What If? {Dee x NPC}

What If? {Dee x NPC} Feb 9, 2016 1:38:13 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Feb 9, 2016 1:38:13 GMT -5

Disclaimer: this is where I have fun writing NPCs because lulz.

#1: MAMA RHODES

The screams punctured the night early as I wished oh be here, why aren’t you here?. Nine months I had waited for this child, nine months I had carried it and fed it and breathed for it. It was time for it to be shown to the world.

They said that the baby wouldn’t survive for long. They said that I was too thin, too malnourished to carry a baby to term, and yet nine months later my body was ready to deliver this child, to feed this child. But he—I could feel it in my bones that the baby was a boy—had to wait for his Daddy to come home. He would have to wait a little longer, even though he had already announced his coming with a letting of water. “Almost, my child. I’ll see you soon,” I cooed to my rounded belly as I felt the contractions waste no time to follow the previous.

One of my sisters, one of the few who believed that my baby would open his eyes in this world, was by my side, wiping away the sweat and playing the role of the father as she supported me and held my hand. “Any time now. He’ll be home soon.” I could only nod as my hand continued to rub the bump that had grown for months, hoping that the gentle touches would soothe the baby for a little longer. Neither I nor the baby had to wait much longer as we heard the heavy footsteps of his father, racing to my side.

His father was thin like me, but he beamed as he took over what my sister had been doing, his smile a little more strained when he had to take my hand. “I’m here,” he said, a slight gasp in his voice as I squeezed his hand to transfer the pain. My sister positioned herself so she could receive the child, telling me that she preferred if she were to catch the baby as opposed to the old-fashioned method our mother had done with us. “He’s coming, I can see his head.” And I gasped from both the realization that my baby, my child, would really be brought into this world and from the intensity of the pain that only kept growing. I had to push, push an existence into this world with whatever energy still remained in my small muscles.

I couldn’t hear his words, couldn’t hear her words, as I started the first dance I would ever have with my child. I led him in the dance as I made the first step and he followed, taking more steps until finally we both cried in triumph for completing the dance. My energy was gone, spent on our dance, but his was only growing as I saw his legs start to move and heard his lungs start to work. “Oh, he’s beautiful,” my sister said as she wrapped him up and delivered him into my arms, my work of art.

He was not pretty, he was not cute as the remnants of his birth remained latched on to his skin, his life cord still attached until it no longer pulsated. But he was beautiful. I had brought him into this world, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure that he lived a long life. “Shall we name him James?” he whispered into my ears as my eyes soaked in this beautiful being. “No,” I whispered back as I brought him closer to my chest. His eyes were closed, his limbs moving around, but he was no longer crying after taking his first few breaths of air. My forehead rested gently on his as I gave him my welcome.

Welcome to the world, Crusader.

What If? {Dee x NPC} Jun 1, 2017 14:19:28 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jun 1, 2017 14:19:28 GMT -5

NOTE: More AU than NPC writing.

#2: STORM WIE

I wasn’t the same.

Whatever drive I once had to come back to my family was gone when that bolt of electricity coursed through my system. My spasms never ceased, limiting my work on the family farm. The Capitol had sent me their message; the Gamemakers had made their deliverance. What I had once believed in, what had once flowed through my blood, left me when I left that arena, my axe in hand and the blood of the last fighter staining my weapon my clothes my body. I wasn’t the same, playful Storm that had helped my parents with their ranch, that had raised my two younger sisters, that had never stopped joking.

I had tried to reclaim myself at first, tried to dig deep into my soul to find my essence, but whenever I was close, it would draw away from my electrified touch as if it feared me. Maybe I did fear myself. Maybe I wasn’t ready to accept that I had changed and not for the better. But every time my hands acted up or I found myself twitching and aggressing our animals, I realized more and more that I was also a new beast. Nothing felt safe anymore, not even my childhood home, not even the room where I slept nor the room where my sisters were cradled to sleep.

And I was right. We were not safe from the Capitol, not when they took Sundra like they had taken me, only she did not make it past the finale. She died with her Aesop beside her, joined with him forever. Had she come home, would she have been the same? Or would she have changed just as I did? It would only be a matter of time before my shaking would become permanent, a scar that would take over my whole life. I was told it was some sort of mental block, that there was no physiological reason for it, but did they get struck by lightning? Did they starve for days while killing their friend and ally?

#3: EUROPA WIE

He wasn’t the same.

I had cried in happiness when I saw him lifted out of the hellhole also known as an arena. I was young, excited, and naïve. If I had known any better, my happiness would have been clouded by worry and anxiety, mixed and churned in my small body as I would have wondered what had happened to my brother. I had held tightly onto Sundra’s hand and I can no longer do that for the Capitol had their revenge as we all waited for my brother, our hero, to step out of the train victorious. There was no victory in his eyes, however. There was no evidence of the old Storm I had said goodbye too before he left us only a few weeks ago. There was no twinkle, there was no smile. I wasn’t even sure that the boy who stood in front of me was my brother, and yet he responded to his name if only with a small twitch and lifting of his eyes.

He had tried, I could see as much. He tried to smile with me as much as possible, tried to tickle Io and I just like he once had, but his spasms were inhibiting him both physically and mentally. My young mind believed that he could recover if he just tried, but wise Sundra knew more than I did and her eyes told me this was not something he could recover from.

To be continued