Master Sword13
thatjoshoverthere
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I got Chapter 5 done a few days ago, but I forgot to post it until now. Sorry. It's a little shorter than the others, but on the plus side, the Games are getting oh so very close. I can almost taste them. Anyways, here it is:
Chapter 5 : Mare Blackpoint
Everdeen. That packed a punch. He’s a great trainer, and a descendant of the Mockingjay. But why would the Capital let him live? I’ve never heard of a Mockingjay descendant before now, I always assumed they were executed for their ancestor’s crimes against the Capital. Unless they were raised in the Capital… I think. And they don’t know.
But that was yesterday. Today I’m standing as bare as bare can get on a podium with my arms being held out like I’m trying to balance. I feel like clay. Being taken from what the Capital seems as a useless lump, remade, crumpled up, then remade until they think of me as flawless. We’re only puppets for show. I think. The strings being effortlessly strung to our limbs so that everything we do is made by the person with the strings in their hand. But if someone were to cut the strings… Then what would happen?
I’m told to look at myself for the thirteenth time in the mirror. As much as I hate to admit it, I look pretty nice. I still prefer my usual clothes, but still, nice. I only hope that no one stretches that out of proportion. I can barely stand to fight anyone. Having to fight someone who loves me would drive me over the edge.
I’m wearing a long-sleeved button-down white shirt with a black vest, pants and boots. My hair is left to flawlessly shade my face. It seems all too low-key for the Capital’s liking, but I can only guess that everything will explode on stage (with District 13 being nuclear development,) and me standing completely bare except for some kind of embarrassing tights. But when it gets to the Chariot Rides, am I wrong. Oh, so wrong.
Tekara Ki
I don’t even bother to look at the other Tributes. Tomorrow, there’s interviews. Then, the Games. But I need to ride in the chariot with Mare. It’s required. But he doesn’t look all that bad. My designer made me a dress made of entirely black fabric except for intricate and detailed streaks of white covering the entire dress. My hair is done, once again, in only a single braid. I’m also wearing black half-inch heels.
Time passes. Finally, it’s time for me and Mare’s chariot to ride down the pavement. I feel sick having to wave to everyone like the queen of a happy world. Smiling. In my mind I think, Good, we’re halfway done. But in real life, something else happens.
The sun seems to turn off. The Capital must’ve set up some kind of dome. And then the clothes that Mare and I are wearing seem to explode in green. Oh no… The worst images possible pop up in my mind. I can’t even think about it all for too long. But nothing bad happens. Instead, I realize that all of the white on my dress, the metal rings in my braid, and all of the white that Mare is wearing, are glowing green. It’s almost as if… Then it hit me. We’re nuclear.
Mare looked at everyone, but didn’t wave, just as he was doing before. I was still stunned with what had happened to wave.
Lynia Ridell
I could only grin as I watched Mare and Tekara in their chariot. Their designers did that to make hype. They made hype to get donations in the Arena. They tried to get donations because they know that Mare and Tekara don’t stand a chance on their own.
But that’s when the hints of Mare being a swordsman confused me again. But why wouldn’t he tell his trainer and stylists that? Wouldn’t they want to know that? It’s not like he can get in trouble, it’s too far in the Games. Then I figured something else out using only that one thought.
Mare doesn’t want to fight in the Games.
UPDATE
I'm juggling the idea of whether or not to make a site for XII. The site would include the graphics, chapters, character information, and maybe more. If you like the idea, VM to make sure that I know. I would accept art drawn by the character creators to post if they wanted to take the time to draw them. So, a good idea? A bad idea? VM me your opinion.
Chapter 5 : Mare Blackpoint
Everdeen. That packed a punch. He’s a great trainer, and a descendant of the Mockingjay. But why would the Capital let him live? I’ve never heard of a Mockingjay descendant before now, I always assumed they were executed for their ancestor’s crimes against the Capital. Unless they were raised in the Capital… I think. And they don’t know.
But that was yesterday. Today I’m standing as bare as bare can get on a podium with my arms being held out like I’m trying to balance. I feel like clay. Being taken from what the Capital seems as a useless lump, remade, crumpled up, then remade until they think of me as flawless. We’re only puppets for show. I think. The strings being effortlessly strung to our limbs so that everything we do is made by the person with the strings in their hand. But if someone were to cut the strings… Then what would happen?
I’m told to look at myself for the thirteenth time in the mirror. As much as I hate to admit it, I look pretty nice. I still prefer my usual clothes, but still, nice. I only hope that no one stretches that out of proportion. I can barely stand to fight anyone. Having to fight someone who loves me would drive me over the edge.
I’m wearing a long-sleeved button-down white shirt with a black vest, pants and boots. My hair is left to flawlessly shade my face. It seems all too low-key for the Capital’s liking, but I can only guess that everything will explode on stage (with District 13 being nuclear development,) and me standing completely bare except for some kind of embarrassing tights. But when it gets to the Chariot Rides, am I wrong. Oh, so wrong.
Tekara Ki
I don’t even bother to look at the other Tributes. Tomorrow, there’s interviews. Then, the Games. But I need to ride in the chariot with Mare. It’s required. But he doesn’t look all that bad. My designer made me a dress made of entirely black fabric except for intricate and detailed streaks of white covering the entire dress. My hair is done, once again, in only a single braid. I’m also wearing black half-inch heels.
Time passes. Finally, it’s time for me and Mare’s chariot to ride down the pavement. I feel sick having to wave to everyone like the queen of a happy world. Smiling. In my mind I think, Good, we’re halfway done. But in real life, something else happens.
The sun seems to turn off. The Capital must’ve set up some kind of dome. And then the clothes that Mare and I are wearing seem to explode in green. Oh no… The worst images possible pop up in my mind. I can’t even think about it all for too long. But nothing bad happens. Instead, I realize that all of the white on my dress, the metal rings in my braid, and all of the white that Mare is wearing, are glowing green. It’s almost as if… Then it hit me. We’re nuclear.
Mare looked at everyone, but didn’t wave, just as he was doing before. I was still stunned with what had happened to wave.
Lynia Ridell
I could only grin as I watched Mare and Tekara in their chariot. Their designers did that to make hype. They made hype to get donations in the Arena. They tried to get donations because they know that Mare and Tekara don’t stand a chance on their own.
But that’s when the hints of Mare being a swordsman confused me again. But why wouldn’t he tell his trainer and stylists that? Wouldn’t they want to know that? It’s not like he can get in trouble, it’s too far in the Games. Then I figured something else out using only that one thought.
Mare doesn’t want to fight in the Games.
UPDATE
I'm juggling the idea of whether or not to make a site for XII. The site would include the graphics, chapters, character information, and maybe more. If you like the idea, VM to make sure that I know. I would accept art drawn by the character creators to post if they wanted to take the time to draw them. So, a good idea? A bad idea? VM me your opinion.
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