a critical reality {critics royale}

a critical reality {critics royale} Jul 3, 2017 19:16:33 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Jul 3, 2017 19:16:33 GMT -5

Chester Meisenzahl

One step after another I wander through the gym eyeing the different tributes. Some I want nothing to do with simply because they come from well off districts - I have no time for them, but as I look at the others, I'm slowly wondering if any of them are worth my time. Not that it matters. Even if I don't make friends, I need a special group to call my own. To talk to. To learn about. To trust. Trust is hard especially knowing that only lies exist in a world where truth and honesty is thrown around so much. Mother and father swore they'd never lie to me, they swore to love me forever, but it was all a lie used to draw me in; maybe I can use it to my advantage now. Lying is a double edged sword, however, I often wonder if somewhere inside the lies, if an individual can find a truth to hold on to.

I know nothing about the other districts, and I just don't care. None stick out to me, but I keep walking around, looking, taking it all in. It's not up to me to strike the conversation, but maybe if I can find a group lingering by, I can learn about them, find a way to care for them even if it's all make believe. The walls may come crashing down when the lightning shatters what I hold onto, but even then wouldn't compare to the truth lingering deep inside. If I am to live, they have to die - how can I even pretend to care for them when they'll all be rotting corpses?

A heavy sigh leaves my chest as I lift a sword from the weapon rack. But I don't swing it at a target. I want to see who it'll draw to me. Maybe they want someone strong, someone brave, someone to hold their hand when they fall. I am no father, just a scared little boy hiding behind a mask of someone brave and strong. A man holding the key to my own life lingers within, and maybe this is how I can bring it out.

But the sword does nothing.

It's heavy and awkward - an axe will work much better.

Yet the sword lingers in my grasps. I don't care for the careers, or anyone else gathered around. It's about me, and finding pawns, puppets, anyone to use to keep myself alive. Perhaps the smartest thing to do is just stand here and see if anyone will come to me. Shouting for an alliance will only turn people away, but going up to people and asking about alliances seems a bit over the top, but I wonder what I can do.

Running my hand along the blade of the sword, I continue moving on. Eyes darting back and forth. One day I'll find someone, but until then I'm alone standing in the middle of the plants hoping someone comes to find me. I'm not a career, but I can sure as hell act like one, and maybe it'll help me go far until I only need myself.

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a critical reality {critics royale} Jul 4, 2017 6:51:42 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jul 4, 2017 6:51:42 GMT -5

”You need to make friends.” Every bit of advice from my escort, I have done the total opposite of.

”Work your hardest in the training centre!” I haven’t even picked up a weapon yet.

Making friends, I did that home, there is no training needed for such a task but at least at home, I could easily align with people similar to me. I share the same land with these tributes but the diversity is clear and from my hours of observing them all, there aren’t any real contenders for my friendship and alliance. I went into this alone, who says I can’t continue it alone? Common sense really – once I step off that podium, it will be game over.

Someone strong, someone clever, someone agile, all traits that I do not possess; I really have nothing to offer, the likely reason why nobody has put any bids on me. My reputation has swiftly gotten around the room, the lazy boy. Some call me weak, they say I don’t want to break a nail on the various apparatus. It’s an odd statement really, seeing as my teeth have been snacking on my nails and they are more or less non-existent.

Rodrick’s alliance, two girls and another boy; a bizarre girl from District Seven, a boy from Five and the deaf girl from District Four. A career District ally, really only my best bet for getting anywhere. But it’ll just go against everything I have rebelled in this room, a career won’t care for me, they will just use me as a meat shield.

I lean against the wall in my usual viewing spot, my arms crossed and one eye on those in the high castle. I see the occasional glances and shaking of the head, a number one next to my name in days to come, I cannot wait for the inevitable to happen. My private training session, it will be the dullest show they have ever experienced.

I choose one character in my little show to follow, a strong looking male with a seven sewed to his shirt. His strength unlike the careers, likely deprived from real work, he seems a contender in my friendship making task. My vision wanders with his movement as the male handles the weapons and excitement bites as I wait for him to use them…nope. Is he like me? Maybe everyone is taking my fuck doing this approach, as my lack of activity has gotten some attraction on the Capitol broadcasts, I must be overshadowing the efforts of those trying.

The male edges closer to me, stopping at the plant station that isn’t that far from my observation tower; this could be an opportunity to converse. There will be no harm if he turns me away.

”Ya look lost.” I approach him from behind, as I stand in the middle of the station area, well away from the tables with the apparatus on. ”Do ya need help or something?”