Blinded Fury [Nyte/Tom]

v o l k n e r; 

Everything is ugly.

Uglier than anything that he's ever seen before. Useless, lavishing, and dumb pieces that the capitol calls art or decoration makes his stomach feel sick. Staring at the art piece that resides on his wall makes him remember how different it was being in the slums of District One where it wasn't as bad as District Twelve's seam, but bad enough that he knew what hunger could be. Ugliness isn't easy to get rid of. Fist balled up as he punches forward out of frustration into the painting on the wall, creating his own puncture in it's form. The words of fuck barely tipping off of his tongue as an avox runs into the room, panicked and worried for him, but he he doesn't even give them a second glance.

Ugliness in the servants who are meant to bring anything to them on their whim.

The capitol was a nasty place, but it brings glory and honor to names. Ugly or not, he had to play the part, but he's laughing at his mess that he's already made. A painting with a hole in the middle was just the start. A broken vase that costed more than his own home is shattered on the ground as he jumps up and lands on the bed with a loud thump. If they wanted him to be polite, they were gonna have to think again. No one understands what it is like in his shoes. They haven't seen what it's like to suffer from isolation, hunger, thirst, and many more things. A sigh falls from his lips as he thinks of Flint, his brother, who suffered just as much as he had. If there's anything he regrets about this, it's leaving Flint in a place where life will never be good for him, but once he wins, he'll change that.

He'll change everything for everyone.

Except those Frays and Lumieres, they will lose everything.

Anger flares to life as someone is yelling at him for the mess he's made. Eyes don't even look towards the direction of the capitolite that was complaining about the amount of destruction he can and can't cause. Fuck this guy. Volkner didn't like this shit, so he broke it. Nothing else to it than that. They were meant to make themselves at home and at home, he wouldn't have any of this priceless shit that they called art. All that would be hung up in his house were the silent photos that hides the the truth of his dysfunctional family. Fuck them. Flint was an ass before he left and he could care less. A huff of air as his ears begin to throb in annoyance at the loud capitolite that is making such a big deal out of fucking nothing.

The capitol was rich enough. They could buy new shit when he was gone.

Instead of walking away from this, Volkner stands up with that glare in his eyes. Training with pathetic bastards who knew nothing and attached themselves to him like fish trying to scoop up whatever they could get from a predator had made him menacing over the years. Arms crossed as he flexes his biceps trying to make himself look even bigger than he was. Towering over this cpaitolite, Volkner stares down at this individual before speaking in an annoyed tone.

"It's not my fault that this room is fucking awful."

Eyes glance to him as the capitolite tries to read him like all of the others who thought they knew him. Kind words didn't exist, only pain and suffering. Only benefiting someone until they throw you out on your own. Volkner's experienced this time and time again until he was tired of useless pieces of shit. The capitolite doesn't back down as he continues to curse out to Volkner about how it was wrong to go somewhere and break shit. Another lecture about how civilized District Ones were towards the capitol. Fuck that. Fuck them. Fuck One.

"Take one more fucking step closer and I will put you through that damn wall, fucker."

A step more is all he needed to let his anger get to the better of him. Shoving his hands forward as he shoves the capitolite backwards into the wall, not through it, but the impact is loud and will probably stir someone. Maybe it'll piss off Justice. That'd make things interesting at least. A chuckle as he stalks towards the capitolite who looks exhausted already from one shove. Fucker wasn't going to tell him what he can and can't fucking do. No one could do that.

There's a fist that comes up barely strong enough to leave a bruise.

A chuckle and gritting teeth that flash into open air.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

The capitolite runs out the door in a flurry of worry and fear.

Volkner notices another person in the door as he goes to follow after the useless piece of shit that screamed at him.

"Hi, can I just get past you and go fucking kill that guy?"