Trust for none [Deja Solo-questing; Day 1]
Oct 16, 2016 19:52:08 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 16, 2016 19:52:08 GMT -5
Deja Hatcher
Thirteen | Female | District 3
Thirteen | Female | District 3
Trusting people has shown to backfire. Trust can be earned with time, but in the time that it takes for one special person to show their true feelings is when that trust goes away. It only took one sharp needle to pierce my skin to show me that I am truely unable to really rely on anyone. Even now as I watch blades break into the skin of others it's become all too sudden. Then no sooner did I watch someone fall with their head split open, I took a sharp long sword to my lower extremity, the fate has been sealed for me. "CAMILLE." I remember screaming her name out when that blade took my leg. That sword, held by that awful older tribute bit into my leg, severing the bone and all from it's resting place. I plummeted to the ground. Blood coated the ground and my screams became to intensify as a banshee. Shock sent rivers of chills through my body and somehow, I managed to get up despite the injury but it only lasted a mere moment. Someone, I couldn't see their face, but I felt the blade bit into my back. It stings and I hobble away, using my hands to push me forward to escape. Then another knife bit into my stomach... "Help me, Quincey." I beg under my breath. Somehow, I imagine that he's right there beside me and hands grab me from under my arms. I feel like I'm floating. Someone starts to assist me away from the all blood and away from my leg discarded somewhere within the tangled mess of bodies and murderers. I am glad that I didn't have to hit anyone more than once, and it was barely enough to shelter myself from their attack, but the moment my leg was gone, I was an automatic target. Everyone started to find me like an appetizing morsel. I can only imagine the look on Camille's face knowing that her baby girl was going to be killed amongst the outrage of hormones and fear. However, I feel like whoever this is that has gathered me up is planning on doing more harm. What other reason could it be? "Don't trust anyone. Hide, and only fight when you absolutely have too." I remember hearing Camille say that day while I was about ready to be shipped out of my home district. Her words have stayed with me. She has given me strength and I wish I could show her how strong I really am. Right now, I can't. I'm hurting beyond belief. My leg hurts and my stomach. There is so much blood covering my shirt and I wince with every step we take. "Let me down." I finally argue with my savior. We've descended down stair like steps, all made of rock, but the colors change the further we go down. The ground is almost black and large boulders decorate the bottom. The sight is definately wanderous to see. I also don't know who this guy is, but he looks menacing. He must have alterior motives for saving me and to bring me down to the level of the arena. Maybe he's planning on slowly chopping me up and toying with my emotions. Maybe, he wants to control me and use me for bait for someone who might come along. "Don't hurt me." I whisper out among the pain as I'm placed on the ground as asked. I begin to wrap up my missing stub with haste. The blood loss is making my head spin and my stomach swim with nausea. Even through the pain, I manage to find the courage to overlook the sight of my mangled body. I mess with my stomach next, holding my hand tightly against it until I feel safe enough to let loose. Pad it over with the fabric of my blouse. "Why did you save me? What do you want?" I ask, curiosity looming. He looks at me, with concern in his eyes, but I tear away from them when he speaks. "I wanted to help. I'll leave you alone f you want. I don't want to bother you." He's hurt by my comment, but he doesn't understand that I've been betrayed before. I really can't trust anyone, no one at this point. It is the hunger games and I'm already burned from my life before. "I don't need your help anymore and I didn't ask for it to begin with. Thank you..." I stop and watch his gait and then continue with my untrusting ways. "You should go before... someone finds you." "Oh. Okay. Well, if you do need any help, I'll be here. I"m not going to be doing much anyways." He refuses to leave, but that doesn't mean that I can't do what I need to do to ensure my safety. I can't help him much. "I don't' want you here. I'd leave but..." I gesture to my missing limb and then drop my head as a tinkering sound appears. I look up at a glint of something catching off the last rays of the light before dropping all the way down here. It lands near my feet and I reach for it to open it up. Inside is a gorgeous mirror. A hand mirror with designs of gold that encircle a green tinted handle. A mirror fit for someone who was artistic. A dancer, just as myself. I hug it against my body and look at my features to see the pale skin that has been dotted with blood. I don't look human anymore. Somewhere near me, I hear the boy who saved me. I don't even know his name but not like I need to know considering where I am. "I'll still help you." He mumbles something about being a hero or something but I fall in love with the mirror as I know what I must do next. I start to blend into my settings and I dust and paint myself with the ground. My hair, thanks to the mirror, is showing me how to blend. The color turning into a dark black as the ground. Whatever this stuff is, becomes hardened against my skin and I suddenly become aware, that the boy is missing - gone. "Good riddence. Stay safe..." I mumble and mold myself against and in between the blocks of multi colored stones and feel the panic in my head start to disappate. The gamemakers got a show that I can disappear into the scenery. They noticed how I was able to be quiet, remote. This is how I will survive. It's not ideal to those who want bloodshed but it's all I got. 'Atticus' I mouth to the sky. 'Atticus'. I do it four times, each one waiting just five seconds in between in case he missed it or looked away. I can only hope he cares enough to be watching. After the fourth time, I start to say the words outloud. "Knight. Rook. Pawn. Queen. Bishop. King..." And I slowly feel myself slip away into a dreamlike state. Maybe, just maybe, Atticus will understand it all. ((Deja is solo and using her Camo station to blend into her surroundings avoiding any nonmandated fights.)) |  |
