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Posted: Mon, 18/01/2021 00:36 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 18/01/2021 00:32 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 18:13 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 18:05 (4 Years ago) |
Amonei had already had enough of the pep talk after the first few words. He was also annoyed by all the yelling, he hated such a loud environment. “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but shut the hell up... No amount of sugar coating will be enough to mask a situation like this. I don’t give a damn if you hate such a gloomy mood, you’re just gonna have to deal with it...” and with the final word he raised his heavy, hatred filled head to look at the woman who had spoke previously. His glare stared right into her fearful eyes, only breaking contact after he lowered his head again and continued to drain all other conversations out. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 07:31 (4 Years ago) |
Amonei paid no attention to the newcomer, as we was stuck in his own thoughts as well. His voice pissed him off already, even when he barely heard any of it. He kept his annoyance and every other thought to himself and continued to stare at the floor like he was doing before. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 06:10 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 05:58 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 05:47 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 05:43 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 05:34 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 05:15 (4 Years ago) |
”Please.... Stop! I can’t do this any longer! Why do you do this to me!” The weak echo of this plea did nothing to stop the one it was directed at. A bruised, beaten, scarred, and frail young boy stood, tied to a tree and facing 3 older figures in front of him. 2 were adults, the other was a teen. Each of them had some sort of rod in their hands, and with every word they swung said rod at the boy. Their faces showed no remorse as the beating continued, and the screams of the boy grew more and more desperate. “I did nothing to you! W-why... Why do you have to go this! I can’t survive like this...” the last sentence was quieter than the rest before dead silence arrived. The boy tied to the tree had fell unconscious, the amount of wounds and marks on him where beyond imaginable. Tears were still sticking to the destroyed face of the boy while pure hatred stuck to the 3 others. It was true, the boy did nothing wrong, but for some unknown reason they did what they did. The boy was now 16, a day of nonstop work, training, and torture lead up to the reaping. The boy had made his decision, he was either going to die to the ones that were supposed to love him, or he was going to die on the field. He wouldn’t die such a cruel death back at home, so the only other option was to die another cruel way. “I volunteer as a tribute!” At the reaping he immediately volunteered, but was heavily pitied and asked to reconsider due to his figure. His skin was almost completely pale due to all the scars, and even through the constant training and work, he still looked very frail. His bones looked like they could break at a single touch and his skin was as thin as paper. He went anyways and the games begun. Long ago he already told himself he wasn’t going to do anything. He was going to die by someone else’s hand or through a lack of resources. He would even let the other survivor kill him if they were the only 2 left. Day 1, only 1 person was killed at the start nearly everyone ran away and the 3 that ran to the center had a quarrel. 2 survived and 1 died. The boy ran as fast as he could to the woods, hoping no one followed him. The rest of the day was everyone searching for supplies. Day 2-4 wasn’t very eventful, other than 3 others dying in that time frame and the boy making a friend. He had ran into another person who seemed about the same age has him. “I-I’m not going to do anything... I’m Amonei...” the boy said cautiously, hoping the other one didn’t attack. They let out a relieved sigh and laughed. “Oh thank goodness! I was scared out of my mind that I would get killed out here or something... I’m Levion by the way, nice to meet you. District 1!” He said with a smile, walking towards the boy. As he got closer his eyes widened. “Good grief... what the hell happened to you?” The boy lowered his head and sighed. “Don’t ask...” his tone was almost threatening, just like the tone the boy’s family used to him. After the exchange the two set up camp and shared supplies. Levion had volunteered to go and get more supplies and such, and told Amonei to stay and guard camp. He wasn’t too happy about it, but agreed and stayed. He began to inspect all the weapons they had, and before realizing it, he wondered how they would be able to use them to kill the others. He had completely forgotten his vow. Without making a sound, Levion returned and greeted himself with a cheerful “I’m baaaack!” The suddenness of it and his thoughts at the time led him to act on impulse, quickly rising from his sitting position and lunging at his friend, the knife making contact with the skin then digging deeper until the head was cut clean off. A few moments passed and the realization struck him. “No... no no no no no...” a wail had left his mouth and rung throughout the forest, alerting everyone of his location. He didn’t care. He raised the bag of tools seconds later with a deadly gleam in his eye, then ended the game. The boy knew what he did was just like his family, at that point he didn’t care. He stood victorious at the end. He got his belongings, accepted the perks the capitol gave him, and returned home. His hatred filled face stuck with him on the ride, scaring away everyone around him. He would intimidate, threaten, and kill anyone that tried to stop him or talk to him about the games. He stepped out of the vehicle at the entrance of his house, greeted by his “beloved” family. Through all the hatred, he managed to put on a fake smile. He gave them the first hug he has ever given. The boy who was tortured by them, the boy who’s spirit had been taken to hell by them, the boy who rejected them, the boy who gave them their final breaths before sending them off to the place they damned him to. A fatal stab of the knife was all it took for the two to leave this world they lived in. After that, he finally smiled. A real, genuine smile. The smile hated appearing on the face of a murderer, it hated appearing on the face of the boy filled with hate and sorrow, but it did it anyways. The smile soon disappeared along with its companion, as they both disappeared off the face of the earth for many years until now. Only one of them came back though... [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:46 (4 Years ago) |
Seitem had the weird dilemma where she wanted to be here but she also didn’t... She found it quite strange, as she didn’t think that a simple mask would affect her internally as well. Well, guess that’s the nature of the human mind. Continue acting like something and you’ll eventually fit into the act. She tried not to let it bother her as she stared out of the train window with a sad smile on her face. She honestly couldn’t remember the first time she had come here, even though it was such a major event in her life. She had become hated all over the districts due to her victory through pure luck. Even her friends had slowly turned away from her. Admittedly, that was partially her fault. She was the one who hid herself away. This time was different for her though, she had a fresh start and she could hopefully be useful for once. Maybe she should try to start a conversation with someone... It could help her get her mind off of things... She looked around, hoping to find someone that didn’t look so secluded and gloomy, but unfortunately, she couldn’t. She was left all alone once again, left to her own thoughts and the view outside of the window to help comfort her. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:39 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:23 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:19 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:13 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 03:04 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 17/01/2021 02:54 (4 Years ago) |
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