Unforseen futures [Cade/Dymas]

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They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Unforseen futures [Cade/Dymas] Jan 29, 2018 19:01:49 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 29, 2018 19:01:49 GMT -5

Dymas Nyx
District 4

Forever and a day is how long my heart yearns for Angel. Every breath that enters my lungs only hopes that somehow, his lungs might have tasted the air. It's possible, right? The world is alive but the air is always moving. Perhaps even now, from the time of his first breath, it might have lingered all the way to this wretched place and with every fiber of hope, I can only imagine that a very tiny particle of him still surrounds me.

In the space between me and the next station, I linger a moment. I catch my eyes drifting off into the void, capitivated by the numerous tributes that have come to gather in the training center, awaiting their death sentences.

Death is funny.

I've escaped it once already.

I have been granted one more chance at this thing called life, but as I once said, the reaper will get what he wants - it's only a matter of time. My clock is slowly ticking away, second by second. Hour by hour...

And a Falcon perches near me. A man with the same amount of years as myself draws near to the symphony of tributes calling out in their preferred stations. Not one of us is like the other, but we all come together with the same intention.

To kill one another.

"Spar with me." I ring out from behind him, nudging his attention to the mats. Not far, the weapons also lay - displayed for the affection of a pair of meaty hands willing to do them justice and for show. "No time like the present?" I egg him on even though a side-eyed grin wrinkles my skin.

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Unforseen futures [Cade/Dymas] Feb 2, 2018 23:44:35 GMT -5

Post by tick 12a / calla on Feb 2, 2018 23:44:35 GMT -5

c a d e

You don't belong here.

Shaking hands and stardust, the violence in the air chokes you. Death clinging to the walls, foreshadowing in every blade and all you can focus on is breathing.

And it reminds you of street corners, back alleys and every other place you've been to that feels like a gateway to hell. There's the taste of sulfur on the air, you blink and it's gone. Because then there's a trick of the light, a devil's light cast on twenty-three other faces, and you can't decide if what you're feeling is envy or pity ~~or fear.~~

The lights are too bright and
your head hurts.

You try to melt into the walls; chatting up the ghosts whose footsteps you follow. Lambs to the slaughterhouse and you can't remember your own name anymore.

But that's happened before,
so it doesn't count.

"Spar with me."

A stuttering heartbeat and r i p r e d, you're a mess. A phantom fist in your rib cage, caught mid-flight like a bird and it's been a long time since you've punched anyone.

But you still have the paintbrush strokes from last week; galaxies tattooed into your skin and the memory of every star is printed on filmstrips behind your eyes.

( Nine lives, and you've wasted them all. )

He could be your killer, and you still wouldn't remember his name.

You choke on the violence, count one two three, and -

"No time like the present."

And you're so f u c k i n g weak, blood in the water and you're poised for a frenzy. You're translucent; paper thin. Fight or flight, basic instincts pounded into your skull, but everything's different now. Memories of drawing shapes on the windowpanes, fingertips numb with frost and the feeling spreads.

You remember broken bones and red roses, chasing words and broken facades. "Or-" White knuckled, you tell yourself that it's easy, "you could just show me your moves now, and save us time later."

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Unforseen futures [Cade/Dymas] Feb 4, 2018 17:24:55 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 4, 2018 17:24:55 GMT -5

Dymas Nyx
District 4

This falcon that I've come to question is a mere breath away from death it would seem. Fearful vibes ring forward almost like how an animal can sense fear from those they hunt. His fingers tremble enough for me to eye. I see how he senses that the walls are his last hope to live, but he will be caged in here just like the rest of us. No one is safe and that also goes for myself as well. A respectful request from one tribute to another is thrust in his direction so quickly. The words must have wafted slowly over to him and swirled around his conscious thoughts before he seemed to make out what they stood for. He's like a rotting peice of timberwood, forgotten by the rest of the world.

"Or..." And I find myself furrowing my brows in confusion for what he is about to suggest. He doesn't mean any harm nor does he say it in a disrespectful tone, but one mere cautious of who he is standing in front of. A boy whose age matches his own, but were our lives are completely different, it would seem.

His echoed whispered words are that of a fearful falcon that is afraid to fly. I stop in my tracks and his suggestion tells me one of two things.

"Are you saying that you don't want to spar with me or that your afraid of what I might do to you?" I question him and reach to my left, picking up the stone axe from the table. "Either of which is going to be void once we are in the arena and I prefer that if you want to watch me work, you might want to show me what you can do too? I'm not about freebies and I'll tell you a secret - I'm not looking for blood just yet." I taunt him, passing another stone axe over to him.

"... For fun?"