healthy insides, master minds // ali (blitz)
Jun 8, 2016 6:26:21 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jun 8, 2016 6:26:21 GMT -5
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Sitting at the central table of the dining hall, a glass of water by my right hand, I am at the eye of the hurricane. Tributes, avoxes and guards swirl around me like debris, each a crumbling chip off whatever block they came from, not understanding that they can never be repaired once the storm settles, that they are already defunct. I wonder what is keeping them sane through that knowledge; for me, it's chess. The most beautiful game in the world. Certainly more beautiful than the one the Capitol has signed us all up for. At home - the District, I mean - my chess board was one of the most beautiful material objects I owned. Every piece was carved smooth and elegant from the tusk of a huge plain-roaming muttation - in the Dark Days such things were expensive because their origin animal was dying out, but now we've leaped so far in genetic development, it's held so dear for its beauty and exclusivity alone. It put this Capitol set, which sits in front of me ready to be played, to shame. The black and white tiles look impossible gloomy for an inanimate object. Every piece is manufactured not by hands, with love and precision, but pressed out of a machine with a tag on the bottom that says Made in District Nine. At least she can put some life back into it with her love of the game.
A pretty light haired girl walks past, clearly at the centre of her own eye as her lips stay shut, even though people are making such a cacophony around us. I smile and call to her: "Hey, District Three, right? Fancy a game?"
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