little wolf {rook}
Mar 4, 2015 23:28:50 GMT -5
Post by cass on Mar 4, 2015 23:28:50 GMT -5
o p a l.Morning comes and goes. And each morning as the light filters through the curtains in her room she stirs. More often then not she awakes before the sun has yet to rise, when the darkness still swallows this world whole. It is at those times of the day when she slips a loose shirt on, straps on her fake leg, then a pair of pants. She’ll quickly walk over to the cot that sits in the far corner, a hand gently caressing the side of the child’s face before moving to the door to put on a pair of worn out shoes. The grey of the early morning has started to set into the day, and it this time of the year her breath catches in her throat for a moment before being released past dry lips in one white burst. The heat rises, billowing behind her as she walks through the Capitol’s training center and down towards the ground floor where she will find freedom.
Her daily ritual of heading down to the training centre to spend a few hours hitting bags, running, leaping and swinging a weapon the only reason she would leave his side. The elevator slid open with a light ding, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the early morning darkness. She slipped into the hall that led to the training centre. She could remember every moment of her time her before the games with perfect clarity. She could remember running out of the room gasping for air the first time she was supposed to come down here. She can remember seeing twenty-three other children roaming around, the sounds of grunts and cries and laughter as they trained.
When she enters the room she can picture herself and Locust and Drace and Cleo gathered to one side their bitter snarky comments ringing in the air. She can remember watching Locust, and having the girl by her side the entire time they awaited the day they’d rise into the arena. She can remember Sierra; she can remember teaching Erik how to hold a knife properly. Sometimes she wonders if they see it as well, if they see those that could have been standing where they once were, or if, like most of her heart they just don’t care. In those moments of remembering she quickly banishes such thoughts. She’d lost the energy to care anymore, just as she’d lost all energy to care about future tributes and what happened to them. It was cruel of her, but she had no heart or emotions to waste on them, not anymore.
It was generally deserted at this time of the day, with the lack of tributes to occupy it she had the freedom to do as she pleased. There was no one there to disturb her as she trained and there was rarely anyone else in the room when she used it. Stretching her arms above her head she let out a pleased groan, the chill of the morning bit into her exposed skin, but she shook it off quickly, making her way to a mat to quickly stretch her tired limbs.
After a few minutes of stretching and waking herself up she springs up, feet itching to go for a run. Jogging lightly back down the hall and towards the entrance to the entire building she slowed she got closer, spotting a dark figure by the door. Narrowing her eyes she squinted at them, uncertain as to who it was and not entirely pleased that the peace of her morning was being disturbed. A fiery curtain of hair fell around the young girls face, Opal was hardly aware of little more then the girls recent victory. It was, after all, after her entire emotional breakdown and Ky’s birth and part of her recent neglect of the games and tributes.
Oh well.
She bit her lip, giving the girl a once over. What was her name? Valfierno? Her first name escaped Opal and she blinked, scavenging through her mind trying to find it. It was hardly her fault, she’d in a pretty shit situation when this girl had taken her crown. She knew that the last name wasn’t terribly common, it wasn’t like Ross or Myler. Regardless of what Opal thought of her name, though, there was something about the girl that begged to be asked. She reminded Opal of everything she’d lost, and that part of her that she’d given to Potato begged her to say something. Sighing heavily she tilted her head before asking, ”wanna jog with me, Valfi-Valfei” she covered her mouth with a hand, hiding her embarrassment before finally saying, ”Val?”
Yeah that’d do.