Aramis Rosegold [D1 tribute] (knightofgrapes) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-11 17:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th aramis rosegold |
WHO: Aramis Rosegold [D1].
WHAT: Vellum :}
WHEN: Day 5; idk whenever only Careers would be there.
WHERE: The House of Wax [B4].
STATUS: Complete narrative.
Brock had told him just the other day that he and Miranda had found Cypress, another girl, and whoever Boy Eight was -- all he could remember about him was that he had hair that was adequate enough for someone not from One -- in the wax museum following his own encounter with Amelia, which was why Aramis was now making his way up to the second floor of the building. If this particular alliance was smart -- which he doubted -- they should have already left by now after being discovered by the Careers, but in the off-chance they hadn't, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to kill at least one of them right now. Stupid Brock and his stupid biceps and leading ahead of everyone else in the pack with two kills while the rest of them only had one each. He'd even take gutting the little girl at this point just to be the next one at two -- it wasn't as if his white knight persona mattered anymore now. The sounds of breathing and doors slamming seemed to be echoing all over the building, and Brock's mention of how the Gamemakers had set mutts on him here made him wary of entering the one room on the second floor. But to both his relief and disappointment, the room appeared to be empty -- save for several wax statues that seemed to be brutally murdering other figures. He didn't recognise the largest one in the middle, which was of a teenage girl -- upon closer inspection, he discovered this was supposed to be Purbecka Marble, the very first victor -- and as he made his way around the room, he recognised each of the others. Chaff, Maalik, Gemma (she got a smile from him), Fawn, Miles. He laughed at how Haymitch had been skipped over. Brutus. Lyme. His stomach did somersaults and he almost forgot how to breathe when he realised which victor was next. He even forgot to play for the cameras for a rare moment as he looked down at the floor, turning pink and smiling awkwardly before lifting his head so he could stare into the face of Vellum Spry. Or, well, the wax version of him, at least. 'Well, this is a pleasant surprise -- never thought I'd see you again before being a victor myself.' He felt stupid for talking aloud to a statue, but it felt good to forget he was in the arena for a moment and just pretend he was back on One's floor at the Training Center, sitting around with Vellum and a bottle of wine as they drunkenly plotted to steal Marcus Greenstone's car for a joyride one day. And Vellum looked even more handsome when he was posed like this, brutally killing another tribute just as he remembered from the live footage three years ago, than when he was taking selfies. 'So, I wanted to tell you this before going into the arena, but ...' Aramis barely noticed that he was twisting one foot around with both hands behind his back, and had gone right back to staring at the floor, his face closer to a shade of red that matched his jacket. 'You know, everyone loves you, so I didn't think you'd notice if, well -- I'vebeeninlovewithyousinceIwasfourteen.' That hadn't exactly been how he had dreamed of finally letting Vellum know what his true feelings were -- for one thing, he wasn't supposed to be made of wax -- but he found it easier to say it to his inanimate murderous statue than the real person, even with all the cameras that were undoubtedly capturing this moment for the entire country. He didn't even bother looking at Char and Dory as he bolted out of the room. |