We'Re aLL FAlliNg DoWn {OPEN d7 tribs}
May 30, 2015 17:56:42 GMT -5
Post by Asher Rainer d7m {Royal} on May 30, 2015 17:56:42 GMT -5
Something beautiful
ASHER RAINER
or something free? Silence. That's the only thing that Asher could feel to do, the only thing he could do. He remembered touching his father for the last time, the tearful goodbye that broke Asher's heart. His brother Zach crying desperately for Asher to not go. To not leave. To let someone else go. But Asher explained to his young step-brother that he could not, that it was his time to go. And he hated that he had to do it. He would have never thought he would go and kill somebody- ever. His only goal in his life has been to help people- make everyone around him happy. What happened?
The Capitol happened, Asher. That's what.
Asher was sitting in his 'room' on the moving train. His goodbyes with his family and Eric still fresh in his mind. It had only been a couple of hours ago, and he was already missing them all.
"Don't let them down, Asher. Win." Eric had said. And Asher didn't plan to die- but did he have the guts to win? To fight the other twenty-three teenagers? It didn't seem to sit right with Asher, and he felt his stomach rumble. He dashed left towards the bathroom, and when he slid open the door, his breakfast made a reappearance, and it was quite messy. Fuck it. Let the Captiolites clean it up. Asher thought at first. Then he changed his mind, grabbing a washcloth, and began to work at cleaning up his own mess. He had to remind himself that the Capitolites were born like that- they were raised to think this is all normal, kids killing kids.
Asher couldn't help but think- if he was born in the Capitol, would he be like them? He thought so. He thinks he would probably join the rest of them gladly, betting for the strongest careers and against the weaklings in the lower districts. Cheer them on from his cozy home in the Capitol, egging kids to kill kids.
And there goes his lunch. He really hated thinking like that.
This time, though, his aim was good- he didn't have to clean up a second time. Asher decided to take a shower- maybe it would relieve the stress. The stress of thinking of ruining other people's lives, and not just the ones he would kill, either. The families, friends, schools, everyone that got attached to that person. If these thoughts were running through his head while he was face-to-face with another tribute, could he kill them? He just didn't know. Causing so much misery...
Jumping in the shower, he shivered, despite the hot water. The shower head was turned on massage, and it felt good to finally release some stress in his cramped muscles. He never realized how much his muscles were strained from the non-stop work until he felt the amazing work of this shower. He sighed in relief. His mind was now clear of the Games, the Quell, of pain and suffering, and finally something he liked.
When he was finished, he exited the shower, drying his hair, and throwing on some clothes that were in the closet, waiting for him.
Once he was done dressing, he left his room, and saw that food was spread out for the tributes, out in the open on the table. Asher shook his head, knowing damn well he wasn't going to eat anything after his puking fit he had just had. But he sat anyway, and took a sip of the drink. And he sat in silence.
This was going to be a looooooong train ride, all alone.
The Capitol happened, Asher. That's what.
Asher was sitting in his 'room' on the moving train. His goodbyes with his family and Eric still fresh in his mind. It had only been a couple of hours ago, and he was already missing them all.
"Don't let them down, Asher. Win." Eric had said. And Asher didn't plan to die- but did he have the guts to win? To fight the other twenty-three teenagers? It didn't seem to sit right with Asher, and he felt his stomach rumble. He dashed left towards the bathroom, and when he slid open the door, his breakfast made a reappearance, and it was quite messy. Fuck it. Let the Captiolites clean it up. Asher thought at first. Then he changed his mind, grabbing a washcloth, and began to work at cleaning up his own mess. He had to remind himself that the Capitolites were born like that- they were raised to think this is all normal, kids killing kids.
Asher couldn't help but think- if he was born in the Capitol, would he be like them? He thought so. He thinks he would probably join the rest of them gladly, betting for the strongest careers and against the weaklings in the lower districts. Cheer them on from his cozy home in the Capitol, egging kids to kill kids.
And there goes his lunch. He really hated thinking like that.
This time, though, his aim was good- he didn't have to clean up a second time. Asher decided to take a shower- maybe it would relieve the stress. The stress of thinking of ruining other people's lives, and not just the ones he would kill, either. The families, friends, schools, everyone that got attached to that person. If these thoughts were running through his head while he was face-to-face with another tribute, could he kill them? He just didn't know. Causing so much misery...
Jumping in the shower, he shivered, despite the hot water. The shower head was turned on massage, and it felt good to finally release some stress in his cramped muscles. He never realized how much his muscles were strained from the non-stop work until he felt the amazing work of this shower. He sighed in relief. His mind was now clear of the Games, the Quell, of pain and suffering, and finally something he liked.
When he was finished, he exited the shower, drying his hair, and throwing on some clothes that were in the closet, waiting for him.
Once he was done dressing, he left his room, and saw that food was spread out for the tributes, out in the open on the table. Asher shook his head, knowing damn well he wasn't going to eat anything after his puking fit he had just had. But he sat anyway, and took a sip of the drink. And he sat in silence.
This was going to be a looooooong train ride, all alone.