pairs of eyes; frankel

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pairs of eyes; frankel Jan 30, 2018 9:30:12 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Jan 30, 2018 9:30:12 GMT -5

I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine
But I lie

Someone's watching you.

It's a gaze that only serves to be defined as out of place along your skin; like a blue moon dotted upon an orange horizon or a flicker in the dark. It's fleeting moment, for as you fall into time's clutches and seconds drape themselves over your shoulders you almost don't realize the unfamiliar feeling of being watched. It's suppressed beneath the feeling of boredom, boredom as you scan the training center for tributes in the same predicament as you. They train and leave dummies in tatters and synthetic limbs at their feet, you watch mockery and it's boring.

Then flicker.

It comes again, a shivering down your spine as you allow yourself to play with the knife between your fingertips, pressing the point of the edge against your fingertips but never quite daring yourself to draw blood. Someone's watching you and their gaze doesn't belong embedded into your skin.

You notice it this time, the way the sensation splits your attention in two. For while you watch tributes and scan the surface of your blade, there's a drumming in the back of your mind. For the mind hidden behind those celestial orbs burning holes in your skin could be thinking anything, from how they'll skin you alive to the weakness buried closer to the surface of your skin. On this red spectrum, the thought makes you feel closer to the realm of hunted and not hunter.

No, unacceptable.

You stick the point of the blade into the table, stand and spin around to the first person you find, it's a boy. Features blessed with dark hair and a wiry and almost nervous composure, you decide he's prey. You sneer. "Hey," you take three steps closer to him, hands no longer idle but clenched into red fists at your sides.

"What the fuck do you think you're looking at, fucker?"

Yeah, these thoughts I would never speak out loud
I've seen you cry, but I've never seen you
Shout like a hurricane
These shots don't ricochet

Last Edit: Jan 30, 2018 9:36:12 GMT -5 by kousei ♚

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pairs of eyes; frankel Jan 30, 2018 14:29:55 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🐢 frankel on Jan 30, 2018 14:29:55 GMT -5

It’s a sting in the heart, how easy little pinch of success is wiped away like the sweat infecting my forehead.

Embarrassment has drawn me away from the fighting stations. Beginner’s luck kept me there longer, but it was swiftly over as soon as the trainer forced me to the ground…face first. Now my solitude is found at the improvised weapon station, away from the home sweet home that is the plants bench. Maybe I should waste my hours messing with the greenery, knowledge continuously regurgitating in my head. Just it is not enough for my soul to escape from this truth, anything to make my mind wander.

So, it wanders, away from the half-finished tomahawk in my hand. All these faces, that I daren’t drop a word too. Many of them share the intimidating look of father, anything to force my lips sealed and my eyes down to the ground.

I dispose of the failed weapon, there is no chance for me to piece together a killing machine in that arena. ”Look in that mirror and what do you see?” Not a boy getting out of here. A rose carries two thorns, even the soft beauty of its maroon petals contains a sour bite. But my only thorns are in the shape of my father and half-brother, I have no control and I am glad they were cut..

I am zoned out, trapped inside my head and whatever my eyes are focused on is a blur. It takes seconds for my vision to reveal the figure and my sight immediately drops as it does. How long must I have been staring at the male? It is a question so quickly answered as he confronts me. "What the fuck do you think you're looking at, fucker?" His words strike me with the same embarrassment experienced when the trainer swiped me to the ground.

All I can do is stare at my feet and shiver. I am like a small pup outside in the cold, yearning for some warmth. Except I don’t howl for help but cower in shame. ”Ohh..umm… I m s-sorry.” Not even for a second do I raise my gaze as I tremble. ”I didn’t mean too.”

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pairs of eyes; frankel Feb 1, 2018 11:45:55 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 1, 2018 11:45:55 GMT -5

I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine
But I lie

He apologizes and you scoff.

"I didn’t mean too." The meager excuse falls from the tip of his tongue and his eyes drop to your feet. And you sneer, for he doesn't even posses the courage to look you in your eyes as you lock yourselves in this confrontation. The irony isn't lost on you, considering what instigated this clash in the first place.

You always rolled your eyes at those who didn't have enough courage on their sleeves to so much as stare you down in their final moments. The ones with who left tear stains in the ground and held onto their wrists as if to halt their arbitrary pulses. Some of them begged and some of them bargained but your ears were deafened by the promise of hellfire and brimstone. You always heard final words spoken into the night but you never really listened, you couldn't help but be disappointed by the roses without thorns you crushed beneath your boot.

You preferred the ones with defiance in their eyes and their black and blue fists kissed with blood. The stupid people other stupid people define as brave; they never hesitates to kiss your skin black and blue. They were strong enough to carry the sky on their shoulders but not strong enough to carry the weight of the reaper's scythe buried into their back. They looked you in the eye and you couldn't help but value their war cries as much as their death rattles.

This boy reminds you of the former, the ones so skinny you could count their ribs and so broken you were surprised to hear their screams touch the atmosphere.

"Oh, so you're saying you accidentally stared at me just then? Yeah right." You scoff, letting any hints of amusement die in your throat. You wonder what he'll see when you're blade is buried into his chest. "Don't try and fuck around with me, Nine, or else I'll skin you alive."

You plunge daggers of ice into his cowardly skin with your gaze.

"Understand?"

Yeah, these thoughts I would never speak out loud
I've seen you cry, but I've never seen you
Shout like a hurricane
These shots don't ricochet

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pairs of eyes; frankel Feb 7, 2018 15:04:32 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🐢 frankel on Feb 7, 2018 15:04:32 GMT -5

Silence has gotten me this far.

No notion or even a whisper, whenever father and brother dug their iced dagger into my wounds. Even a shriek of pain would trigger the driving force that swarms my body. Wrapped lips are my saviour, boredom drew across father’s and brother’s faces as my lack of reaction burned away their amusement.

Will playing dead get me through these games?

Limp body on the ground, fake wounds to defy the predator, how much whit do the careers in this room carry? Even so, my resistance from talking and stepping out of the view of the hierarchy hasn’t helped me avoid a confrontation.

I dare not even peak as the male from Six begins to recite the monologue that I have already heard on repeat before, the script is even hidden away in my head. There is something far sharper in this male’s tongue compared to the spit of poison that I endure at home. Clearly brutes from District Six are far wiser than the bullies in the Nine.

"Oh, so you're saying you accidentally stared at me just then? Yeah right." He questions my excuse and it forces me to grip the edge of the table. My eyes drop onto my fingers a shade of ivory prances across my skin, the tight hold is beginning to build barricades on the journey blood takes within my hands. Panic is within those veins, my eyes shift for an escape, but I have witnessed weakness from others in here, there is only so much mockery that I can take.

"Don't try and fuck around with me, Nine, or else I'll skin you alive." My lips begin to vibrate, the threat is far from the humiliation that my brother used to promise me. The first sign of my likely death, a suffering I am not ready to experience.

My gaze lifts for a moment as I exhale, both of my hands hold onto the table. ”Just leave me alone ok, I said I was sorry.” I pour out my plea, anything to open a door to the exit from here ”I’ll leave…I’ll go. Just leave me alone.”