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District eight. What did he know about district eight...? They made clothes. It was a huge city. And it smelled. That much he knew coming right off the train. He'd studied every inch of Panem that there was material on in school but had never imagined he would see any of it outside the Capitol for himself. Not that he had intended to now either. The young man had simply heard of an extra credit assignment. Extra credit just screamed at him to be taken, and so Jaymis in all of his happy excited self hurried out to sign up for this extra credit opportunity before anyone really even explained what it was. He liked a challenge, he'd do almost anything to get to where he wanted to be in life. Jaymis didn't care when he signed up, but when he got what the actual assignment was...
His mood turned sour, his stomach twisted, and his father as always got extremely angry. The high school student couldn't wait to get rid of that burden on his shoulder by moving out. But for once he agreed with his father. Having to go out of the Capitol, and not just out of the Capitol but not even a rich District. Jaymis wasn't the most conceited person of the Capitol that was for sure but he sure didn't want to be out here. For once he may have been regretting taking on extra work. The train ride there the nineteen year old could only think of the worst. Especially as he'd heard there had been problems here before the last games. All he could hope was whatever had happened then wouldn't cause trouble today. This would be his first time out of the Capitol. First time he would visit a District. And here he was virtually alone about to go in front of the whole district and pick out the names of just who would have to go fight to their deaths. It felt like a lovely assignment indeed.
Not that he had a problem with the death and Hunger Games, he loved that. And he wasn't a horrible public speaker either. It was basically all written out for him even. Happy hunger games, odds in your favor, here's a video, pick two names, and then go. Simple. A little fluff in between, fake some sympathy and compassion, and then get back on a train to go home. Home where it was beautiful and shiny and smelled good all the time. And to his favorite time of the year to. Nothing was better than Hunger Games time.
And it occurred to him, in his time sitting on a train and watching the world outside go by. Things he'd only seen in videos but never really wished he could in person. He was fine with where he had been. But it came to him and he realized that moping and asking why. Complaining about being sent to District Eight wasn't going to change the fact that he was heading there. That he'd volunteered to play escort for this year's games. He'd done it, and he was getting school credit for it. And maybe it would look good on his record. That he'd done this. That he had been involved with the Games and in more aspects than just one. That he'd been wiling to do so. It was a challenge, just of a different sort. And challenges Jaymis just couldn't turn down. It was a test on him. His patience, his speaking ability, his acting, people skills, a bit of a test in his versatility. And that was a test he knew he could pass.
Stepping off the train, Jaymis looked around quietly as he pulled his nice jacket better around himself. The smell of the industrial town hit him first, making him stop for a moment with a crinkled nose and scrunched face in disgust before he was motioned where he needed to go. The young man was dressed nicely, but hardly over stated. The loudest part of him was the blue in his hair and his eyes. His outfit was a darker blue that showed just how bright the little added color in his hair really was. Despite his displeasure with his assignment he walked tall and put on an ever confident smile. Jaymis wasn't a shy one, that was for sure. Although there was no skip in his step or that joyful sparkle to his eyes that normally accompanied when he got to do something important, he still wasn't in a horrible mood. Or at least, didn't look it. This was a learning experience. Something he could say he had done that many students at the school never would. He'd left the Capitol. He'd been to the districts, at least one. How many of his classmates could say they'd done that? Not many. The first hand experience, albeit experience that only enhanced his disgust of the place, was something that couldn't be replicated in a classroom. If he thought of that value, it wasn't hard to keep the smile and the prided look. He was important. He was special. He was here and everyone for at least a moment would be looking at him.
He glanced around curiously as he walked. It wasn't nerves, although he could feel those butterflies fluttering away in his stomach too, he just wanted to take in everything. Something told him that he wasn't going to be able to do this again any time soon. The idea had definitely grown on him, though riding back with strangers hadn't even crossed his mind yet. No he was walking through part of District 8 anticipating his wording and that stage. The young man glanced to the gathering District of people as he made his way up the stairs to the stage. He reached, rubbing his neck a bit and fixing his hair before he made his way to the center of the stage. He was good with timing and right on cue. With a bright smile to the people of the district as he looked over them he took his place as confident as a pro who had done this a a hundred times, or at least felt like it. One thing he definitely was good at was talking to people.
"Welcome for the 73.1 Annual Hunger Games!" Jaymis called, loud and confident in hopes of catching everyone's complete attention. Not that it was hard, he would be picking which of their children would be fighting to the death for the Capitol's, and his own, entertainment. He still smiled at them despite the not so happy looks he saw in return. Of course nobody was happy to see him but it still was a bit disconcerting. He was used to receiving smiles from classmates as his presentations in class were always unique and fancy. Here there were scowls, frowns, stoic faces. He didn't come across as young at least, he had a more mature face, but he did notice a bit of the surprise. There was normally some colorfully and outrageously dressed Capitol females up here. Here he was, ever so chipper, but dressed simple and classy and hardly some excited woman. But they had decided to give the usual escorts a break and so hear was Jaymis the high school Gamemaker student. He wouldn't take the looks to heart. "Before we begin, the Capitol has given us a very important message to share with you all." He added after his short pause, looking as the video was started.
He knew very well that this was not a special thing. It was normal, routine. Just like several movies he had to watch in class each year, they had to watch this each year. He'd seen it before, enough times to commit it to memory though that didn't take much more than twice, and as he stepped aside to watch he only had a mild curiosity for the video itself in a different setting. Instead he glanced toward the bored citizens, curious how many were actually watching and who simply stood in silence waiting for the end. For the part they really all just wanted to come and get over with if it had to happen. Jaymis was quiet and standing still, hands clasped together and a well practiced smile on his face. He was determined to make it seem like he'd done this a lot. He'd watched it enough anyways.
"A marvelous film isn't it? Well, let's begin." Jaymis cheerily stepped forward after it finished completely. He glanced down, then glancing toward the two bowls of paper names. He looked back up to standing straight. "Let's pick our tributes who will have the great honor of representing District 8 in the Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor. Ladies first-" He stopped, moving to that side and reaching into the bowl. Of course he was curious what even the type of names they had were. The Capitol was full of unique names as unique as the citizens themselves. And he'd seen some interesting tribute names as well. He smiled, and after a moment of mixing the names he grasped one in his fingers. For a moment it felt weird, knowing that in that little slip of paper between just two of his fingers was the fate of one girl hardly younger than himself. One young girl that could be the same age as his friends back home. Luna, that one second year he met in club last week, a lot of people. But it passed, the Games were his favorite thing. His life ambition. There wasn't a regret for being here except for the smell that he was trying not to notice anymore.
He looked up, unfolding the paper and looking to the name quietly for just a second long enough to read the fairly predictable name, "Silk Spindel," he called looking up and to the group of girls as he saw everyone shift and shuffle to look for the person who was called. He smiled still and watched, trying to at least appear friendly.
This was going easy for Jaymis, he was even considering that he would do it again if the opportunity came up. tag// @raya, @rayasavior, @thomasjames words// 1,704
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 23:18:09 GMT -7
One more day all on my own, will you take your place with me? It was the night before the reaping, and Raya had so much to think about. She had just helped four customers, and her body was aching at the pain. Her stomach churned, her body shook harder than usual, and her head was pounding. She knew what was wrong, of course she did, but she couldn't tell anybody. Not Harrison, not Thomas, not any of the other prostitutes. But what could she do? It had been a month since she had found out, and her stomach was getting bigger. It was possible that, when Thomas found out, that he would kill her and the child because she wasn't careful enough. She didn't know who the father was, as it could be a number of Peacekeepers, Thomas, or even Harrison. If it could be anyone, she would want it to be Harrison's. She liked him so much more than Thomas, and he didn't hurt her either. She might have been stupid enough to believe that the boy loved her, but she wasn't going as far as that. Nobody seemed to love Lady Stardust, and Raya wouldn't believe it if they did. She entered Thomas' home and went to her room. She took her nighttime morphling, and though she knew that she shouldn't take it, she couldn't help but do it. IF she had not taken it, it would raise questions with Thomas as to why she wasn't injecting it, so she took it like it was no problem. She ran a bath and washed her clammy and cold self off. Everything in the past two months had made her think harder than usual. Why was she still putting up with Thomas' wrongdoings? He had hurt her so much, and he had made her kill people. She also found out that he was the one who killed her parents, so that left a little fire in her body that would always hate him. But tomorrow was the reaping--there was opportunity to escape. If she was reaped, he couldn't do anything about it. He wasn't a mentor, so there was a small chance that he might leave her alone. But she was thinking crazy. Why would she volunteer? Like Thomas had said, she did what she had to do to survive. But to her, did surviving matter anymore? She was going to die in the hands of Thomas anyways sooner or later, and maybe dying wasn't the worst that could happen. Going into the games also didn't give her a 100% chance of dying either, though for a girl like Raya, it was almost certain death. Yes, she could withhold a lot of pain and had stamina, but she wasn't exactly a natural-born killer and didn't know how to use any weapon except for a knife and a whip in the slightest. Getting out of the bathtub, she put on her robe and went to bed. The morphling took over her senses and, soon enough, she was sound asleep. Nightmares were frequent, but this time, they seemed vague. ------- The next morning Raya woke up when one of the other girls yelled to her. It was reaping day, and on her bed laid a bright blue dress that Thomas probably got out for her. She couldn't look bad in a public place, of course. Unless he was shaming her for her wrong doings, which was extremely scary. But she had been lucky this time, and Thomas had to be at the ceremony early because he was a victor. She threw on the blue dress and combed out her hair, and she looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty, but it was easy to tell that she was a broken girl. Her posture was slouched, her eyes were heavy, and her skin was paler than most people's. Still, Raya Stardust was a beautiful girl. As much as she was broken and used, the girl could still light up a room with her looks. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she went behind all of the other prostitutes and walked outside of the Victors' Village and towards the Square. It was a grim day despite the nice weather. It was mostly silent as families and teens walked together to the reaping. She wanted to see if she could see Harrison anywhere, but she could not. The prostitute stood in line to get her finger pricked, and she did not talk to any one, just like she was suppose to. She kept to herself and was alone in her thoughts, thinking of the circumstances that this reaping would hold. The girl knew that she had an appointment right after this with the head peacekeeper Marcus, and he had scheduled it for six hours. Raya was scared of Marcus as much as she was scared of Thomas, and it frightened her whenever he wanted to be alone with her. Marcus was her least favorite customer, but since he was close to Thomas, she delt with it. She got her finger pricked and was told to stand in the line of seventeen-year-olds, a group that she stood with for the last five years. When she was twelve and thirteen, she would always talk to the girls around them and try to make them feel better, but ever since Thomas adopted her, she was silent. The girl used to be filled with joy, but now she was filled with fright. She saw the mayor and the victors appear on stage, and she spotted Thomas in an instant. She avoided eye contact with him, and the escort finally appeared. He had blue hair, which she thought was quite strange. Why would anyone want their hair to be blue? It didn't make sense to her, but she figured that what she did in District 8 wouldn't make much sense to him. They came from two different worlds, so she didn't bother much to think of what his culture was like. Besides, the escort was the last thing she was worried about. She wanted to see if she could find Harrison in the group of males, but she couldn't. They were all blended in together, so the girl just kept her eyes forward as the video played. It was the same every year, and every year she seemed to pay less and less attention. All she could think of now was her being nervous. What if she had been picked? Maybe she would find it better than the district of smog and dust. The video had ended, and Raya was surprised at how cheery the escort was. He was probably faking it, of course, but she still couldn't see how someone could be that optimistic. She was that optimistic when she was a child, yes, but she didn't know any better. She thought this place was better than any other place in the world, but she learned in time that it was one of the worst. Maybe it was just her destiny that wanted her here, because nothing had ever worked out for the Lady Stardust except for heartbreak and dismay. The escort had called a name, and it was a little twelve year old girl. She had cried out, and Raya slightly raised an eyebrow. She was running towards her family, who seemed to have so many children in their group that even Raya couldn't count. Why did bad things always happen to good people? It would be easy to tell that this little girl, Silk, would die in the games even though she probably lived her life trying to take care of her family for all of it to not pay off. She could hear the screams of No and Let Me Go, and though Raya didn't realize it, she had screamed too. "Stop!" she had yelled, and she had so many eyes look on her like she was some sort of outcast. Even the little girl stopped crying to look at Raya. The dark-haired female looked around, and then looked at Thomas. What was she going to do? She had nothing to lose other than to look forward to dying. He couldn't kill her if she was in the games though, right? Raya bit her lip as silence broke over District 8. "I volunteer," she said quietly at first. It was too late to turn back now, too late to go back to sleep and blend in with the crowd. All she had left was her instincts, and she din't trust those very well. She looked at the little girl and nodded. Raya was no hero. If anything, she was being selfish. This was for her own good. She didn't want to die as a dirty prostitute with Thomas slicing her throat in the end. She would rather die trying to live than die knowing exactly when she was going to die. She walked into the isle and nodded to the escort. "I volunteer, sir," she said, looking back at the Peacekeepers and then at Thomas. It was easy to tell she was nervous. She wondered if people in the Capitol would recognize her from being with Ryan when they were acting as a couple in the Capitol only a few months ago. The Peacekeepers, who she couldn't see, escorted her up to the stage. She probably slept with all of them more than once, as most Peacekeepers seemed to go to her for relaxation and to get all of their stress out. She held her stomach as she walked up the stairs and onto the stage, and she watched the men in white go back to their positions. She looked at the microphone, and she was on the verge of tears. Had she made the wrong decision? There was no point in thinking about it now. It had already been done. "R-Raya Stardust," she said into the microphone. She looked down and bit her lip, scared of what Thomas was thinking right now. At least he couldn't touch her or hurt her every again. She was gone for good, for the most part of course. She then spotted Harrison in the crown and shook her head towards him, hoping that he didn't make the same mistake she did. He talked about volunteering when they had met before, but she hoped that he wouldn't do it. She prayed that he wouldn't volunteer. Pressing her lips together, she waited for the calling of the boys.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 16:12:44 GMT -7
Jaymis had been all ready to go pick the boy. Smiling still, he just looked for the girl he had called. She just had to come up, then he could move on. Seemed simple. He expected some tears, murmuring from the crowd, a lot of interesting looks. But not the cries that erupted from the girl and her desperation to get back to her family. He stopped, staring out at them as the peacekeepers attempted to keep the child from running to her family. Screaming, crying, and then someone else screamed. Jaymis' bright gaze turned quickly toward the second female in such obvious disbelief. This was not so normal. He hadn't seen a volunteer from District Eight, and he would remember seeing that in how many times he had watched the games. The commotion left the young Capitolite speechless. What was he even supposed to do? It was a mess, and crowd control was not really his thing. He could speak and present but... calming people down or getting their attention after losing it... not so much.
The second girl continued, although Jaymis didn't catch exactly when she said the first time. "You uh... You...?" He stuttered and stumbled on his words. He looked as she spoke again, this time completely understanding what she said. He gave a bit of a nod and wide eyed confused look as she started up that way. So it wasn't as easy as he expected and for the moment he just couldn't pull his smile back. There was just too much running through his mind. But as she started her ascent up the stairs he managed to get it back, if only a bit less cheery. He watched her, then glanced to the rest of the district. What did he say, what did he do? He didn't remember many other such outbursts in such districts. The Districts that got volunteers were so much more organized... He shrugged just slightly. To himself, to everyone.
"It looks like we've got ourselves a volunteer... from District.. Eight." For a moment he even seemed to forget which District he was even in. He looked to Raya, motioning her to her place on the stage by the microphone. He tried to smile toward her, but she was nearly in tears and everyone was a bit shaken up over the situation. He took a breath. "Well, can you tell everyone your name.?" He looked to her before she spoke, nodding when she gave her name. He gave a smile and a sort of motion toward her before following her gaze into the crowd. He couldn't see who she was looking at, but it must have been someone.
"I suppose it is time to pick a boy to join this lovely lady in the Games." He pulled out his cheerful voice again but there was a tense air around them. Even more so than had been before. At least, it felt that way. The young man reached into the bowl, not really taking the same pause and timing as he had before. He was just a bit shaken up by the confusion. He was new, this was extra credit, he didn't want anything to happen. He pulled out another slip of paper, looking to it curiously and hoping not to find some other young one that caused a fuss. They needed to be done, and he knew for a fact that with the reapings were televised at least in the capitol and they sure didn't want something like this to turn into a huge deal. Not in a place like eight. He was young, he was a high school student, but hew knew a lot about these things. And a lot of ideas on what the capitol would prefer to happen.
He opened the paper, looking to the name. "Forrest Gum." He called and smiled toward the group of boys. He hoped to whatever was looking out for him that this would be easy. Just a boy walking up to the stage and then they leave.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 13:02:57 GMT -7
It was a different Reaping day for Harrison this time. He was a changed man, stronger mentally, but weaker in his confidence. However, his confidence wasn't too bad to start with, so when he woke up in the morning, he acted like everything was the same. His parents made him a sandwich for breakfast, and he ate it. Then, since it was Reaping day, he dressed up all snazzy in all black with a sparkly black fedora on top. His parents didn't know that he was a stripper and prostitute, so they wondered how Harrison got all this snazzy stuff. "Found it on the streets," He'd reply constantly since he was sixteen.
This year they didn't ask, they'd already know his answer. Harrison was growing up, and he knew how crucial life is, and that you have to make it the best you can. Follow your dreams. Of course his dreams now were to marry Raya; Thomas wouldn't allow that, but maybe if he 'mysertiously' disappeared, he would have to allow it. Its not like he could prevent it.
Being the only eligible child left in his family, Mr. Martial walked to the Reapings alone. Not that he minded, but sometimes being alone now spooked him. After his rumble with Thomas, he never went wandering the streets alone. Unless he had a destination, he didn't go out unless it was with one of his friends. He had a destination, so walking to the Justice Building was okay. Half of the PeaceKeepers wanted Justice, right? They'd protect him if something went wrong, right?
The next thing he knew, Mr. Martial was in a big blob of people when the Escort came up. This year it was a he, and this person seemed to have a little streak of blue in his hair. Harrison had never seen people with blue hair before, not even a little bit. To him, and probably many of the other people, too. Then the movie that was shown every year flashed onto the screen. He ignored it all. Some of the littler kids were crying at it, scared by all the murder in the video. They'll learn to live with it for the next eight years. If not, they were in some pretty big trouble.
He reaped the first girl. Some girl named Silk Spindel was reaped. Then he heard some familiar voice. I volunteer.. A girl said, Harrison couldn't get too good of a look. "R-r-aya Stardust. The girl studdered. Mr. Martial stared as she was on the stage now, eyes widened. It was Raya. She volunteered. Harrison talke about volunteering with her when they were in the small house, but he didn't think that she'd actually go with it. Harrison, with the good eyes he had, heard Thomas mouth some words to Raya. Now it was his turn to make a fool out of himself, almost send himself to death. Thomas couldn't touch Raya anymore, and that was all that mattered to him.
Forrest Gum, The escort said out loud, making Harrison chuckle. He'd heard about some stories about this kid. The person seemed to just wander around making fun of people. Harrison started pushing to the center aisle, before beginning to talk. "I volunteer, too," He said firmly, walking up onto the stage without Peace Keeper assistance. He smiled at the victors staring there. "Harrison, sir. Harrison Martial," Harrison said, looking deliberately at Thomas. He smiled, looking out to the crowd. Harrison winked to the crowd, before looking at Raya. "He can't hurt you anymore."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 21:36:50 GMT -7
When Raya had gotten up on stage, Thomas had gotten near her and whispered to her. He had told her that she would be on her own, and she was quite glad. Her body could be replaced, and she was hoping that was what he was doing. But what couldn't be replaced was a possible heir to his legacy. He was getting a bit old, and soon he would need someone to take his place just as he took his father's place. Raya wasn't bothered that he wasn't coming with her--she hoped that this would be the last time she had to see him. The girl was very dependent on him, yes, but she was glad that he would not be mentoring her nor would he be going with her. Maybe the mentor could help her with her problem and try to get her far in the Games. She knew the likelihood of that was slim to none, but hope was the one thing she had to cling to. If she hadn't been so tied up with that, the girl would have probably been in an ally dead with a shot to her head by her own hand.
As the escort had called for the male name, it was someone she had never heard of. Thank goodness. She didn't want it to be someone like Harrison. That would have been the worst possible scenario. But someone from the crowd called out, and Raya turned her head. To her luck, Harrison had volunteered. No. No, he couldn't do that. She would have to go up against him. Only one could win. How could he do that? How could he be so selfish? If he knew what was right for her and him, he would have stayed. She liked him a lot, and she wanted to know that the one person she liked would stay alive. But of course, to her demise, both of them would probably be dead. At least she could spend her last week with him though and without the company of Thomas. She had to tell him too. It was important for him to know despite the situation they were both placed in.
She knew that she shouldn't have volunteered. If she hadn't, she could have just went back to Thomas' house and everything would have been normal. Harrison would have been okay and she could have told Thomas about her. It would have been simply and easy for her, but of course she had failed. She always did. But this time she cannot make a mistake. She needed Harrison to go home. He needed to stay safe and away from Thomas. He could do that in the Games, yes, but he still chose her over living. She still couldn't figure it out, and for some strange reason, she felt as if she would do the same to him.
When Harrison told her that he couldn't hurt her anymore, she couldn't look at him. "No," she said to him, loud enough for the escort to hear. She couldn't cry--not now, but she couldn't help it. A tear ran from her left eye and she quickly wiped it away.. Raya had only been mad one other time in her life, and that was when Thomas had told her that he killed her parents just to have her body. But now, the girl was angry. Harrison volunteered, and she didn't know what to do. There was nothing she could do. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she finally looked at Harrison with sadness in her eyes. She just wanted to run away back to Thomas' home right now because she was scared out of her own mind. But even if she did do that, Raya wasn't too sure if she could move her feet. She was so scared and distraught that she could not move except for the shaking that came with the morphling. She looked back at Thomas and then to Harrison again, and she simply nodded towards the dark-haired boy. They would leave this district together, and they would most likely die together.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 2:12:03 GMT -7
Jaymis had been all ready to introduce the tributes again, have them shake hands, and send them on their way for their good byes and such. He hadn't quite recovered from the first volunteer when he got the second shock of his life in the same day. The young man looked quickly to the group of boys and picking out the one who had called that he volunteered. With a nervous laugh Jaymis gave a bit of a nod. "Well... we have another volunteer here in District Eight." He attempted to sound enthusiastic. He should have been. Volunteers were rare in such a district but the unexpected nature of it kept the young man a bit shaken. As well as enforcing the fact that nothing about this was ever certain. He wasn't enjoying himself too much, worrying about how he looked to the Capitol in his confused state as he welcomed both new tributes onto the stage. "This should be interesting." He mumbled to himself, but looked between the young individuals curiously.
"Our two volunteer tributes from District eight, Raya Stadust and Harrison Martial. Congratulations to you two." Jaymis forced the smile toward them before glancing toward the rest of the gathered district who he was sure were getting restless with the oddities of the day. He looked back to the two tributes. "And may the odds be ever in your favor." he added the phrase as a second thought. He only kind of caught what the two said to each other, but the smile stayed. But before he could direct them where they needed to go for their goodbyes, one of the victors got up and took that over for him. The young man frowned, looking toward Thomas but giving a slight nod. Jaymis' smile fell at the tone he heard the man demand she come, and the fact that he already knew her, but Jaymis kept his mouth shut and simply nodded in agreement. He'd see them again on the train. Oh joy. There was a tenseness in the air that he could tell definitely wasn't caused by the smell of the place.
Jaymis made his own quick retreat after a slight wave a smile to the district, heading off the stage and inside himself to wait. He wouldn't be near them as far as he knew, but he needed to sit down and figure himself out. He sat quietly inside, running his fingers through his hair and taking deep breaths. This was extra credit, he expected it to be easy. But this just hadn't been. The talking was easy until things got mixed up. From what Jaymis knew of how things worked though, the Capitol hated when things were mixed up and changed. He could only hope he'd handled it well enough to get his grade. He'd find out when he got back, and he'd find out what the Gamemaker he shadowed thought of it too, once he was back in the Capitol. His worry now was not only his image, but what the train ride back home and the next week would be like, having to work with them the whole time. He hadn't even seen the majority of this end of the Games before. He'd only seen the products of what the people in this job did..
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 15:51:19 GMT -7
Raya had turned around to see Thomas speaking to her again. Why was he still here? Why hadn't he gone home yet? He was suppose to leave. She didn't want him here, Harrison didn't want him here, and he was just causing trouble at the reaping. She wondered if people recognized the two on television--she was on his arm a couple of months ago in the Capitol as well as when they were in District 7. But he had controlled her for too long, but her dependency for him was still there. She wanted to yell at him and defy him. This was the last time she was going to see him. But a single word caught her ear while he talked. We. It was a single word, but it made her cringe. We will meet on the train, he had said to her. She hoped that just meant him dropping her off, because she didn't want him to be anywhere near for or the unborn child.
She looked at him but didn't talk. She kept her lips closed, and her face could be considered angry and scared. She walked into the Justice Building, as Harrison and her were suppose to do, and entered through the doors. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. She wanted to stay in the room alone and get all signs of anger and frustration out before she got to the train. But Raya knew Thomas would visit her for the full time, and maybe even hurt her. No, Harrison said that he couldn't hurt her anymore. But people lied, and it was possible that Thomas would hurt her one last time.
The Peacekeepers met her and escorted her up to her room. She was shaking badly now, and it was obvious. Maybe it was the lack of morphling that she had in her system, or maybe it was how scared she was. There was no front for Lady Stardust, no. She was scared, and it was easy to tell that she was. She entered the room and sat on the couch, her legs close to her chest and her arms wrapped around her body. She waited for someone to come in, and she hoped to death that it wasn't the devil himself. She knew better though, as it wasn't a matter of if it was him, but a matter of when he would be here.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 16:35:42 GMT -7
The pressure Harrison had staring at the crowd was little. Sure, he was going to die, and sure, he let himself. All the people probably think he's insane, but there's nothing insane about it. If Raya went to the Capitol with the Forrest Gum kid, she'd probably just get walked all over by Thomas. There were hundreds, maybe more, people staring in disbelief of two volunteers from a District that had no body strength whatsoever. Mr. Martial had the side of the people in the District, and maybe that was a good thing, knowing they were cheering for him and Raya. Harrison smiled.
No.. Raya said, catching the volunteer off guard. He looked to her, who looked pretty angry. Harrison came up with the idea for volunteering first, so why would she be upset. He wanted to volunteer, he didn't want her to do the same. Sure, the boys going second he could do something about it, but he was heart set on going to the Capitol and revealing the truth about Thomas. "Raya.." he said, but before he could continue, Thomas was talking to her.
He heard some of the words that Thomas was saying, but they were mainly a blur. He was dazed in the fact that he just saved a life in trade for his own. Harrison was escorted shamelessly by a Peace Keeper, a smile to all the people in the crowd. One. Last. Smile.
Mr. Martial didn't allow anyone to come into the room he was in but his oldest brother, Bane. Out of all eight of his brothers, Bane had been his favorite. Bane always seemed to care the most, even more than his parents. If he told anyone his job, it would have to be Bane. This is what he did, confessing all his deep secrets to him before he had to leave. Raya.. I'm sorry. He thought with a sigh, he screwed up this time.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 10:32:16 GMT -7
When Raya saw Thomas walk into the room, she put her head in between her knees and her chest. She didn't want to look at him nor did she want to talk to him. She felt like a child right now, scared of her own shadow. Except her shadow was Thomas. He seemed as if he would always be her own personal shadow no matter in life or death. She wanted to be her own individual person, she wanted her freedom from the devil. But what was she going to do about it? She was feeble and small, whereas Thomas was cold and strong. She had always wondered why he had such harsh and evil motives. He could have been kind and fatherly, taking care of her just because she was parentless and he wanted her to have a childhood. But the world was cruel to her, and instead, she was paired with the harsh Thomas, one who wanted to make her feel pain and one who wanted to make other people happy while she was completely miserable. She was so limited on the choices that she could make, as she only made decisions once or twice a year. But she could not pass up the choice the reaping had to offer, and she had taken it by the hindmost.
He had started speaking to her about the games and how she would see the horrors of all horrors. She doubted that though, as she felt as if she had seen the worst and experienced the worst. The death of her parents, the fires of District 7, the many men that she had slept with. It was all so haunting to her, especially in her nightmares. He didn't realize the pain she went through, especially at a young age. He had gone through the games, yes, but she had lived in hell for three years straight. She could never take those three years away from her memory no matter how hard she tried, and neither could he.
"Please, leave me alone," the girl said to him softly. "I beg you." She looked up at him, and she felt him pull her hair hard. It hurt, and she closed her eyes. She wanted him to leave her, wanted him to stay with the other prostitutes. But she knew that that would not happen. He was so focused on wanting to hurt Raya even when she was already hurt. But maybe the girls would get a week break from his harshness. Unfortunately for her, she would not get a break. Instead, she would live in hell for her last week.
He had talked about the girl she had volunteered for, but she could not focus on that. She had to focus on not seeing Thomas. She wanted to make herself invisible so that he would not hurt her. She was shaking badly from his presence, but she tried to stop. She failed of course, but she kept her eyes closed. Maybe it was idiotic of her, but it made her feel better. But when he told her to give him her arm, she opened her eyes. "No!" she said and tried to move her arm away. He grasped it tightly and injected the drug. She had been trying to use it less, as she knew if she kept using it that it would hurt the child. She knew that this was more than usual, and her head started pounding. She knew the screams and the shivers would come soon after, knowing that a double dose would give her more pain than not having the drug.
He had then talked about how Harrison and her would pay, but all she could do was glare at him. He then talked about the child and how she would always be on the street. "Not if I'm dead!" she screamed at him, both from the pain of the morphling and her anger at him. She had never screamed angrily before, but she had a good reason now. If she died, he would never be able to see her again. He wouldn't see the child either. She knew she would have to be faced with a choice in the arena: die for the sake of her, or try to live for the sake of the child.
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