walls of glass // kenji + emmett
Jun 12, 2020 18:32:22 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jun 12, 2020 18:32:22 GMT -5
KENJI
The days before the beginning of the Hunger Games were now numbering in the single digits. The hours, a pair of numbers as opposed to a trio. And as with many nights over the past few days, you found that sleep was elusive.
So instead, you found yourself once again on top of the world, legs dangling off of the side of the training center's rooftop. Between Sal and the medics, you'd been explicitly forbidden from jumping off again, no matter how tempting it was. And sure, okay, you weren't so rebellious that you were going to subvert their request entirely - but teetering on the edge of fate, pushing up towards the line without crossing it? That was more your style. And if a gust of wind just happened to come out and blow you off the edge, well, then that would just be fate, huh?
Most nights, you're alone. Just you, your thoughts, and the neon flashes and urbanized echoes of a city that never slept. There was something almost therapeutic about it, something different from the streets back home. You'd miss it when your time for murder came about.
Tonight, however, you receive a visitor. You tense as the creak of the door opens, then relax when no familiar shout of disdain follows. The door closes, the footsteps approach, and you greet them with open arms.
"Surprised it took someone so long to join me," you say, not breaking your gaze from the skyscrapers looming before you. "Was beginning to think I was the only one that realized how nice it was up here."
In fact, you hadn't been the only one - if the girl from Six a few nights prior was anything to go by, anyways. But one glance at the figure revealed a shape more masculine in nature, one you hadn't seen yet up here, so that threat of embarrassment was non-existent, at least.
So instead, you found yourself once again on top of the world, legs dangling off of the side of the training center's rooftop. Between Sal and the medics, you'd been explicitly forbidden from jumping off again, no matter how tempting it was. And sure, okay, you weren't so rebellious that you were going to subvert their request entirely - but teetering on the edge of fate, pushing up towards the line without crossing it? That was more your style. And if a gust of wind just happened to come out and blow you off the edge, well, then that would just be fate, huh?
Most nights, you're alone. Just you, your thoughts, and the neon flashes and urbanized echoes of a city that never slept. There was something almost therapeutic about it, something different from the streets back home. You'd miss it when your time for murder came about.
Tonight, however, you receive a visitor. You tense as the creak of the door opens, then relax when no familiar shout of disdain follows. The door closes, the footsteps approach, and you greet them with open arms.
"Surprised it took someone so long to join me," you say, not breaking your gaze from the skyscrapers looming before you. "Was beginning to think I was the only one that realized how nice it was up here."
In fact, you hadn't been the only one - if the girl from Six a few nights prior was anything to go by, anyways. But one glance at the figure revealed a shape more masculine in nature, one you hadn't seen yet up here, so that threat of embarrassment was non-existent, at least.
NAKAMURA
