grey skies { dee }
Dec 9, 2015 18:17:17 GMT -5
Post by cass on Dec 9, 2015 18:17:17 GMT -5
OPAL
The gap that had begun to appear between her and Mace was being pulled together. After their expedition into the 59th Arena she had finally allowed herself to be pulled towards him. It was time, Potato had been dead for over four years now, and for four years she had mourned his death to the point that she had stopped existing. Ky needed her full attention, each child that she sent into the arena needed her full attention. She knew that if Potato could see her, he would be very upset with her, he'd have wanted her to move on long ago, because he was just like that. Thinking of everyone else, but himself. The notion that her entire life would fall apart because of him would have just upset him. That was probably one of the reasons he had fought so hard, harder then she had, harder then anyone could have asked for. He had taken down Careers, he had killed people just so he might have seen her again. She had chosen to live for herself, he had needed and wanted to for so much more.
But that was four years ago. She sighed, stretching a hand out to graze the wall. How time passed, and with those years she hadn't become the person her late husband had once inspired her to become. She had, instead, become a vial creature, he kind of person and mentor she had never wanted to become. The halls of the training centre were as perfectly clean as to be expected. She should be in the camera room right now, she should be watching the games, but she couldn't bring herself to. Not after those last attacks. There was an ache in her chest, it was that familiar pain that she had felt in the 65th games, when you knew you were going to lose them. Sixteen children had fallen since she had been crowned. Her brother had died, her husband had been killed. The 70th Hunger Games should have been hers. She had had four tributes and yet six years had passed and she still wore the crown and stood in the spotlight. It was utterly disgraceful, she'd sunk to a level she'd never wanted to reach.
She hadn't shown her face in these games up until the announcement of the final four. Finding that one of her tributes was still alive had been some small blessing. She could work with that. The district One male had seemed confident enough, coming out of his last fight with minor wounds. She'd worked hard, the rest of that week, scraping together enough money to send him some gifts. She hadn't worked that hard for a tribute since Potato. It had allowed her a small amount of relief, seeing those parachutes arrive, knowing that, however terrible her last ditched effort was to protect a child that had suffered so much, she had done something. he supposed, it would have to be enough to soothe her aching soul. Stop the guilt from swallowing her. The hallways were blindingly white, sometimes she wished someone would add a bit of colour to them, they reminded her of hospitals and death.
She didn't even know where she was headed, she just couldn't be in that room, not when she knew that there was going to soon be another name to add to her list. Rounding another corner she halted, surprised, that anyone else would be out and about and not huddled in a room, awaiting the end of the 71st Hunger Games. He was a tall man, older then she was, but still in his prime. She had seen this man before, she frowned, scouring her brain for his name, he wasn't a victor, so he had to be a Capitolite, and if he was in the training centre - if he was in this part of the training centre then he was a Gamemaker. He had no distinguishing factors, he wasn't one of those eccentric Capitolites. As he moved closer she shuffled to the side, ready to let him pass by her. Folding her arms she scowled, she knew him, why was he so important? He'd done something-
She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "I know you." She stabbed a finger at his chest, scowling, "you're the guy that was in charge of Mace's games." He's the guy that ruined Mace's life, just like Dom Copperview tuned hers.