greatest weapon {open}
Oct 8, 2018 16:09:56 GMT -5
Post by ali on Oct 8, 2018 16:09:56 GMT -5
Golden sunlight flickered through the windows of the library, nestled away in the corner of District Three. The whole build groaned with absent want to be loved as Marie opened the door, stepping the hearth of knowledge with a small exhale. As her brown eyed gaze flickered over the cobwebs and the dust ridden shelves, she felt a numbness to see the public library in such a state of disrepair.
Not that it had ever been in any state other than that, however, not in her lifetime anyway. Her family told her it was because inteligence gave room for growth, and with growth came thought and with thought came disobedience. She guessed the Capitol didn’t want another uprising and thats why they kept the halls of the most powerful weapons in the world in ruin- starving the minds of Panem that would otherwise craft an uprising of the fruit they so desperately craved. It did not matter much, there was nothing she could do about it and nor could her broken mind find the empathy to care for the library’s state.
Humming to herself, a tune she had once heard Hypatia playing on the violin, Marie walked through the empty halls of shelves like a ghost. It was often empty, the library, other than the Stranger who came and went in strange patterns that she had yet to decipher but Marie enjoyed it this way. The hollowness. There was something beautiful about how the light danced with flecks of dust as they passed through the dulling windows, casting dirty gold light across the carcasses of shelves, whos beating hearts had been all but either stolen for their kindling or burnt anyway to stop people thinking. Marie would have felt some form of elation if she felt anything at all.
However, today, she found herself pausing as she peered between the bookshelves as she reached up to grab a book, dust covered and moth eaten, to see someone stood in the other aisle.
Not that it had ever been in any state other than that, however, not in her lifetime anyway. Her family told her it was because inteligence gave room for growth, and with growth came thought and with thought came disobedience. She guessed the Capitol didn’t want another uprising and thats why they kept the halls of the most powerful weapons in the world in ruin- starving the minds of Panem that would otherwise craft an uprising of the fruit they so desperately craved. It did not matter much, there was nothing she could do about it and nor could her broken mind find the empathy to care for the library’s state.
Humming to herself, a tune she had once heard Hypatia playing on the violin, Marie walked through the empty halls of shelves like a ghost. It was often empty, the library, other than the Stranger who came and went in strange patterns that she had yet to decipher but Marie enjoyed it this way. The hollowness. There was something beautiful about how the light danced with flecks of dust as they passed through the dulling windows, casting dirty gold light across the carcasses of shelves, whos beating hearts had been all but either stolen for their kindling or burnt anyway to stop people thinking. Marie would have felt some form of elation if she felt anything at all.
However, today, she found herself pausing as she peered between the bookshelves as she reached up to grab a book, dust covered and moth eaten, to see someone stood in the other aisle.
