olympia (nagina) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-12-11 19:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - capitol, x-victor: 32nd olympia zaveri |
Who: Olympia, some Capotilites
When: During this
Where: One of the open Capitol markets.
What: Olympia watches.
Rating: PG tbh
Status: Complete.
It was rare for Olympia to be disgusted by the Games. They were the Hunger Games after all-- the bloodbath alone was never for someone who had a light heart. But it was altogether another experience to watch Ritz beg for her life on that bridge. It was only supposed to be a quick stop to pick up food and the onto a Capitolite. They wanted her to dance for them, privately. Olympia needed the money. Instead, she had heard Ritz's voice coming from the speakers, and had seen her familiar red hair. She had stopped, like everyone else had when the two tributes talked. The entire store converged around sets, everyone was enthralled with the television set showing the games. Even the workers had stopped to watch Angelus crouch down, to hear Ritz beg. They drink up every word in excitement. Olympia watched, and it felt like acid was gathering in her mouth with the way he spoke, with the way Ritz tried desperately to get his help. The grin on his face was looking more shark like with every step and Olympia tried her best to will Ritz to get up. Get up, drag herself up and kill him. The panic in Ritz's voice rose and Angelus replied, asking for a kiss. The gasps were like a multitude and Olympia's teeth bit the inside of her cheek hard. Her hand clenched into a fist, sharpened nails piercing into her skin. What kind of play was he making for with that? What Ritz fails to see is what everyone sees loud and clear a she gives him that fatal kiss. Others might turn away, but Olympia keeps her eyes on the screen, heart hammering in her chest. She had been hard on her, she'd been pissed that she had been so impertinent-- But fuck, this wasn't a death befit her. Not for the Capitolites to gasp and whisper and not for this tribute, not for him making her beg and kissing her in such a way. The knife sinks into her chest on the screen. Olympia lets out a sharp exhale. Ritz's last words seem to be amplified, in her own ears, louder than anyone's exclamations or awe. Olympia turns away. She refuses to watch anymore. She has an appointment to postpone and a glass of wine to dedicate herself to. |