I Know A Place [Absalom/Bill] Feb 14, 2020 1:06:59 GMT -5
Post by absalom ottrel d1m [zori] on Feb 14, 2020 1:06:59 GMT -5
Saturn Rhodon clipped the career girl close enough that she took a tumble down into the earth. Absalom marveled as how his body moved, quick enough under the big top that he downed a second girl in a matter of minutes. Fate favored him, or rather – in those brief seconds – before his ally lost her eye to the massive beast. Absalom watched the whole scene transition from triumph, Saturn’s brows collapsing at the realization Damaris had fallen, and turned to fight his way out of the crowding band of tributes. Even as a boy cut into him he still ran, one boy over his shoulder, his fallen ally at his side.
Absalom had tucked away into one the red seats of the little theater, away from the hand to hand training sessions of the morning. He’d wanted to watch the boys and girls from his district, how they’d fought and struggled their way to victory. One had come back in the last year, and Absalom wondered if that helped or hindered his chances to do so. People didn’t much like repeat victors from the same district. But then, it’d been some time since boy from one had gotten anywhere near the crown.
As the clip faded from the screen and the lights came up again, Absalom remained in his seat. He hunched forward, his bulky frame extending into the seat in front of him. He twisted at the bracelet on his wrist. The strings were soft to his touch. He ran a finger along the heart shapes that dotted down the bracelet. He and his sister used to make them as they watched movies together. He liked the repetitive weaving, over, under, and over again. It was especially calming when he watched a predictable movie, one in which the woman got the man, or vice versa, or – in a more progressive twist, the man got the man.
He scrolled through the listings of clips, and determined halfway through that he didn’t want to see another bloody battle. He’d been conditioned enough to think that death was a part of life, but that still didn’t mean that he enjoyed watching them fall.
Instead, Absalom scrolled back to the menu of the JANET system and began to search for other movie files.
He supposed it was linked to the televisions they had in their apartments, or that it shared the same files for whatever reason, but there was a whole treasure trove of well-produced, under-talented movies to choose from. And so began his dive into the rom-com world of the capitol, pressing across titles to find something about two young hearts coming together for the sake of love.
Absalom settled back into his seat as the credits played, and the face of a handsome young man graced the screen. He would be attending a university and getting into hijinks that would eventually lead him to find the one that he wanted, but in the meantime Asbaslom would enjoy the gentle jokes and well timed swells of music.
It was about love, which Absalom admittedly couldn’t understand but wished he knew better. He felt as though it must have made people stronger from all the ways the boys and girls of the games spoke of it. Love of another seemed to give greater strength than any training could (though he imagined paired together was even more formidable).
At the least he had the afternoon to think about it, under the low light of the theater, watching the film unfold.