leave it all behind you // D2 Train Thread

Cassiopeia thought that standing on that stage, a thousand strangers watching her rise to the podium all across Panem would fill her with some sort of worth, pride to be representing her District in the Games, pride to be representing her family name as a worthy career. With the quell twist, Cassie had eagerly awaited the roaring thunder of applause that would lay in the tributes wake as they volunteered. She had dreamnt that she would feel like a god; then why did she feel so small?

The blonde wondered this as she boarded the train, her face twisted into a angry sneer, her eyes red from her outburst in the Justice Building. She couldn't believe her own eyes when the man she had once, before her biological father had snatched her back like a petulant child wanting his toy, called Papa walked through the door to day his goodbyes. Fire and brimstone year end to burst through her skin, igniting the world with her rage as she screamed and spat at him; he was nothing more than a ghost but only now did he have the audacity to come back to haunt her.

Tears had streamed down her cheeks as he offered up excuses as to why he had not rescued her from the clutches of the monster that did not hide in her closet, but in plain sight for the whole world to see. She spewed horrible, venomous words of hatred in return as she screamed in his face; her distress bubbling over when he tried to offer her a token, a rock that did not gleam or glisten like gems, but wore an ugly mundane brown exterior. She screamed, lunging at him, teeth and claws bared for the fight but suddenly was being held back by peacekeepers who'd come to her- or his- aid upon hearing the distress.

“I HATE YOU!” she had cried, her voice straining and struggling against the raw vivid emotion which engulfed her. She pulled against the grip of the peacekeepers as her Papa was escorted from the room; only when he was gone was she left alone availability to wallow in her hatred. She took out her fire by pulling books off shelves, throwing the to the floor in a hot and fierce rage. She held no mercy as she tipped over the table, threw a vase at the painting of Cricket Antoinette and when she was done, she fell to her knees and washed herself in the silence.

Now aboard the train, she had reigned in her emotions, burying her anger beneath a thin broken shell of sarcasm, exuding confidence and bluntness. She strode aboard the train, her hips swaying in a seductive dance with the rest of her as she climbed the steps and into the District 2 train. “Hm” she tutted, unimpressed by the grandeur and sleekness of the interior of the train. It was not that the train was far below the standards that she expected, it was decorated vainly, glamour and sophistication lined every inch of the train just like she had expected. Her disappointment lied in just that, it was just as how she had expected.

Moving through the train, her blue eyes swept the room before her- some sort of bar, diner- as she chewed the inside of her cheek. Walking over to the bar, she hopped over it delicately so she stood on the other side, landing with a quiet thump. “Right, lets see what we have here then”