hear a pin drop {mattio/kire/ali}
Jun 5, 2016 8:54:18 GMT -5
Post by mat on Jun 5, 2016 8:54:18 GMT -5
[googlefont="Megrim:400;"]
It has been one year since his name was rang from a microphone in the Town Square. His heart truly must have skipped a beat, but Atticus Manor would never know. That moment, those few seconds were all a blur now. There were many more things that trumped over his name. The first withdrawl of blood from his wound in the bloodbath, seeing Quadrys's smirk in the sky, the time he striked Eryn for the first and last time. Sol Shim tried to fly, but instead, he just fell. Danny admitting she was sick. Ezero almost convincing Atticus that he is a monster. Actions speak louder than words.
Ross and Hypatia, those were the two names Atticus now had to know. A cold shiver went down his spine. They were going to go through the same suffering and pain that he had to a year ago. All of this only because of two words of which you best identify with. Your name.
His chest aches when he realizes that he's going to at least see one die. Atticus didn't make any plans of survival. In fact, he prepared more for his death a year ago. Nell. Astrid. Sol. They all deserved survival so much more than he. They were braver, stronger, all-around better, yet Atticus outlived them. Almost all of the tributes he met now almost one year ago were much more deserving.
He boarded the train afraid. Being a mentor would be difficult, especially after something like this. Atticus almost found it difficult to believe that people have been doing this for almost seventy-five years. He was almost ready to quit when it was his own life at risk, so what is here to make sure he won't give up on Hypatia and Ross? The only thing he could think of is guilt. They have families, they both have homes. Their stories are probably much longer than his own was one year ago.
The train is close to a vivid memory. The last time was on the way back from the Victory Tour. He had to apologize for the sins he committed when assisting in the death of or being the cause of the death of twenty-three people. All of them are the only reasons he lived.
When Atticus saw Hypatia and Ross, he was nervous. They seemed innocent, just like he and plenty of others were. Atticus wanted to apologize, but what was there to apologize for? For them having their name? Ross never needed to hear his name called out to volunteer. But Hypatia, she did hear her name called. If only one thing had changed in those two words, it wouldn't have been her.
There's no reason for him to apologize when their names are not something Atticus could control. Future actions are definitely more in their control. Actions speak louder than words.
"Uh," he studdered, not knowing what to say. Atticus didn't know where Klaus was, so he didn't exactly know how to react. The victor didn't know what to do or say without accidentally throwing them both into the oblivion of pessimism.
He inhales, remembering the poisonous fumes of burning wood and clashing metal from the arena. The exhale brings relief, but it's only followed by more hurtful memories.
"Not an ideal greeting, I suppose, but.." once again, he pauses.
He takes a breath and flinches.
If you win, you'll always be hurt. Sol's words come back to him as the train begins to roll away.
Atticus doesn't continue to speak. Instead, he just takes deep breaths in hopes that the exhales will outweigh the inhalation of pain and hurt.
His face didn't include happiness, just like the whole past year.
Atticus decided that it might benefit them if he shows his emotion through action, and not words. Action has a chance of breaking you physically. At the point, words can mentally kill you easily.
[/font][/div][/div]
Atticus Manor
It has been one year since his name was rang from a microphone in the Town Square. His heart truly must have skipped a beat, but Atticus Manor would never know. That moment, those few seconds were all a blur now. There were many more things that trumped over his name. The first withdrawl of blood from his wound in the bloodbath, seeing Quadrys's smirk in the sky, the time he striked Eryn for the first and last time. Sol Shim tried to fly, but instead, he just fell. Danny admitting she was sick. Ezero almost convincing Atticus that he is a monster. Actions speak louder than words.
Ross and Hypatia, those were the two names Atticus now had to know. A cold shiver went down his spine. They were going to go through the same suffering and pain that he had to a year ago. All of this only because of two words of which you best identify with. Your name.
His chest aches when he realizes that he's going to at least see one die. Atticus didn't make any plans of survival. In fact, he prepared more for his death a year ago. Nell. Astrid. Sol. They all deserved survival so much more than he. They were braver, stronger, all-around better, yet Atticus outlived them. Almost all of the tributes he met now almost one year ago were much more deserving.
He boarded the train afraid. Being a mentor would be difficult, especially after something like this. Atticus almost found it difficult to believe that people have been doing this for almost seventy-five years. He was almost ready to quit when it was his own life at risk, so what is here to make sure he won't give up on Hypatia and Ross? The only thing he could think of is guilt. They have families, they both have homes. Their stories are probably much longer than his own was one year ago.
The train is close to a vivid memory. The last time was on the way back from the Victory Tour. He had to apologize for the sins he committed when assisting in the death of or being the cause of the death of twenty-three people. All of them are the only reasons he lived.
When Atticus saw Hypatia and Ross, he was nervous. They seemed innocent, just like he and plenty of others were. Atticus wanted to apologize, but what was there to apologize for? For them having their name? Ross never needed to hear his name called out to volunteer. But Hypatia, she did hear her name called. If only one thing had changed in those two words, it wouldn't have been her.
There's no reason for him to apologize when their names are not something Atticus could control. Future actions are definitely more in their control. Actions speak louder than words.
"Uh," he studdered, not knowing what to say. Atticus didn't know where Klaus was, so he didn't exactly know how to react. The victor didn't know what to do or say without accidentally throwing them both into the oblivion of pessimism.
He inhales, remembering the poisonous fumes of burning wood and clashing metal from the arena. The exhale brings relief, but it's only followed by more hurtful memories.
"Not an ideal greeting, I suppose, but.." once again, he pauses.
He takes a breath and flinches.
If you win, you'll always be hurt. Sol's words come back to him as the train begins to roll away.
Atticus doesn't continue to speak. Instead, he just takes deep breaths in hopes that the exhales will outweigh the inhalation of pain and hurt.
His face didn't include happiness, just like the whole past year.
Atticus decided that it might benefit them if he shows his emotion through action, and not words. Action has a chance of breaking you physically. At the point, words can mentally kill you easily.
