mistaken history | charade
Oct 7, 2020 14:18:41 GMT -5
Post by pup on Oct 7, 2020 14:18:41 GMT -5
It's nearly one a.m., but it's nowhere near dark. The bright lights outside the windows fill the entire floor with a dull gleam.
I could've closed the curtains, it would've maybe helped me fall asleep. That's what I need, but I knew that even if I shut my eyes in the dark, I wouldn't be able to escape the Capitol's luxury by way of my dreams.
Opening the door to my room quietly, I tiptoe out, making my way to the living room the Capitol graciously set up for us. It was just another insult, another way to laugh in our poverty. Nothing like the glass chandelier casually hanging from the ceiling would ever be found in eleven.
Grabbing the remote, I collapse into the couch facing the T.V., stretching my legs across the dark blue cushions. Switching the T.V. on, the first thing playing was a rerun of famous hunger games deaths. I cringe a little as I see a girl tearing out the bones from a little girl, I think one from eleven, from the 72nd games. The monster's name is captioned, Celia Mortuus.
Swiftly, I click into the options menu, away from the gore.
This is what I wanted to stop. This is why I need to fight, so I'll have the platform to destroy. So I'll have the ability to do what so many were too afraid to do.
Shifting from option to option, I see the only things they allow us to watch are bad reality T.V. shows, reruns of the reapings, and of course, past Hunger Games. Essentially everything I could watch if I wanted to when I crashed at Navya and Harbinger's house in the Victor's Village. Nothing that I ever wanted to watch, and nothing I think I'd ever want to watch.
Suddenly, I hear movement behind me. At first, I think it must be Harbinger, coming back to try and fill me with remorse for some unknown transgressions. They all act as if I committed a crime, trying to do what I could to be accepted into their conversations, to do what I could to be a part of something more.
But, no, it's not Harbinger.
Pulling my legs close to me, I make room on the couch, looking from Katelyn Persimmon and back to the T.V.
"Got any good recommendations? I can't find anything that isn't either mind numbing, gross, or both."
I could've closed the curtains, it would've maybe helped me fall asleep. That's what I need, but I knew that even if I shut my eyes in the dark, I wouldn't be able to escape the Capitol's luxury by way of my dreams.
Opening the door to my room quietly, I tiptoe out, making my way to the living room the Capitol graciously set up for us. It was just another insult, another way to laugh in our poverty. Nothing like the glass chandelier casually hanging from the ceiling would ever be found in eleven.
Grabbing the remote, I collapse into the couch facing the T.V., stretching my legs across the dark blue cushions. Switching the T.V. on, the first thing playing was a rerun of famous hunger games deaths. I cringe a little as I see a girl tearing out the bones from a little girl, I think one from eleven, from the 72nd games. The monster's name is captioned, Celia Mortuus.
Swiftly, I click into the options menu, away from the gore.
This is what I wanted to stop. This is why I need to fight, so I'll have the platform to destroy. So I'll have the ability to do what so many were too afraid to do.
Shifting from option to option, I see the only things they allow us to watch are bad reality T.V. shows, reruns of the reapings, and of course, past Hunger Games. Essentially everything I could watch if I wanted to when I crashed at Navya and Harbinger's house in the Victor's Village. Nothing that I ever wanted to watch, and nothing I think I'd ever want to watch.
Suddenly, I hear movement behind me. At first, I think it must be Harbinger, coming back to try and fill me with remorse for some unknown transgressions. They all act as if I committed a crime, trying to do what I could to be accepted into their conversations, to do what I could to be a part of something more.
But, no, it's not Harbinger.
Pulling my legs close to me, I make room on the couch, looking from Katelyn Persimmon and back to the T.V.
"Got any good recommendations? I can't find anything that isn't either mind numbing, gross, or both."
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