queen with a broken crown ♚ quartz dp
Mar 11, 2015 15:34:44 GMT -5
Post by jess on Mar 11, 2015 15:34:44 GMT -5
Q U A R T Z C A P L I N ♚ D I S T R I C T 1 |  I am cocooned in the snow, wrapped, enveloped. It's warm, even though it shouldn't be; the arena is cold, I'm cold, I'm supposed to be- but I'm not. The warmth is like a release, all the days of shivering through nights and needing so much strength to carry on into morning without freezing. Avoiding frostbite, and alongside other dangers in this - what did I call it at the start again?- winter wonderland. It doesn't feel like a wonderland, it doesn't feel like the beautiful paradise it looks. Because red has stained the platinum coat stretching out for miles, and the red is from me. My blood, Ryder's blood, Jordan's blood. I don't know whether I'm lying in a pool of my own or not. All that runs through my head is- i'm I let the thought sink in for a moment, I'm quiet, and the arena seems quiet; peaceful, like everything has stopped, all fights have come to abrupt ends as people hold their weapons and regain their old selves. They wonder what they're doing, holding a blade to another innocent child's neck. They put down their weapons, they sing one final lullaby. It seems like the world has made way for my death, when really it's nothing like that.goingto There's only one person who would miss me, and he's far away. I can't reach out my hand and find his, entwining the fingers within each other and feeling the comforting heat. I can't whisper my final goodbyes, I can't speak every word I ever wanted to say to him. Jet. His face crosses my mind for just a moment, and a single tear falls, stained red. There's seconds left before my inevitable death - before the mutt takes me and eats my corpse. I can't let it - I can't- it can't take the bracelet how is it going to get home i can't let it take the bracelet I want them to take the bracelet home, but I can't say anything; my words catch in my throat and all I do is cough blood. The blood stains even more of the snowy ground red, a battlefield on what used to be peaceful land. A shivering hand reaches towards my wrist and pulls the bracelet off, and I clasp it gratefully in my right hand. The mutt is moving closer, and I know the end is near- "J-Jeff..." The name slips out my mouth, and I try to get his attention with my shaking voice. My hand outstretches, the one holding the bracelet. Please take it. It's the only part of home he'll have left after I'm gone. If my body is going to be eaten, they can't recover me. They need one last part of me, the bond between me and Jet. "T-Take this..." I open my palm, holding the bracelet, and wait for him to take it. The words ("i'm sorry") escape my lips so quietly I'm sure nobody can hear, and I'm taken. The last thing I do is look back on their faces - I am their third lost ally. I lost four of my allies, and now I'm being lost. At least I didn't have to watch them die. I don't know if my sanity could have handled watching Ryder and Jordan die. I just want them to survive. I want to reach out to them again, this time to Jordan, but I can't - I'm too far away, the mutt's about to kill me and I can't speak, my breaths are limited and I can't move, I'm frozen, as frozen as the arena which surrounds me. Winter wonderland. Winter wonderland. As if. My eyes flutter open, and in that moment a vibrant blue butterfly lands on my still hand. There's no more snow around me, no bloodstains on my clothes. I'm not wearing the tribute clothes; I'm wearing my clothes. The clothes I would wear back home, in the community home, sat in the corner while everyone laughs. Their eyes, scrutinizing every flaw they can see of me, taunting me, teasing me. It's a wonder I tried to survive in the arena. The arena- where did it go? I'm back here now. In hell, the last place I wanted to be - I don't want to spend the rest of eternity looking back. I want to look forward. If this is life after death I want to die again; let the mutt eat my head again. Let its teeth dig into my eye, blind me and kill me. I died a weak death, after living a weak life. I'm just weak, nothing else - who cares about the crushed skull of the girl. That wasn't me. I refuse to believe it was me - that was the other Quartz, the murderer I left behind when the mutt killed me. I feel myself again, and I feel- regret it hits me like the cold of the arena. What have I done in this lifetime? I don't know the reason behind anything I did. I see Jet now, his black hair and large brown eyes, soft and innocent, before soon narrowing upon seeing me. I want him to notice me as Quartz, his sister, Not a nobody with no reason to live. Live. I'm not living. It feels like I'm breathing, but I can't feel anything. My hand is numb like it was when stuck in the snow earlier. Moments before my death - my death. It's hard to believe I'm dead; this all seems so real. But how can one transport from a snowy paradise to a warm living room? There's a fireplace here, the fire I've been longing to feel on my skin for days. Even though I hate this place, the years of pain and suffering I experienced here, it's the closest thing I have to home. Other than the comfort of Jet. He's not looking at me like he used to, like he admired me and looked up to me. His eyes are narrowed and he's staring down at me, like I'm dirt on his shoe. Then, without a word, he turns and escapes into the crowd. I try to get up but I can't move, I'm paralyzed and their eyes are all on me and they're laughing and nudging each other and it's like history is repeating itself after I've died and Aquamarine is there too but she looks at me like a stranger and Jet's gone and what's happening and I don't know what- My thoughts end as I am consumed by darkness. Thank yous and such! Cass and Rook: Thank you for hosting these Games and doing a wonderful job! I had a great time and had such fun playing Quartz in this wonderful arena <3 Thank you for all your hard work! Kou, Geebs and Kiah: Thanks for letting me into your alliance when I was so awkward and desperate xD Kiah, I'm sorry about Riot </3 and Kou and Geebs, I hope Jeff and Jordan live to fight another day, and beyond that too <3 Ali, Will and Cameo: Cameo, I'm so sorry about Dillon </3 Ali and Will, I'm so sorry about Kolton and Zeki </3 and to all three of you, thanks so much for allying with me from the start and supporting me even after all your tributes died! It means a lot <3 Elegant: You saved Quartz's life with that sponsorship and I couldn't thank you enough <3 Right at the last minute, too xD Thought you deserved a spot in here! Kay: I'm so sorry about Velocity, I never expected I would ever roll an insta and yeah, guess I went out the way I came in, being insta'd and all :) And thank you for being so kind about it and I hope there's no hard feelings <3 Anyone else who supported Quartz: I know there weren't many and Quartz wasn't the most popular of tributes this year, but whoever did support her in the slightest, thank you so much <3 The rest of the tribs: Congrats on surviving this far and good luck for the rest of the Games! </3 the end of quartz caplin. ☯ ♚ |
