royalvictor (royalvictor) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-22 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - capitol, victor: 13th bolt wheeler, victor: 6th royal golden |
Who: Royal Golden [D1] & Bolt Wheeler [D10]
When: Night 10
Where: Viewing Room
What: Royal tried some Tunnel of Love based products, they turned out pretty bad
Warning/Status: None/Complete
Royal had been devastated as of late. He didn’t know what had caused it but it caused him to remember his ever so tragic breakup with one Bolt Wheeler. Really, he shouldn’t have gone on that dating show. He knew of it. If he didn’t then things wouldn’t have ended so horrifically. He wouldn’t have shed so many tears and it wouldn’t feel as if a cannon had boomed because Royal felt dead inside. He had suffered the worst death; the death of a broken heart. And yet, Royal still turned to the games for solace. For consolation. He could still root for One and hope that Sephora would make it far in the games. It was the only thing that made things worth living, but he didn’t pay much attention to the others. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to deal with the one that shattered his heart into a million pieces. Bolt's investment in these games waned significantly after Kobe's death. Still, a roomful of Victors was better company than almost anywhere else in the Capitol, and though he was bored, he'd only be going stir-crazy up on the 10th floor. He floated around the watching area, turning his attention to the screens only when something grabbed the attention of others around him. He poured a glass of water. Cucumber and coconut. He sighed, but at least it wasn't as bad as some of the fruity concoctions he wound up with sometimes. Some bit of action on screen grabbed the attention of a few people in the room, but it quickly dissipated. He found himself standing next to Royal from District 1. "Yours are doing well this year," he observed neutrally. Royal had been so distracted by the ongoings around in the arena that he hadn’t, nor wanted to pay attention to the fact if there were any other victors. His heart was aching and heavy. Though really it shouldn’t have been, both Aramais and Sephora were faring well in the arena. At least their odds were better now but he knew that the tributes were dwindling down and would eventually be in the single digits. But whatever thoughts had run through his head were broken when he heard that voice. Royal’s heart became heavy and he did wonder whatever he did wrong to merit such heartbreak. And it felt like a brick shattered his heart. “Did I do anything wrong?” he inquired, his heart heavy with hurt. Bolt raised an eyebrow, glancing between Royal and the screen. The man's tone was strange, but assuming he was talking about his tributes somehow, Bolt said, "I'm not sure there's much you can do." He wasn't much for consoling, though Royal certainly seemed to need it. "It's more in Achilles and Pecan's hands now. And your tributes'." If this conversation was going to turn existential or 'woe is me and my Career district,' Bolt wasn't going to stay long. Of course it was up to the mentors. They were doing the best they could. And he knew that Pecan had only mentored a few times before. Maybe she could bring home another victor for District One. Hopefully Sephora for that matter. But they were doing better than they did last round, he would admit that much. “True,” he admitted, pausing so he could get his words in proper alignment. The last thing Royal wanted to do was worsen things. “Though that’s not what I meant. I mean, did I do something wrong between us?” He didn’t even know why he was bringing it up, the chances of reconciliation were pretty much slim to none. This time, Bolt's attention was pulled completely from the screens. "What the hell are you talking about?" Clearly he wasn’t going to understand and it wasn’t worth the time of day trying to explain it. So he stood up and walked out all huffy out of the viewing room. Wheeler could have it to himself and watch whatever those outliers did. Right now he had wounds that needed tending to. Bolt watched the man go, sipping his coconut water. He hated feeling confused, but not enough that he would storm after Royal to find out what all that was about. |