goodbye doesn't last forever {geebs | JB}
Jan 29, 2017 16:46:38 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Jan 29, 2017 16:46:38 GMT -5
Ivar Hammerfell Seventeen | Male | District Two |
This was it. A malicious grin twisted across his lips as he hoisted himself into one of the chairs in the justice building. Surely someone would come and see him, yet Ivar didn't expect anyone honestly. His life was his own, and he made his choices, and now he was ready for the crown waiting for him at the very end of the games. First things first, he had to survive the tributes risking it all to put their own lives on the line. He expected more, more volunteers from district two, yet he was met with nothing more than a hammer slamming into a rusty nail. Why would anyone want to die? Didn't matter because they lived in a career district. People trained several hours a day for this moment, but when the time came none of them had the courage to move forward.
Curious eyes locked on the door as he sat still. The last thing he wanted was to injure himself by falling off a chair before the games even began. Still, plenty of time remained as the clocked ticked down for the chance to the door to swing open. Having a family meant the world to him, ye the was never good enough, and surely they would rejoice in seeing their crippled brother die. Perhaps they would show up and say goodbye if they knew the determination lingering inside.
He wasn't nervous, and he wasn't afraid. Nothing would stand in his way. Nothing would steal away his glory, his honor, his crown. Taking the easy route through life was one of his original options, yet Ivar chose a different route. He took the road less traveled because he wanted to prove that his legs wouldn't hold him back. Learning to fight was a challenge, yet he did it well. Picking up a sword and swinging it around without standing was a challenge, but he didn't want the easy route. Plenty of throwing weapons existed, and while they would help him stay alive, Ivar went for the money. Succeeding was important, and becoming the greatest man of all still rested heavily on his shoulders.
An exasperated sigh left his lips as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. It didn't matter if anyone came or not because he made his decision, and the crippled teen was ready.
Curious eyes locked on the door as he sat still. The last thing he wanted was to injure himself by falling off a chair before the games even began. Still, plenty of time remained as the clocked ticked down for the chance to the door to swing open. Having a family meant the world to him, ye the was never good enough, and surely they would rejoice in seeing their crippled brother die. Perhaps they would show up and say goodbye if they knew the determination lingering inside.
He wasn't nervous, and he wasn't afraid. Nothing would stand in his way. Nothing would steal away his glory, his honor, his crown. Taking the easy route through life was one of his original options, yet Ivar chose a different route. He took the road less traveled because he wanted to prove that his legs wouldn't hold him back. Learning to fight was a challenge, yet he did it well. Picking up a sword and swinging it around without standing was a challenge, but he didn't want the easy route. Plenty of throwing weapons existed, and while they would help him stay alive, Ivar went for the money. Succeeding was important, and becoming the greatest man of all still rested heavily on his shoulders.
An exasperated sigh left his lips as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. It didn't matter if anyone came or not because he made his decision, and the crippled teen was ready.
