Forever Unbroken // Arrows!Train
May 30, 2015 18:51:36 GMT -5
Post by charade on May 30, 2015 18:51:36 GMT -5
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The chair that once mocked her was now the seat in which she sat. The large array of food was again spread out along the table, but once more she had no taste for it. Though now she wasn’t afraid for herself. She was afraid for the boy sitting across from her. He was three years younger than her, and rather weepy. But that was to be expected.
No one in district eleven was built for violence and fighting, ‘cept for the Izar boys. Finter had prattled on with the same spiel he had given her last year, but changed it up a little as he put Katelyn up on a pedestal that she didn’t want to be on. She was well aware that people in the district looked up to her, but it was humbling to know that her victory would not have been possible without the tributes from six looking out for her early on.
Katelyn forced herself into eating a bowl of lentil soup, which was surprisingly well seasoned as she wanted to keep her strength up. Not eating last time had left her dizzy and feeling faint by the time she had arrived in the Capitol. The silence was broken only by the clink of her spoon on the rim of the bowl, and then she managed to speak. “You need to eat. Keep your strength up for the arena.”
Momentarily, she heard the sound of her ax splitting open the can of tuna in her ears. And that same ax breaking a rib.“Watch out for the careers. Find allies that you can trust.” She stated as she thought about how the careers that hadn’t fallen to Ellexias or mutts had killed each other off. And how allies often turned on each other.
“I’m gonna give it to you straight Kirito. The arena is hell. But the climate will be different from the one I was in, that I can guarantee. No one will know where the food and water will be until someone finds it.” The gamemakers never repeated that feature for consecutive games. Frozen, underground, desert, the four elements, just to name the last four. But the careers would be the same. The dying would be the same, and in the end there would only be one victor.
“At some point, you'll have to kill. I never wanted to kill anyone, but I had to. If I got over it, you can too." she ground out as her mind taunted her with images of Dillon's ravaged body and Chaske's quiet pleading. "When your allies are just faces in the night sky and the tribute across from you has death on their mind, You fight. Or you die.”
Perhaps she was laying it on a little thick but it was the truth. It had taken her eight days to find her inner strength and she just barely managed to outlast Margaret in the end. Kirito needed to find that same strength sooner, especially with nine careers to hide from.
“But that doesn't have to change you. You can stay true to yourself. I had to figure this all out by myself. And I have the scars to prove it. But you've got me. So tell me what your plan for the arena is. I want to help.” she ended with what she hoped was a warm smile in contrast to her chilling words.
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| Katelyn | Persimmon |
The chair that once mocked her was now the seat in which she sat. The large array of food was again spread out along the table, but once more she had no taste for it. Though now she wasn’t afraid for herself. She was afraid for the boy sitting across from her. He was three years younger than her, and rather weepy. But that was to be expected.
No one in district eleven was built for violence and fighting, ‘cept for the Izar boys. Finter had prattled on with the same spiel he had given her last year, but changed it up a little as he put Katelyn up on a pedestal that she didn’t want to be on. She was well aware that people in the district looked up to her, but it was humbling to know that her victory would not have been possible without the tributes from six looking out for her early on.
Katelyn forced herself into eating a bowl of lentil soup, which was surprisingly well seasoned as she wanted to keep her strength up. Not eating last time had left her dizzy and feeling faint by the time she had arrived in the Capitol. The silence was broken only by the clink of her spoon on the rim of the bowl, and then she managed to speak. “You need to eat. Keep your strength up for the arena.”
Momentarily, she heard the sound of her ax splitting open the can of tuna in her ears. And that same ax breaking a rib.“Watch out for the careers. Find allies that you can trust.” She stated as she thought about how the careers that hadn’t fallen to Ellexias or mutts had killed each other off. And how allies often turned on each other.
“I’m gonna give it to you straight Kirito. The arena is hell. But the climate will be different from the one I was in, that I can guarantee. No one will know where the food and water will be until someone finds it.” The gamemakers never repeated that feature for consecutive games. Frozen, underground, desert, the four elements, just to name the last four. But the careers would be the same. The dying would be the same, and in the end there would only be one victor.
“At some point, you'll have to kill. I never wanted to kill anyone, but I had to. If I got over it, you can too." she ground out as her mind taunted her with images of Dillon's ravaged body and Chaske's quiet pleading. "When your allies are just faces in the night sky and the tribute across from you has death on their mind, You fight. Or you die.”
Perhaps she was laying it on a little thick but it was the truth. It had taken her eight days to find her inner strength and she just barely managed to outlast Margaret in the end. Kirito needed to find that same strength sooner, especially with nine careers to hide from.
“But that doesn't have to change you. You can stay true to yourself. I had to figure this all out by myself. And I have the scars to prove it. But you've got me. So tell me what your plan for the arena is. I want to help.” she ended with what she hoped was a warm smile in contrast to her chilling words.
