lyme (lyme) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-03-18 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - capitol, victor: 52nd diana lyme |
WHO: Diana Lyme
WHEN: During and after the 56th Games
WHERE: The Capitol
PROMPT: Ghost
WARNINGS: Standard HG
STATUS: Completed
Two hours after Zipporah’s death there was no evidence of Lyme’s tantrum. The broken glass had been cleaned away by a wide-eyed Avox, Marcus’s drink finished and her mentor long departed. She had sat, eyes glued to the screen as she watched her other tribute. Her only tribute, now. The first one she’d ever mentored had died, and Lyme’s determination to push Zipporah into her past was absolute. Hands clasped, she watched in silence. It had been days since she’d slept, but she didn’t have time for it now. Two hours after Brock’s death and there was a similar scene. Instead of a glass ornament, Lyme’s tablet had been the victim of her anger. Her aim, she’d noted, was still excellent despite the lack of serious training she’d done in the past years. She noted, with an angry scoff, the bottle of sleeping pills that Pecan had sent. As if sleep would do anything, as if sleep could help anything. Sleep was about as useless as apologies, and Lyme had heard those already. I’m sorry my tribute brutally murdered your tribute - was that what she was supposed to say? Quince probably knew, but Diana was unlikely to send apologies to anyone. It felt like an admission of guilt. She picked up a glass, ready to aim it, but her hand faltered. Who was she even angry with? Two dead children? Two days after the Games ended, she was ready to be gone. Endless questions about her tributes had been fielded, her desire to repeat “I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care” only growing every time. Perhaps she could block out the noise, perhaps she could get some peace. It was on the train carriage, with that short journey back to District Two, that she opened the sleeping pills. Two, maybe three hours of rest a night since her arrival in the Capitol had left her a nervous wreck. Perhaps they were the best way of gaining the courage to accept what had happened, instead of feeling angered and haunted by the ghosts of those first two dead. |