one risk to the next | Daniela vs Hayden [Day 6]
Nov 25, 2017 16:05:36 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 25, 2017 16:05:36 GMT -5
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D A N I E L A
There is no value left. Shared days and hours, now sunk into the dirt. It just never happened. They should leave my memory now; I can’t feel any permanent mark of their existence. Like any other of the faces that pass by my window on the street back home, they are just strangers. One is dead, one never spoke and one is a prick. My trio of boys. My company through the trials but I have discarded them now. Thrown away to the bottom of the garbage heap, suffocating in reality of the final days.
This is how far Jenoah came.
Is history repeating itself?
I am not used to this loneliness. Permanent darkness is already unnerving as it is but the presence of another, the only antidote for that emotion; I have run out. All my senses have been knocked about, all by fist of those pressing the buttons high above; a sinking aroma of rot in my nostrils and the never ending single tone of ringing in my ears. Just one glance at natural light, any light at all. I am already in the eternal darkness that comes after death. It could be mistaken that my body already has the six foot of dirt covering it.
A night alone in this ivied fortress. I dare not venture far from an unfamiliar setting. There is probably so much more to this arena but I would rather stay where I have been with my boys. I can’t say that I am a profound navigator. So many streets and corners back home that I haven’t walked down. If only I had the chance to go back and actually see what District Eight has to offer, rather than the four walls of my father’s factory. So many more faces than those with the cap and strings of Giovanni Rasoio. There is so much more to this world.
I have been counting the days; this is the night of Five. Jenoah killed the LaChance boy on this day and spent the night with a District Twelve and One girl. A thief to the lives of their allies and yet their weapons were not the ones to take his own. I wonder if Ansel is spending the night with the allies of his victims, the ones that he has kept alive anyway.
Don’t even think about him anymore.
Just another forgotten face, that needs to leave my head.
He doesn’t care about me. I shouldn’t care about him.
Dare I open that book again? Pushed to the bottom of my bag, its message from yesterday has burrowed to the bottom of my memories. A risk to sink the ink into it again, what more tricks will the Capitol pull this time? Life is too short, let’s play with their little trick.
A little hesitation but I pull it out from my bag and open it up onto my lap. There are so many questions buzzing around in my head, it is hard to pin one down and print it onto the page.Can you tell the future?
Bold black ink, centre of the page; probably the dullest question but I want to know what response they will string together. Everything that surrounds me is forgotten as my attention is solely on the ivory pages in front of me. The anticipation for the black ink the fade and the red to replace it is unbearable. Why is it taking so long?
”Come on you useless Capitol, write something!”
Nobody is listening, the ink remains printed. I stab the pen into the page, writing the question over and over again. Pressing down hard enough that the point of the pen tears through to the next; something begins to change after that.
I must have really pissed someone off.
It just instantly disappears. The red is more larger and bolder than before, two small words printed at the top of the page, the ink trails from the letters, staining the rest of the page with the red ink.Try me.
Someone is listening now. Their eyes must all be on me, I wonder where the camera is hidden. Maybe in the bundles of ivy that decorate this area. The red ink doesn’t fade so I turn to the next page, scribbling in my next question.How long do I have left?
I just write it, no thought about it. So much to ask about the future but reality has already been knocking on the door of the final chapter. The only really question to ask is: Is this really the final chapter? The question fades slowly this time and quicker than before. Anticipation does not enslave me but the mix of curiosity and worry entwine in my stomach. Is the response something I really want to see?
Red ink appears slowly, the letters are hard to transcribe as they appear one by one.T...H…E...N…E…X…T…
I close the book.
I am not brave enough to face that answer, not with what predictions entered my mind.
They can’t know the answer anyway.
It is just a trick, another mind game from the Capitol.
It is…it must be!
With that, I just bury the book to the bottom of my bag, just as I did last night. I am really becoming a victim to their entertainment. I shouldn’t be so fucking weak. This is not me.
I can’t even tell if I slept. All I can remember is the ringing in my ears, rocking me through the night and it still remains to this morning. If it is even morning.
I pour the bottle of water down my throat and settle my stomach with the plant that I hope will not be my killer. I am still standing; my plants training must have been a success. I haul the bag over my back and wrap my fingers around the handle of the wooden stake. One glance back…there is nobody there. Nobody to walk beside to begin the new day.
Fucking forget about them already, Daniela!
Something I have grown so used to, even the ringing in my ears is becoming less of an irritant as the days go by. The presence of the three boys, the memory is latching onto my shoulders and it is taking so much effort to shake it off.
Just seven others roam this arena with me, seven doors to push open before I reach the entrance to that train home. The bandit never told me what it was like to steal a life, am I even ready for that reality? Doors have been opened for me; it is time for me to force through them myself.
Barely ten steps from this ivy grave and the silhouette of another is painted not far in the distance, the dim light from the orange moon projecting the figure to my vision. I raise the wooden stake in front of my torso as I creep closer to the figure.
It is the girl from Two, one of the many that I have rarely crossed paths with. Just the bloodbath and the fight yesterday, I don’t even think I made eye contact with her in the training centre. An unfamiliar face and now reality has lead me to the task that I have questioned since stepping onto that podium, is it easy to take a life? Jenoah stole the life of a boy from a career District; does it mean that I can?
I step even closer to the girl, wary of any movements from her, my stake taking the duty of both a weapon and shield. ”Hey, do me the courtesy of telling me your name.” A small detail to know, she may be my killer or she may be my first kill. I at least want to put a name to the life event.
”So, did your allies kick you out or did you just leave them? That One girl seems fucking insane. I would have wanted to get away too.”
I lunge forwards with my weapon; I may as well take the upper hand while it is granted. A career opponent was inevitable; it is just one risk to the next from here.
Daniela attacks Hayden | Wooden Stake (Spear)
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[3166 -- Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]
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[3166 -- Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage]