Aramis Rosegold [D1 tribute] (knightofgrapes) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-15 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th aramis rosegold |
WHO: Aramis Rosegold [D1].
WHAT: :|
WHEN: Day 7; after this (spoilers).
WHERE: The Career camp at the locker bays.
STATUS: Complete narrative.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' Aramis dragged Cypress' body across the floor of the locker bays and out into the main road, leaving a bright red trail of blood painting the tiles and pavement. His own blood was still flowing and streaking freely down the side of his face and neck, and as he limped out with literal dead weight in tow, more blood soaked his trousers so that the wet fabric clung to the skin of his leg. His head was spinning and his stomach, too heavy and light at the same time, kept threatening to leap into his throat so that he'd throw up all over the ground. 'If you were any kind of a decent older brother --' Once the corpse had been taken away by the hovercraft, he slumped down to the ground with his back against the wall of the locker bays, Brock's mace next to him as he tried to staunch the bleeding from both his face and leg with scavenged scraps of fabric. Only Two and Four had any medical supplies in the pack, and without painkillers, all he could do was grind his teeth and bite down on his lower lip for comfort as he stared up at the sky for sponsor gifts. He smiled for the cameras, as if his injuries were nothing and worth the kill he had just made (it was), but inside, he was screaming in agony as the rush of adrenaline ebbed away. '-- you'd never want your sister to have anything to do with the Hunger Games --' Images of things that had yet to happen flashed across his mind. Givry, now seventeen and with his same sharp features, green eyes, and golden hair, but her face smashed apart by a mace. His sisters being dragged underwater and drowning to death, unable to scream for help. Fleurie, always too delicate for the Games, being torn to pieces by muttations as they ripped their teeth into her. Their parents' cold eyes and faces as they looked at each other and shared a glance that said they still had two more chances left, then one. '-- for the rest of her life, if she's so lucky.' 'Fuck you, Cypress,' he muttered under his breath, angry and weak all at once as he shut his eyes, his bleeding, mangled face clouding over darkly. 'Go fuck yourself.' You don't know anything about me and my family either. I have to do this so they don't have to. |