Purbecka Marble // D2 Victor (foreverfirst) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-03-20 22:44:00 |
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She was eight years old when she was given her first, child-sized sledgehammer and sent outside to play Break Rocks. She was the youngest daughter of a pair of stonemasons, and they wanted nothing more than to give her the best head start in life. They hoped that she would grow up skilled and strong, just like her elder brothers were fast turning out to be. While she used the hammer for its intended purpose briefly, the novelty quickly wore off and Purbecka went searching for other things to smash. She obliterated an egg, then a lizard, and when her oldest brother snuck up on her and attempted to spook her, she smashed his fingers, too. "The big dummy," she'd explained later, when her parents had asked her why she had done what she had done. "Who was he to get in my way when I'm breaking stuff?" “But why would they rebel? They can’t win. Why would anyone choose to be on the losing side? They’re stupider than I imagined,” Purbecka said over dinner. She seemed almost bored by it all, in the way that only snotty teenagers can be bored by things. Her brother was making an attempt to look noble, and she knew he was about to say something stupid before he’d even opened his mouth. “I’m going to go fight them. I’m volunteering. We’re more prepared than they’ll ever be.” Purbecka rolled her eyes and stuck another forkful of food into her mouth. “Puh-lease? You? You couldn’t drown a kitten. What are you going to do - bore them to death?” The two eldest Marble children were given a hero’s interment when they were sent back to Two in their respective boxes, having been killed in battle by the rebels. Their parents seemed overwhelmed with pride and grief, leaving Purbecka the only Marble at the funeral seemingly unmoved by their sacrifice. “So fucking stupid. Both of you,” she said once she was finally alone with their gravestones, so wracked with indignant anger that she wanted nothing more than to kick them over and smash them into little tiny pieces. “If they’d had any sense at all, they would have sent me. They would have sent me.” she said. Had anyone been around to see the eighteen-year old rant at inanimate stone, they might have caught her eyes moistening. |