a game of pawns {Lance}
Oct 5, 2017 23:57:09 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Oct 5, 2017 23:57:09 GMT -5
Atlas Shim
Cheers enchant me the mere moment I embark into the stunning city of glittering glass. Inside the illuminated irises of those dressed in endless arrays of colors my sight brings about not just recognition, but excitement. Sensational screams follow from each wink I cast into the crowds. Clear clasping of each hand mine holds for only an instant greets me down my journey. Encapsulated within this attention my adrenaline surges and spikes, a true smile for once steals across my usually furrowed face. Here I'm not some forgotten phantom lost within the dark dwellings of his home left to litter the shadows. Here I'm idolized and embody the true meaning of importance. Here I'm what their world revolves around. Here I matter. It takes more than timid touches to my shoulders to stir me from my triumphant trance and into my next mode of transportation awaiting on the street by the station.
Inside the interior of the vehicle more lavishing luxuries tenderly taunt my churning stomach. Amidst the surging storm of fervent fans I completely clouded how hungry my body was and is. My fingers furl around mounds of hardened candies colored softly in such a variety of hues. One after another sugar seeps into my gums as my tongue takes hostage the greatness it has never before tasted. Flavors unknown to my mind brings surprise to me as even certain spices seep into my mouth. Another smile stands upon my cheeks cracking my normally hardened outer shell. This is the life I was meant to live, and hell, I'll live it until the moment I'm thrown into a terrible tube below some unknown arena. I've found all I've ever wanted and all I've ever needed.
Later in the evening tightly tumbled into a nest of silken sheets, I watch the stars shine just beyond the barrier of my window. Against the bleak black of the night sky the speckled stars remind me of the shadowed sorrows which used to sing me each night to sleep. I remember the trickling tears and silent sobs which once were loud but went unanswered. I recall the cold always creeping further up my skin every time a new tear graced my bed's blankets. None of that is the case here in the Capitol. Here warmth wraps itself tightly around me refusing even a brutal breeze to break through its walls. There's no sorrow stalking me here either, I feel no remorse and I feel no anger. I even smile again at the thought that perhaps my parents are finally crying over me, perhaps they've finally noticed.
Although the warnings of my mentors still sit inside my skull, I pay no mind to the minor matter that I have training early in the morning. Kept from sleep's embrace I break my bond with the blankets and step silently out of the room and soon the floor. Gentle hums hover over my head as the elevator descends and I gain glimpse at myself in a nearby wall's reflective design. Inside my eyes I spy the endless workings of excitement and the clear lack of fear which Clementine believed I would have. The doors slide open and I turn away from myself, I'm not a broken boy who needs fixing. I've found what I need and now I'm determining what it will take to keep it.
Alone I wander as a single soul freed from my old shackles through the white walled halls of the training center. Bars lie quiet and open but do not drive my interest, instead a room called a common room pulls my attention. Inside simple sets of chairs and tables sit seemingly untouched for years but another aspect draws me in deeper. Calmly my hands collect the pieces and board of a chess set. As the marble figures fall into my hands memories of the nights I spent playing myself force themselves to the front of my mind. I nearly fall back into old habits but refuse eventually, I'm not the same person I was. I don't just sit on the edge of existence, I'm living the life I've always wanted, and I want a person to play against.
Back out in the hall a ding dawns from the elevators and I look towards the girl who departs from her descent. In an instant I know she's the girl from One, Cynthia. At first I don't make a sound questioning whether the first person I actually meet should be one with a high capability to kill me. My newfound confidence controls my movements as I step out of the room and speak out towards her.
"Cynthia right? You ever play chess?"
Inside the interior of the vehicle more lavishing luxuries tenderly taunt my churning stomach. Amidst the surging storm of fervent fans I completely clouded how hungry my body was and is. My fingers furl around mounds of hardened candies colored softly in such a variety of hues. One after another sugar seeps into my gums as my tongue takes hostage the greatness it has never before tasted. Flavors unknown to my mind brings surprise to me as even certain spices seep into my mouth. Another smile stands upon my cheeks cracking my normally hardened outer shell. This is the life I was meant to live, and hell, I'll live it until the moment I'm thrown into a terrible tube below some unknown arena. I've found all I've ever wanted and all I've ever needed.
Later in the evening tightly tumbled into a nest of silken sheets, I watch the stars shine just beyond the barrier of my window. Against the bleak black of the night sky the speckled stars remind me of the shadowed sorrows which used to sing me each night to sleep. I remember the trickling tears and silent sobs which once were loud but went unanswered. I recall the cold always creeping further up my skin every time a new tear graced my bed's blankets. None of that is the case here in the Capitol. Here warmth wraps itself tightly around me refusing even a brutal breeze to break through its walls. There's no sorrow stalking me here either, I feel no remorse and I feel no anger. I even smile again at the thought that perhaps my parents are finally crying over me, perhaps they've finally noticed.
Although the warnings of my mentors still sit inside my skull, I pay no mind to the minor matter that I have training early in the morning. Kept from sleep's embrace I break my bond with the blankets and step silently out of the room and soon the floor. Gentle hums hover over my head as the elevator descends and I gain glimpse at myself in a nearby wall's reflective design. Inside my eyes I spy the endless workings of excitement and the clear lack of fear which Clementine believed I would have. The doors slide open and I turn away from myself, I'm not a broken boy who needs fixing. I've found what I need and now I'm determining what it will take to keep it.
Alone I wander as a single soul freed from my old shackles through the white walled halls of the training center. Bars lie quiet and open but do not drive my interest, instead a room called a common room pulls my attention. Inside simple sets of chairs and tables sit seemingly untouched for years but another aspect draws me in deeper. Calmly my hands collect the pieces and board of a chess set. As the marble figures fall into my hands memories of the nights I spent playing myself force themselves to the front of my mind. I nearly fall back into old habits but refuse eventually, I'm not the same person I was. I don't just sit on the edge of existence, I'm living the life I've always wanted, and I want a person to play against.
Back out in the hall a ding dawns from the elevators and I look towards the girl who departs from her descent. In an instant I know she's the girl from One, Cynthia. At first I don't make a sound questioning whether the first person I actually meet should be one with a high capability to kill me. My newfound confidence controls my movements as I step out of the room and speak out towards her.
"Cynthia right? You ever play chess?"
