defiance {muffin}
Sept 30, 2015 13:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Sept 30, 2015 13:52:05 GMT -5
A whirlwind of emotions shot throughout his entire body. Another reaping was over, yet it was only the beginning. It was the start of the end of life for twenty-three souls traveling throughout the horrific scene. People were free, but others weren't. It was much more than just standing upon the stage staring out into the distance praying for a ride home. No, it was twenty-four innocent kids standing on the stage praying they would somehow survive the games, but in the back of their minds they knew what they had to do. Kill or die.
The thought was sickening, but nothing changed what had happened. Watching them fight on the screen always reminded him of the pain he caused so many years ago in a terrible accident. Taze couldn't imagine what he would feel like if the pain was on purpose. But today he escaped another death sentence unlike the two who stood on the stage. For a while it was some woman he had never seen before in his entire life, and Mohs. Two teenagers were sent to their death, and it felt like it was over until some aspiring career volunteered. That was what it was like. Someone was reaped, and someone else who wanted all the honor and glory ran forward.
Was it a good thing? Did it mean that he wouldn't ever face another reaping in his entire life? No, he was still eligible for more reapings. His name could fly from the lips of the escort again. Perhaps it wouldn't happen. The odds were small, yet Taze knew deep inside that his entire life was on the line. Both of them. It felt wrong that someone chose to volunteer, yet if he was only fast enough Taze Alexandrite would've stood on the stage taking his place as district one male tribute. Was it enough? Was it good enough to know deep in his heart that the pain would last at least another year?
Sighing to himself, he walked into one of the local bars. It was his go to place. A place of sharing poetry to those around. A couple of horrible verses thrown together for a chance to receive some sort of attention. Maybe it was the way life was meant to be? Live and learn. Death was always knocking on the door. It tore away at the lives of those around, but this time Taze had nothing to say. No words of poetry because it was a sorrowful day. A day of remorse and anger. Some were angry they weren't reaped, yet others were remorseful because someone they truly cared about was heading into the games, or in the case of Mohs, someone volunteered in his place. He could've died, but he had a saving grace.
Sitting down on one of the stools, Taze scanned the area. Mohs was usually here, but perhaps he wouldn't show today. He wouldn't do anything except go home and sleep because that was what Taze would do. It was emotionally exhausting, yet it was beyond his wildest imagination what it even felt like standing on the stage for a split second with feelings of death. He hadn't been there. No, but he prayed it would never come one day. Dying in the games was a horrible way to go.
Tiny fingers slid deep into his pant pocket pulling money from inside. "I'll have the regular." He said before placing the money down on the table in front of him. The bar keeper grunted before moving away. Sighing quietly he continued looking around hoping Mohs would show.
table by muffin <33
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