venom ; eirlys&petra
Jun 6, 2016 10:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2016 10:01:33 GMT -5
[presto][/presto]
It wasn't one of us this year - fucking good.
Ever since Celia didn't make it we wasted nearly all our income, weak spending trying to pamper our younger ones in the way we could; it's good that they feel secure, safe. Because if losing Celia was anything, it just reminds me that we're not. And ever since the day Ezero stuck that knife in her veins it's been difficult to cover the fact that I fucked up on the only thing I swore to do - never bury my own siblings.
We only buried what we couldn't sell. Throughout the games, her body was so mangled that the organs were hardly in great condition. The thread work on the cuts were magnificent, what can I say, she was always great at that. However, that's one less surgeon I have now and I can't hex Ezero's dead body enough for that.
If I could've severed him myself I would've.
But since building patches over the parts she took of us, I've decided to cut myself from the younger ones. Riddley works under me and I teach her like Celia could've, but the others aren't like her. Aren't like Celia, aren't strong enough to live on outside these hospital walls. And neither are these kids - Petra and Cedric. Unfortunate.
The soles of my boots are cluncky against the rough cement of the justice building, it certainly hasn't gotten in any better condition since the last time it was used for my sister. And I see first, Petra, the female tribute. I'm unaware of who has visited before me but I doubt it's anybody of commercial value - besides, I'm the first of my kind. Profit is waning, we're salvaging less and less organs each month and if these tributes are just going to keep dying then we might as well make something from it.
I enter, lanky and statured.
"Hello, Miss Vipointe," slowly, let the words sink it.
(Like venom.)
"I work for the Mortuus Hospital, and I was wondering if, for trade in sponsorships, would you be willing to donate your organs in the event that you," the paper is stiff in my hands, four sheets - one for her, one for Cedric, and two for me.
"Don't make it."[ the tomb ]