the secrets of sadness // Thundy {Blitz}
Sept 3, 2018 18:22:07 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Sept 3, 2018 18:22:07 GMT -5
"Kirito! What do you have to say about District Eleven's recent performances in the games?"
Tell them you're a failure.
Kirito's face remains slanted towards the stained sidewalk until a rush of cold kissed air confirms his safety back into the Training Center. With the calming of the situation the whispers settle back into a low din, but they never fully fade. The instincts to claw away the artificial ears forged by the Capitol is nearly over powering. Kirito never realized how much he could miss the silence of stable thoughts.
Turning a corner Kirito continues to head towards the Mentor viewing area, wandering through the eternal maze of white walls. A sudden figure forms from the shadows slamming Kirito into a nearby metal door. His eyes are heavy and the gun in his hand pressed to Kirito's chest is loaded with a deafening click. The whispers wail the same word altogether.
Fire!
Sue Tate vanishes and the choir of cruel voices crumbles back into its din. Meanwhile Kirito's frightened figure stumbles onward using the wall as support for his shaking frame.
Upon reaching the Viewing Area Kirito's heart rate has settled while his concerns have sky rocketed. Why is reality continuing to decay? As a doctor, as a healer, he knows these are red flags. But he always thought that they were PTSD.
Nearby to his personal crisis, Kirito discovers the sight of another victor looking nearly as swallowed by the shadows as he. Somehow it brings Kirito to the seat beside him.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Tell them you're a failure.
Kirito's face remains slanted towards the stained sidewalk until a rush of cold kissed air confirms his safety back into the Training Center. With the calming of the situation the whispers settle back into a low din, but they never fully fade. The instincts to claw away the artificial ears forged by the Capitol is nearly over powering. Kirito never realized how much he could miss the silence of stable thoughts.
Turning a corner Kirito continues to head towards the Mentor viewing area, wandering through the eternal maze of white walls. A sudden figure forms from the shadows slamming Kirito into a nearby metal door. His eyes are heavy and the gun in his hand pressed to Kirito's chest is loaded with a deafening click. The whispers wail the same word altogether.
Fire!
Sue Tate vanishes and the choir of cruel voices crumbles back into its din. Meanwhile Kirito's frightened figure stumbles onward using the wall as support for his shaking frame.
Upon reaching the Viewing Area Kirito's heart rate has settled while his concerns have sky rocketed. Why is reality continuing to decay? As a doctor, as a healer, he knows these are red flags. But he always thought that they were PTSD.
Nearby to his personal crisis, Kirito discovers the sight of another victor looking nearly as swallowed by the shadows as he. Somehow it brings Kirito to the seat beside him.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
