out of options.— [six/flynn]
Jun 14, 2021 12:48:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2021 12:48:17 GMT -5
Six was beginning to really panic about the whole situation. He felt close to giving up, it felt like everyone else had given up on him standing a chance. He wondered if his own mentors had given up on him at this point. He felt emotionally and physically exhausted to the point it was hard to focus on training - perhaps the one thing that could save his life. His sleep was filled with nightmares, making him wake up hour after hour, never getting a good nights sleep. But today, he though of something. When he was training earlier he had helped out a boy at the trapping station - Robin Keeni. Helping him made him remember Flynn Garner.
Flynn Garner was similar to Six in a way. They were both small, scrawny even. They were both fairly young, with Flynn being thirteen when he won and Six being fifteen currently. And he felt like no one expected either of them to win at first. He knew it was a long shot that Flynn would help him much considering they were from different districts, but he'd take anything. Even the smallest piece of advice. Six was too scared to die, because he knew what awaited him after his life ended. Hell. No matter if he died in that arena or forty years from now, Six O'Malley was destined for Hell the moment his name was pulled out.
Before Six left his room, he tried to make himself look a little more presentable. He straightened up his clothes for starters. Then he splashed some water on his face, trying to look more lively. But, the dark bags under his eyes betrayed him. As did how bloodshot his eyes were - it was anyone's guess if the redness was due to sleep deprivation, crying, or both. Six was careful not to cry in front of the cameras or the other tributes, but the moment he was alone? The waterworks would start. He was feeling so homesick at this point he had physically thrown up from a mixture of that and the stress of it all. He needed some sort of help, he truly did.
Six decided he was really going to take that chance and reach out to the young victor. It was a risk, but the worst that Flynn could really do was say no. Maybe he'd also talk to Six's mentors, but what were they going to do? They watched as he nearly vomited on the train and had trouble getting a single word out. They knew that Six was struggling. None of this would be a surprise to them. Of course, he didn't want them to feel betrayed, but he just wasn't sure what else he could do at this point. He just wanted to live. He wanted to see his family again. No he didn't want to do those things. He needed to do them, he needed to live.
He went into the elevator and waited as he went down to the floor that the tributes and victors from district six would be calling home prior to the Hunger Games. He had no clue where to look for Flynn, but luckily he didn't need to look hard. Flynn was in the main hallway where the elevator had opened up too. Six went over to him from behind, lightly tapping on the young boys shoulder. He tried not to stare at his missing ear as he began to speak.
"Uh Flynn... s-sir... Mr. Garner?"
He wasn't sure what to call this kid. Back home normally he'd call a kid his age but their first name. But in this situation that felt wrong, it felt disrespectful. It wasn't just disrespectful because he was asking for help. It was disrespectful to Flynn's trauma. To his suffering and to his pain. Flynn may be younger than Six, but he was deserving of his respect none the less. After initially trying to get his attention, he decided to mention why he was here. But, he hadn't planned this out. So, he began to ramble.
"I was helping um Robin Keeni during training... and I was hoping- or um thinking that maybe we could talk. Please?"
His voice was shaky, revealing his fear. For once, Six couldn't hide the fear he was feeling. His voice was trembling and quiet. His hand was squeezing his thigh as he tried to calm himself. And he was chewing on his bottom lip like a starving dog would chew on a bone - viciously. He hoped that Flynn would at least entertain the idea of helping him. If not, he wasn't sure where he could turn next.
Flynn Garner was similar to Six in a way. They were both small, scrawny even. They were both fairly young, with Flynn being thirteen when he won and Six being fifteen currently. And he felt like no one expected either of them to win at first. He knew it was a long shot that Flynn would help him much considering they were from different districts, but he'd take anything. Even the smallest piece of advice. Six was too scared to die, because he knew what awaited him after his life ended. Hell. No matter if he died in that arena or forty years from now, Six O'Malley was destined for Hell the moment his name was pulled out.
Before Six left his room, he tried to make himself look a little more presentable. He straightened up his clothes for starters. Then he splashed some water on his face, trying to look more lively. But, the dark bags under his eyes betrayed him. As did how bloodshot his eyes were - it was anyone's guess if the redness was due to sleep deprivation, crying, or both. Six was careful not to cry in front of the cameras or the other tributes, but the moment he was alone? The waterworks would start. He was feeling so homesick at this point he had physically thrown up from a mixture of that and the stress of it all. He needed some sort of help, he truly did.
Six decided he was really going to take that chance and reach out to the young victor. It was a risk, but the worst that Flynn could really do was say no. Maybe he'd also talk to Six's mentors, but what were they going to do? They watched as he nearly vomited on the train and had trouble getting a single word out. They knew that Six was struggling. None of this would be a surprise to them. Of course, he didn't want them to feel betrayed, but he just wasn't sure what else he could do at this point. He just wanted to live. He wanted to see his family again. No he didn't want to do those things. He needed to do them, he needed to live.
He went into the elevator and waited as he went down to the floor that the tributes and victors from district six would be calling home prior to the Hunger Games. He had no clue where to look for Flynn, but luckily he didn't need to look hard. Flynn was in the main hallway where the elevator had opened up too. Six went over to him from behind, lightly tapping on the young boys shoulder. He tried not to stare at his missing ear as he began to speak.
"Uh Flynn... s-sir... Mr. Garner?"
He wasn't sure what to call this kid. Back home normally he'd call a kid his age but their first name. But in this situation that felt wrong, it felt disrespectful. It wasn't just disrespectful because he was asking for help. It was disrespectful to Flynn's trauma. To his suffering and to his pain. Flynn may be younger than Six, but he was deserving of his respect none the less. After initially trying to get his attention, he decided to mention why he was here. But, he hadn't planned this out. So, he began to ramble.
"I was helping um Robin Keeni during training... and I was hoping- or um thinking that maybe we could talk. Please?"
His voice was shaky, revealing his fear. For once, Six couldn't hide the fear he was feeling. His voice was trembling and quiet. His hand was squeezing his thigh as he tried to calm himself. And he was chewing on his bottom lip like a starving dog would chew on a bone - viciously. He hoped that Flynn would at least entertain the idea of helping him. If not, he wasn't sure where he could turn next.
