The Bloodbath
Feb 23, 2019 12:02:02 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Feb 23, 2019 12:02:02 GMT -5
[D6M Ronan Keeni-Einfallen; Intro]
Everything returns to ash before him in just a moment.
The sun's warming rise into the sky of the fated day of hell burning over onto earth. A deep breath as the sheets linger upon his skin with the five on his tongue. The biggest show of Panem was beginning for real this day. A silence in his chest as he proceeds to ignore his alarm and slides down the hall in nothing more than sweats and nothing else. Breakfast is spent alone on the sixth floor with nothing more than his own thoughts that burn him inside out as he knew what this meant.
Live or die.
Burn or rise.
As if it were even in his reach, eyes glance towards the new figure in the room who's arms are crossed in frustration. Teddy Ursa isn't a savior. Even someone like Ursa couldn't save him from this fate and he didn't want him to anyways. Ronan lives with an important name that lingers in the capitol's heads. Keeni, the crazy and different tributes from Six. Einfallen, like the artsy and poetic boy named Riordan. Poetic. Unique. Eyes would be watching him the entire time, hoping he wasn't like Serena or Vesper. The capitol wants to see another Six destroy the competition like Aeson Kight or Ansel Khiev. He was neither of them.
He wasn't even like his cousins.
Ronan was his own damn man and he'd show them what he can do.
Flashes of his mother and father's treatment coming back in a flurry of anger. Locked away in a mental ward for anger. Control it, they would tell him. Why control something that deserved to be shown? After all, it was their damn faults. A grimace fills his face before he fades back into the present where Teddy Ursa speaks words of advice.
"Don't be an idiot, Ronan. You're lucky you found allies. Now hold onto them and work together to get through this."
Silence before Teddy finishes his words.
"And for the love of ripred, do not fucking kill Leticia. I don't need anymore psychopaths on my hand."
A chuckle from his lips as he rises from his chair and shoves past the victor. The idea of him hurting Leticia was a bit odd, but no one knew his story. Ursa was just being safe. An amused smile fills his face before speaks to the victor.
"Don't worry. I won't need to do anything, some career will probably get her anyways."
The taste of amusement on his tongue as the morning fades away. Hauled off into a wing where people pluck at his hairs and prepare him. Skye stares down at him, probably exactly the same way she had done to Teddy years ago, but he shrugs. Ronan was no Teddy Ursa. Too many emotions that he didn't fucking need. A laugh from his throat as she pushes him into an outfit resembling a cowboy.
Wouldn't Ten feel at home this time?
No matter.
As the platform rises, he can't help but feel his chest beat. The fear isn't there, but tension of a silence filling his ears. The arena would break out into madness. Humans throwing away their humanity in order to live. Throwing every piece of them for something more. A perfect place to give off the best performance that he's always wanted. Fuck his parents. He would show the capitol how the true Ronan dreamed of one day being a big shot actor with crowds and crowds of people.
As the timer counts down, he can notice a glimmer of metal, the signs of wanted alive or dead posters of the past. Riordan's own face looking at him once again as he gives a chuckle. Fuck, the gamemakers knew what they were doing. Kitty Keeni's eyes glaring back at him. The Keeni Twins of the sixty third on opposite sides as he gives a laugh again.
The bell rings in his ears for a moment as the world spins.
Let the fucking games begin.
[Ronan Keeni-Einfallen enters Bloodbath]