put it on me . alyssa
Jun 1, 2020 20:30:53 GMT -5
Post by cass on Jun 1, 2020 20:30:53 GMT -5
The train was quiet, and Opal made her way down to the carriage she had seen the tributes get led over to. She remembered what it had been like after her name had been called. The fear had been overwhelming, the uncertainty and the absolute belief that she was going to come home in a body bag was all that she had. Xanthus had been her gentle companion, her support and hope through-out all of it. He had a quick tongue, but there had always been a layer of kindness behind the intent.
Gathering herself, she took a deep breath, she stared for a moment at her prosthetic arm, she had painted flowers into the material a long time ago. She had hoped that they would help calm her, make her remember who she was when she was drowning in her pain. They worked, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. Opal didn’t feel like they’d help now, she was a little uncertain about the choice she was making.
It had been a long time since she’d mentored, and to these two tributes, she might very well be no one. She was positive that they’d know her name and face, but she had won her games over twenty years ago. That was a long time, these kids hadn’t even been born. She slid the carriage door open, to her surprise there was only Jade Morin. Emmet was nowhere to be seen after a quick glance around. One-on-one could be better, right? She ran a hand through her hair as she walked over to the young girl.
“Hello, I’m Opal,” she said, taking a seat opposite Jade. “How are you feeling, Jade?”
Fuck, she was rusty as hell. The words felt fake on her lips, like she was fumbling over everything she said. It had been ten years since she had last mentored a tribute, she couldn’t fuck this up, not when the repercussions could hurt Ky.