When Winter Comes Again{Katelyn+Diamond} // 69th VT

When Winter Comes Again{Katelyn+Diamond} // 69th VT Apr 23, 2015 0:34:09 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Apr 23, 2015 0:34:09 GMT -5

Am	I
Ready	Now?

When the light fades

My hands tremble weakly as my tears leave everlasting streaks on my cheeks. My sobs leave my ribs aching for relief as the dust on the golden doorknob grows. Ever since the day his heart stopped and that canon shattered the ice of that arena has the door been closed. No one dares to enter past the golden embroider words that so gently spell his name. Prism. They are a constant reminder that never again will I see my brother once more. Never again will I ever lay eyes upon the inside of that lost chamber until I know I have the strength. If I ever have the strength that is. My Father has constantly tried to "comfort" me but the cruel man isn't even upset at the loss of his own son, just like he hated me until Prism's little incident several years ago. The man's heart is equally if not colder than the arena that Prism drew his final lasting breath within.

Yet I wonder is she has a heart as cold as ice. Surely she must at least have some icicles dangling from her heart after all the hearts she helped stop. Then again she could have simply been a honest and kind soul trapped in a dark arena, so was it fair for Diamond to blame her? Sure the girl had assisted in the murdering of her brother but would that murder have ever occurred out of the games? I highly doubt it, for some reason she doesn't seem like a rotten person but just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not to mention my brother always taught me to forgive people for the mistakes they were forced into like he was so many times, and if he isn't a monster than neither is she.

With my mind set on the fact that I won't blame the new victor for the downfall of my brother I scurry off to my own room. Despite my Father's persistence I am already wearing a long and flowing white dress with tulips laced through my golden vines of hair. My brother made me swear to him in the Justice Building that if he were to die within the arena that I wouldn't remember him sourly. That I would show up to any kind of mourning for him in bright colors for his bright personality to shine on, and that is exactly what I intend to do. Yet stepping into my light brown heels wasn't the real reason I had returned to my room.

My fingers stumble quickly through a rummage of small colored sketches until I finally find the one I am searching for. The sketch truly is small, not larger than the size of my palm but its colors and clearness are some of my best work. Within the frame of the slip of paper is Katelyn with her fellow allies as she softly tells them a story. I couldn't exactly remember if that really happened through all my stressing for Prism but I assumed it did so just like always I created it, except this time she wouldn't keep it. This slip of art belonged to another girl.

The bellowing roar of my monstrous Father's voice sends me scuttling through the darkened hallways and passed the forsake door again. My heels clamor against the wood of our stairs as I descend to my Father's side. I am already annoyed by the fake face I can tell he has put on. All he cares about is making him looking like an amazing, caring, and heart broken Father for his business. Yet I remember the laughs that shook through my skull that echoed from his mouth as Prism fell. He couldn't even shed a single tear acting or not, it was pure evil.

The walk through the District Square doesn't take long even with the herds of people being forced into our designated locations by the staffs of our shepherding Peace Keepers. I feel my hands clentch tightly as I take my place upon a smaller stage with my Father. I do not dare to turn around for I know Prism's face will be staring right at me and that just isn't something I can bare. Luckily the District Mayor announces the arrival of the victor which pulls my thoughts away from my brother's ghostly stare behind me to the illuminated stage before me.

Then I see her, Katelyn Persimmon, the one person who's heart wasn't frozen over in the 69th arena. The true Queen of the Ice Castle and its snowy lands. I hardly listen to the speech as I stare at her intensely, taking in every part of her. Yet at the moments Prism's name spill over her lips I cringe and force any tears I have to wait. I promised I would show Prism's spirit so crying is way out of the option. For pete's sake Prism was a smoker, he had no time to cry.

As soon as the speech draws to a close the entire District applauds her maliciously, most of which are still mad about her killing Dillon Hartman, my brother's girlfriend. So overall she is generally hated by the denizens of District Three, but not by me. I want to make my brother proud by showing him that I live for the goodness in people like he did.

My feet carry me quickly through the crowds and into the Justice Building for the second time. The only difference this time is that I am going to confront the girl who got to go home instead of my brother. My breath shakes slightly as I approach her. Parts of me are just screaming to whip my hand out and slap at her while screaming but I won't. Instead I softly raise one of my hands and tap her shoulder lightly so I don't startle her.

As she turns I find it hard to look at her face for a moment but then I bring my eyes to lock with hers, "Hi Katelyn, I'm Diamond. Prism's Brother and I just wanted to...to.." I force myself to calm down as my body resists shuddering from forgiving this girl, "To let you know I don't blame you like the rest of the District does. I'm not mad because you killed Dillon or because you helped kill Prism. I can never imagine what going into that arena was like but I know for sure you were just in the wrong place. All of the tributes were. I guess what I am getting to is that I believe you are a good person even with the things you have done." As more voice falters off I raise my hand with the sketch out to her, "Here I want you to have this, not as a reminder of pain or sorrow but to remember you are still a good person to me at least."

remember there is always another day

When Winter Comes Again{Katelyn+Diamond} // 69th VT Apr 24, 2015 0:46:01 GMT -5

Post by charade on Apr 24, 2015 0:46:01 GMT -5

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Katelyn

Persimmon

This was a place where she had had a hand in both tributes dying. Dillon Hartman had died at her hands in the bloodbath. Prism had fallen to Lexi’s ice pick, but only after she had attacked him. But he had taken a hand a leg before dying. And the bloody girl from six had been her priority after she had seen the two boys jump her. They chanted her name with fire in their eyes and Katelyn suddenly felt very small as she was escorted off of the stage. They weren't saying her name because they liked her. Klaus, the sole victor from three was nowhere to be seen, not that she had expected him to stick around. Most victors didn't.

Not long after departing the stage, she was approached by the girl that had stood on the podium under Prism's picture. It was never the parents. But Kate couldn't fault them for that. Had she died instead, she doubted her parents would have wanted to meet their daughters killer Or at least the person that was alive while they had to bury a child. "Hi Katelyn, I'm Diamond. Prism's sister and I just wanted to..." After traveling through seven other districts, emotional displays were nothing new to Katelyn, and she waited patiently for Diamond to get everything out.

"To..to let you know I don't blame you like the rest of the District does. I'm not mad because you killed Dillon or because you helped kill Prism. I can never imagine what going into that arena was like but I know for sure you were just in the wrong place. All of the tributes were. I guess what I am getting to is that I believe you are a good person even with the things you have done."

Diamond's voice trailed away and Katelyn felt her already watery heart melting further. The words, all of them were unexpected. To know that someone from another district not only understood, but didn't damn her for what she had had to do was heartbreakingly kind. This was only further cemented when Diamond pressed a small canvas into her hand, saying that it was to help Katelyn remember that other people could still see the good in her. That the relative of a fallen tribute wanted to give her a gift was startling in of itself, and Katelyn felt her eyes brimming with tears.

Then she turned the canvas over and looked at it.

It was suddenly very hard to breathe. Done in watercolor was a rendition of Marc, Lexi and herself at the shrine; an unmistakable representation of when she had told them the legend of the warriors battle preparations. The words floated back to her, asking mercy not for the themselves, but for the lives they were forced to take. It was beautiful. And it was too much. Katelyn let out a choked sob that was halfway between a wail and a whimper and wrapped the girl in a tight bear hug. There were no words to describe how this made her feel. At least not any that she was capable of saying at that moment.