match box {{ Key and Sue (blits)
Jun 3, 2015 21:54:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 21:54:49 GMT -5
S U E T A T E
This place swallowed him whole with lavish drinks and glamorous rooms.
Armies and armies of tinted Capitolite cheeks, powdered lips shouting at them as they stepped one foot out of the car and threw their sanities to the masses. Sue Tate had not known what to expect from the Capitol, and as he discovered, he hadn't known how to handle it either.
He'd seen a single tree in the center of a courtyard outside of the Tribute center, but it wasn't anything like the ones back home. It was perfectly straight, every branch freshly trimmed, and it's trunk went from blue to green to yellow.
It confused him, and he'd made a mental note to go out and chop it down in the middle of the night.
The first day (was it the first day? he'd lost track of the days like the lies that hang on his lips) had physically and mentally stolen all of his energy away. There were weights on his eyelids and cement bricks hanging off of his legs. When they'd finally decided to retire him for the night, beard and mouth and all, he'd hit his bed like a pile of bricks.
Toss, turn, the blankets choked him with the Capitol scent of lavender and the darkness tore at his mind, empty shadows of past tributes lurking in their midst.
he'd put one two feet on the ground and risen himself up with all of the new found alertness he could muster. And the door swung open with a click. Labyrinth hallways, every step he took every turn he followed only led to another brightly lit, mirror crowded hallway.
He closed his eyes every time he walked by one, afraid that his own reflection would reach out and rip his mouth from his face.
Another glass death, another few sparing seconds of eternal darkness as he walked with his eyes snapped shut, in a one two three.