clapping as we're moving on like it's some sort of fucking show. Oh wait, that's exactly what it is. People want us to die. Returning home will be impossible, and I'll be damned if Colgate makes that promise. One thing Mother taught me was to never make a promise I couldn't keep because it makes a liar. And it breaks trust like no other. Yet I have no trust for him. He managed to win the games. He scored the ultimate goal of survival, and now his entire life is devoted to Capitol, to us, the tributes who end up in the same position he did a few years ago.

Climbing the steps on the train drained every ounce of strength from me taking my life away from me before they even had a chance, but the moment I reach the top I feel alive. A new wave of energy surges through my veins reinvigorating my soul. A smile spreads across my face as I turn around waiting for those gathered around to leave. Fuck them for being here seeing me off. My face will be one that nobody forgets. The one that nobody fucking cares about when the life is over. No. I can't let that happen. My face will be one they remember. One I'll personally implant into their brains. I'll make sure that Colgate O'Leary doesn't forget me.

"So, what's the plan? You going to teach us how to become the predators? Or will you leave us to the prey?" The words slide from my tongue with ease. I have no worries about them. He can hate me because no matter what he says, I'll be the predator pouncing on those worthless tributes. Yes, yes. We will devour them all. A small chuckle escapes from my lips as I find a place to sit down. This is my seat. My domain, but in a while I'll reach the Capitol's domain, and I'll make sure the walls fall. Every single one of them. "Unless, you have a better idea." I add before turning towards my district partner as a large smile plasters against my face.

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No looking back | Train thread {Thundy/Grim} Feb 8, 2015 22:18:23 GMT -5

Post by grim. on Feb 8, 2015 22:18:23 GMT -5

|M Y S T I C |T R O T T E R|
"I A M T I T A N I U M"

My cheeks were dry and cracked, swelled from the stream of tears that had fallen upon them. That boy, Chaske, he had degraded me, made me feel like a cat rummaging for the feather twirling between his fingers. He had made me feel weak, like I was already dead. But I wasn't, as far as I was concerned I was still breathing, and until that last breath leaves my lunges, I was going to fight like hell. For once in my life I was happy I could never afford the Capitols fancy makeup. For if I would have worn it, I could never hide the damage I just felt.

    When I had left the room containing that boy, I was escorted to my own room. I waited, and soon enough my mother had entered. She was accompanied by my little brother. They way that they had stared at me made this experience all the worse. "Stop looking at me like im already dead!" I shout. I can see the expression on my mothers face was solemn. She had no hope for my survival. As far as she was concerned she was the mother of only one child. It hurts, that feeling of having your heart ripped from within your chest, and thrown on the ground to rot. I hugged my younger brother, ran my fingers through his dirty hair, gave him a kiss on his forehead, and I asked the Peace Keepers to escort them out. I wasn't going to be stared at like fish squirming from the end of a rod.

    I sat in that room for a few moments longer, waiting for my journey to continue. Within the next half hour I was asked to follow them to a train. The train seemed large, much to large to be transporting a handful of people to the Capitol. When I entered I was amused, the train was filled with all sorts of high end products. Anything from food, to furniture, even some rather expensive looking artwork. I enjoyed the seamlessness of the train, I intend to live a life in this kind of luxury. I was taken to a part of the train that seemed to be some kind of dining hall. Tables and such were scattered about the space. Then I see him, the wicked face of the boy that had used me, dangled my life from the clutch of his imagination. fuck him

    I take a seat at the same table as him, and another man. I recognize him as Colgate. A victor in our sorry District. He was much larger then I expected, but then again I was rather short. His appearance wasn't as bad as I had heard. It wasn't to pleasant either. But still, he had a seemingly strange appeal to his persona. I find a spot to lean against a wall that is close enough to my colleague. I try to ignore his stares and attempts to make me feel at risk. I couldn't let him break me like that again, it wasn't an option. He may think he has a hold on me, but to claim superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

    "So, what's the plan? You going to teach us how to become the predators? Or will you leave us to the prey?" he spits this at Colgate like a threat, like yet again he has a grasp on some power that the rest of us don't have. He will soon realize that his almighty power is nothing more then illusion. It makes me wonder if he had grown up worshipped by the people around him. This could come as an advantage, I bet some District One brute will set him straight.

"Unless, you have a better idea." his pursed smirk, and rodent like attitude was getting to me. He was disgusting, vial, every movement he made caused my throat to burn. I stare at him for a moment, my expression harsh, never straying from his gaze. I was making him aware that he was fucking with the wrong girl. " Well Hun, why don't we listen to what Colgate my have in mind"? I play. I directed these words with so much force and hatred. My aim was to make him feel degraded, less then worthy of my presents, or anyone's presents for that matter. He deserved to rot in that arena.

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Last Edit: Feb 8, 2015 22:19:29 GMT -5 by grim.

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No looking back | Train thread {Thundy/Grim} Feb 10, 2015 19:09:15 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Feb 10, 2015 19:09:15 GMT -5

.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}

And the girl, oh how I hate her. The way she moves. Everything about her, but here I am stuck on a train with her. Trapped in the pits with her, the Capitol people, and the only district nine victor, Colgate O'Leary. Part of me wants to know how he won, and how he survived the hell they put him through, they're about to put us through. Honestly, I don't care how he won. I don't give a damn how any tribute became a victor. Eventually all will fail. Everyone will fall into the depths of the earth. The soul keeper lurking below will take them all, and we won't be anymore. Looking at them sickens me. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to forcefully vomit all over them. Yet I don't move. Not even when she makes that comment about waiting for him to speak.

Her words are like venom pursing through the air, but I have a tourniquet ready to stop it from spreading. My world, her world, for the time has stopped. Nobody can restart it until the Capitol places the crown on top of the lone survivor. A victor. That's all they want. Someone trapped with the depths of the world, and this ignorant little girl won't have anything to do with this. She will die, and I'll make sure of it. And I look around waiting for Colgate to speak. Waiting for an answer, but my words towards my tongue, and with all amount of respect I have, she deserves to hear them. Everyone of them. I let out a small sigh while rolling my eyes pretending that the entire world is alright, and that her stupid little comment bothered me, but I can't pretend any longer. Instead I smile directing my eyes towards her.

"First off, let me fucking tell you something. You are a bitch, and don't you ever call me Hun again! I'll tear your fucking head from your body right now!" My words fly from my mouth faster than a volcano erupting. My eyes narrow at her, and I don't fucking care what Colgate says. I don't give a damn what this little girl does because I'll be damned if she messes with me. She'll learn right here, and right now that she has no right talking to me like that. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

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No looking back | Train thread {Thundy/Grim} Feb 10, 2015 20:48:58 GMT -5

Post by grim. on Feb 10, 2015 20:48:58 GMT -5

Mystic Trotter

I A M T I T A N I U M

His face was bitter, his scaly skin flared. I had pissed him off, done exactly as I had wanted. This caused me to grin, the corners of my mouth raised on either side. He had nowhere else to scurry, he had no choice but to step down, hide from the sun in fear of shriveling. He was vermin, and I was the victor, crushing him beneath my boot. I continue to lean up against the trains walls, feeling nearly no vibrations. It was strange, the way the train floated above the earths surface.

I begin to observe Colgate. He was strange, his presents kind of soft spoken. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable though, I actually felt somewhat comforted, considering the circumstances. He didn't seem amused by the tension in the room, but he hadn't spoken out yet. I wonder if he was going to say a single word on this train ride, or possibly leave us for dead. I didn't know the kind of man Colgate was, besides what I have heard from the Capitol. But its not like the Capitol is the greatest source for facts about a person.

Chaske still seemed so agitated, annoyed at the situation. He looked like he was a dog resisting the temptation to bark at some unknown stranger. "First off, let me fucking tell you something. You are a bitch, and don't you ever call me Hun again! Ill tear your fucking head from your body right now!" he shouts. I cant help but feel my jaw tense. My lip quiver, and my spin jolt. I was use to having people yell in my face, call me worthless, but this was different. It hurt, I felt a dagger drive into my chest, screaming for me to let my heart ache, let the tears fall, but I wouldn't concede.

My gaze rushes to look at a different part of the train. I couldn't give him the pleasure of seeing my face in shock. I bite the inner layers of my cheek, tasting the metallic salted taste of my own blood rush onto my tongue. I sit there for a moment staring at the floor. What had I done to make him treat me this way? Since the moment he laid eyes on me, he wanted me dead, and perhaps this was what the rest of the tributes had in store for me. I didn't want to be hated, I wanted to thrive.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"he shouts once again. I don't know way but I feel my chin bob, letting my head pulse up and down. Giving out this gesture that I understood, that I surrendered. When in fact I hadn't. I wasn't done, my body simply made a mistake. My brain was thinking differently then I publicly was expressing, and I couldn't stop it. He had a hold on me, that was apparent, but his hold was simply temporary. I was going to be free, he was not going to constrict me, squeezing me tighter until my lunges can no longer function.

"I understand." these word slip from my lips, ever so soft and faint. I couldn't believe I let myself step down, I let him win. My shame was worse the any insult her had thrown at me thus far, yet I kept the theme going. "Don't you wonder what the Capitol could be like? Colgate must have a pretty good idea." I say this, and my lips curve. Presenting a lie upon my face, the lie of happiness, when in fact I was in pain.

"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different, and yet the same."

{CREDIT TO ANZIE}

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Last Edit: Feb 10, 2015 20:50:14 GMT -5 by grim.

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No looking back | Train thread {Thundy/Grim} Feb 11, 2015 15:38:57 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Feb 11, 2015 15:38:57 GMT -5

.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}

All throughout my life, I've never been on a train before. Never gone this fast before, yet the movements are smooth, and it doesn't even feel like I'm moving unless I turn and look out the window. Watching the trees fly by makes me kind of sick to my stomach. My cheeks feel hot from all the yelling, and from the trees moving outside. Turning my eyes away from the window, I turn them towards Trotter and Colgate. Both of them wanting my attention, but none of them speak. Nobody says a word while my words ricochet through the train car. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as she looks away from me. Part of me expects Colgate to turn on me at any second. After all, I am messing with a victor. He won these games, and in a way that's scary.

Pushing the thoughts towards the back of my mind, I sit there doing nothing. My hands shake in front of me as I lay them down on the table. My entire body feels like it's been set on fire. Sweat pours from my forehead rolling down my face burning my eyes. The world's moving quickly, and I'm expecting the situation to turn for the worse. Afraid I'll lose control, but in the end it's not truly her fault. It's Mother's fault, Chaske. It's Mother's fault. Mother's and Father's. Quickly, raising my hands towards my face, I wipe the sweat away trying to take a deep breath. Trying to calm myself down when I hear her small words. "I understand."

Her lips turn up into a smile. She wasn't there, Chaske. She wasn't there. I remind myself over and over it's not her fault, that she wasn't there to do anything, but every single woman in the world is venomous threatening to strike at any moment. And it's hard to look at her. Hard to think that she's so innocent to the world. I want to shout at her some more. To tell her that simply understanding isn't enough, but the world is changing. It's turning away from me. Pushing me back. My hands ball into fists pounding against the table as I try to remind strong. Try to hold onto myself instead of this shadow creeping over me. It's only when she changes the subject the world settles down.

"Don't you wonder what the Capitol could be like? Colgate must have a pretty good idea." it wasn't something I ever thought of. Nothing I ever cared about, but as I turn towards her the venom courses through my veins rapidly. "No. I haven't ever wanted to know what that stupid fucking place looked like. They're taking us there to fucking slaughter us like a bunch of farm animals." Inhaling sharply I force myself to stop talking. Trying to calm my voice down. Trying to keep the grey world from consuming me like it has done many times before. "But maybe Colgate can give us a good idea of what it's like. Maybe."