This Is Us [Abs/Tris]
Feb 22, 2020 9:50:45 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Feb 22, 2020 9:50:45 GMT -5
Absalom OttrelIf there was one thing that Absalom enjoyed it was exploring the training center. While most of the time they encouraged the tributes to be a part of the main training session, Absalom had found that there were a good number of rooms along the corridor that seem to have been created and fallen into disuse. Either that they didn’t want the tributes to spend their time in them, or that they had been created and forgotten all together. Which, being the boy that Absalom was, made him itch to get inside them all the more.
So one morning while folks were learning to make fire, and Absalom was thoroughly bored watching the boys and girls rub sticks together, he’d gotten up and walked out the double doors. He pressed along the pristine hallway underneath the fluorescent lights until he came to a room that was marked Tribute History. Along the side were images of past tributes: a boy fighting a giant kraken with a girl swimming at his side; an armless, legless tribute with a knife in their teeth; a boy with a little robot.
He stepped into the room, the doors screaming open. Lights flickered on and cast out the darkness to reveal a wall that was entirely a screen, and two podiums. He took one step, then another, cautious as though he might set off some sort of trap. The screen hummed, flickering black with the words ‘ENTER TRIBUTE NAME.’
Absalom studied it curiously, and after a moment, decided to enter his own.
As ABSALOM OTTREL flashed across the screen, his face came up on the left, and a summary on the right. Numbers in relation to strength, intelligence, dexterity, and ‘status in district.’ There were clips of him on the wrestling mat taking down a number of competitors.
As he watched himself, he heard the door scream again, and turned to find he wasn’t alone.
