Unfortunate Souls || [Cyril & Kass, Day 7]
Jul 27, 2019 23:53:39 GMT -5
Post by tylerjames on Jul 27, 2019 23:53:39 GMT -5
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Cyril's world filled with loneliness as he watched his last remaining ally fall to the ground, the cannon sounding to indicate all life had left his body. Orion Starcrest had died. Cyril was the only remaining member of his family away from family.
He knew this had been a possibility. There was only one winner of the Hunger Games. Cyril living meant that Orion would have to die, as well as Oblivion, and Royce, and every other person who stepped foot in this arena. Twenty-three deaths to bring him back home. But having allies at his side had made him feel powerful, given him a sense of security in a place where there was none. It was like a part of him had died with each of them. And now he was left to face the loneliness of being a tribute.
He separated himself from the District 12 pair as quickly as he could. He didn't want them to see his pain, witness the tears as they pour from his eyes. As soon as he felt he was out of harms way, he began to tend to his own wounds, and allowed himself to grieve. And he let himself wallow in his own pain until the anthem flared to life on his watch.
A new clip began the anthem, some archival footage of the ship. Likely it was some promotional material for the ship they were on, trying to attract people to live with the stars. Perhaps if Cyril hadn't faced the things he had in here, he might have been struck by this footage with a longing to board. Now, all he wanted was to be rid of this place for good. Nonetheless, the Aeternum, as he now learned the ship was called, was an impressive beast of human ingenuity. A creature designed to let people live among the stars.
He watched as four faces flashed across his screen. Sullivan came up first. Cyril couldn't help but feel that Royce had been avenged. Then it was Orion's face. He watched as the boy from District 3 made one last appearance, before disappearing into Cyril's memory. Then the boy from 4, who had been fierce and witty in the group messages, and the boy from 8, who had been fair and friendly.
Seeing the other faces of death didn't fill Cyril with sadness anymore. He had lost the people he cared about in this game. He was driven now by a desire for his own life, his own safety. There were only seven others left. Seven people who had to die. Cyril didn't have enough of his heart left to extend to anyone else.
He lay down sleepily and turned to the sky for the first time. And there, all above him on the cable bridge, was a galaxy full of more stars than he could've ever dreamed of. And for a moment he let himself forget about his troubles and let the lights of the distant worlds he so desperately loved watch over him as he drifted into sleep.
As soon as Cyril woke he was on the move. The Cable bridge with it's beautiful starry canopy held with it a lot of pain, and he wanted to return to the gardens to stock up on more healing supplies. There was pain there, too, but it was easier to forget what happened in the dark when light was in place of shadow.
He had barely stepped foot inside the gardens when he found himself face to face with the girl from District 11. Kassandra. At first Cyril wondered why he had remembered her name, when so many others had remained nameless. But as he moved closer he understood why. She was the other fourteen-year-old in these games. Another younger soul forced to fight against kids with more years of life experience. Another tribute with a disadvantage right off the bat.
And yet she was still alive while so many with more experience were already dead. As alive as he was. They had come so far to beat the odds against them. Perhaps she had felt the pain of loss in here, had the burden of a life taken weighing her down too. Or perhaps soon she'd be carrying the weight of taking his own life.
Cyril had already decided he could only focus on his own survival now. So as much as he wanted to leave her be, to give them both a shot at life, he readied for the fight he knew would come. But before he moved, he spoke to the girl.
"I don't want to fight you," he started, "I've seen enough death to last me a lifetime. But I made a promise to try my best to live. I'm sorry."
He knew this had been a possibility. There was only one winner of the Hunger Games. Cyril living meant that Orion would have to die, as well as Oblivion, and Royce, and every other person who stepped foot in this arena. Twenty-three deaths to bring him back home. But having allies at his side had made him feel powerful, given him a sense of security in a place where there was none. It was like a part of him had died with each of them. And now he was left to face the loneliness of being a tribute.
He separated himself from the District 12 pair as quickly as he could. He didn't want them to see his pain, witness the tears as they pour from his eyes. As soon as he felt he was out of harms way, he began to tend to his own wounds, and allowed himself to grieve. And he let himself wallow in his own pain until the anthem flared to life on his watch.
A new clip began the anthem, some archival footage of the ship. Likely it was some promotional material for the ship they were on, trying to attract people to live with the stars. Perhaps if Cyril hadn't faced the things he had in here, he might have been struck by this footage with a longing to board. Now, all he wanted was to be rid of this place for good. Nonetheless, the Aeternum, as he now learned the ship was called, was an impressive beast of human ingenuity. A creature designed to let people live among the stars.
He watched as four faces flashed across his screen. Sullivan came up first. Cyril couldn't help but feel that Royce had been avenged. Then it was Orion's face. He watched as the boy from District 3 made one last appearance, before disappearing into Cyril's memory. Then the boy from 4, who had been fierce and witty in the group messages, and the boy from 8, who had been fair and friendly.
Seeing the other faces of death didn't fill Cyril with sadness anymore. He had lost the people he cared about in this game. He was driven now by a desire for his own life, his own safety. There were only seven others left. Seven people who had to die. Cyril didn't have enough of his heart left to extend to anyone else.
He lay down sleepily and turned to the sky for the first time. And there, all above him on the cable bridge, was a galaxy full of more stars than he could've ever dreamed of. And for a moment he let himself forget about his troubles and let the lights of the distant worlds he so desperately loved watch over him as he drifted into sleep.
As soon as Cyril woke he was on the move. The Cable bridge with it's beautiful starry canopy held with it a lot of pain, and he wanted to return to the gardens to stock up on more healing supplies. There was pain there, too, but it was easier to forget what happened in the dark when light was in place of shadow.
He had barely stepped foot inside the gardens when he found himself face to face with the girl from District 11. Kassandra. At first Cyril wondered why he had remembered her name, when so many others had remained nameless. But as he moved closer he understood why. She was the other fourteen-year-old in these games. Another younger soul forced to fight against kids with more years of life experience. Another tribute with a disadvantage right off the bat.
And yet she was still alive while so many with more experience were already dead. As alive as he was. They had come so far to beat the odds against them. Perhaps she had felt the pain of loss in here, had the burden of a life taken weighing her down too. Or perhaps soon she'd be carrying the weight of taking his own life.
Cyril had already decided he could only focus on his own survival now. So as much as he wanted to leave her be, to give them both a shot at life, he readied for the fight he knew would come. But before he moved, he spoke to the girl.
"I don't want to fight you," he started, "I've seen enough death to last me a lifetime. But I made a promise to try my best to live. I'm sorry."
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CYRIL RINNE
The stars shine brightest when surrounded by shadows.
CYRIL RINNE
The stars shine brightest when surrounded by shadows.
[Cyril attacks Kassandra Nerys with Reverse Polarity Pruning Sabre (Sword)]
HCu5V_alHMsword
[Results: 1170 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
HCu5V_alHMsword
[Results: 1170 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Sword)]
[WC: 795]
sword[WC: 795]
