My Right to be Hellish // [Mason+City]
Feb 21, 2015 0:38:57 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Feb 21, 2015 0:38:57 GMT -5
Velocity Rush
"Before the g l i t t e r, the a s h e s and t o m b s t o n e d u s t..."
Warning.
The players arrange themselves. There are the spectators, an equal number of boys and girls in the throes of hormones. There are the trainers, designed to be even more forgettable than the avoxes who haunt the hallways. Then, on the perfectly square stage, the actors.
Standby.
I'm admitted without a ticket, just a wink and flash of my credentials. District Eight Female it says, and I've wondered what it means for days. No matter. As long as I have a good seat. I'm ushered forward and while there's no playbill, there is a narrator. He looks at me long and hard, sighs distastefully. "I'll be the model fan," I promise him. He proceeds to tell me what I already know: be quiet, watch closely, learn what you can't.
"What I can?"
He shakes his head and walks away. If I learn what I can't, then I've learned all I can. I lean against the ropes, promising that I will be here to watch, listen, learn, when one of the actors starts to fray.
Maybe he's a puppet after all.
Go.
The ropes are made for climbing and in a breath I am on the stage. Maybe I've been an actor all along, and that's why I didn't need a ticket. I smile, but then that's all wrong for my character. I am strong and brave and stonefaced. I roll my lips together and approach the fraying boxer. From my hair I pluck a bobby pin and slide it between my teeth.
So close to a needle, the monster reminds me.
It's no more a needle than I am an actor. I smile around the pin, through it, as I lift his glove and tug at the dangling string. It goes taut. "This won't hurt a bit," I promise the boxer. The pin isn't a needle and he isn't a marionette. I slip the string into the U and thread the pin through the stitches. The string follows the path home.
I bend to kiss the stitched wound, lips to sweaty plastic. "All better," I promise.
End Scene.
OOC Notes
surprise tags, catoe!
surprise tags, catoe!
but i ran away for a couple years
just to prove i've never been free