Jun 17, 2016
❂ (Colt & Elaria)
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❂ (Colt & Elaria)
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Cry emoji for Zeus.
TW: murder
Kaelen was just sitting down for breakfast when his cell phone started to ring. Setting down the plate of eggs and toast, he picked up the phone without bothering to check caller ID. He honestly found it useless considering people always said who was calling once you answered, anyway. This time, however, there was just silence at the other end. Before Kaelen could go to hang up, however, he heard a sudden crashing sound.
He pulled the phone away from his ear to make out the contact name. Zeus Gaither. He really only had it for figuring out when they could meet in the training center, and a personal call of any kind was never made. Personal was something they actively tried to avoid once a few too many things started to fall in line and create an idea that Kaelen had never been able to shake. Now, as he listened to heavy breathing on the other end, he suddenly wished he’d asked far more questions.
“Zeus, are you there?”
He got a grunt on response. Checking the screen again, the locator for the contact just said the Capitol. The Games had ended weeks ago, what was he still doing around here? His musing was cut short when there came another crash, then a few grunting and thudding sounds, as if someone was fighting. Kaelen tried to call Zeus’s name again, but he got no response, just some more grunting and hitting sounds.
And then a gunshot.
It rang out so loud that Kaelen’s head pulled away from the phone a little. A body could be heard hitting the floor, footsteps echoed on hardwood, and then there was nothing. “Zeus? Zeus?” Kaelen tried again and again but there was no response. He didn’t need to ask questions, or make possible inferences or anything. He knew the moment he heard the gun go off that it wasn’t Zeus’s. He wouldn’t have needed a gun to kill someone.
Kaelen threw the phone on the ground, stepping on each broken piece until it was completely unrecognizable as things that should’ve worked together. He hit the table so hard it flipped, bringing a couple chairs with it. His fist slammed into the wall so hard it tore through the drywall that had been put up after last time he punched through the wall. He couldn’t think of who to call, who to talk to about this or even what he could say. He was furious and torn apart and it ran deeper than just listening as someone was killed without him being able to help. Zeus died without knowing his family, without knowing peace. And for what he died for, that was what he deserved more than anything.
👪 (Zeus to Kaelen)
👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them.
Kaelen let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh as he sat down on a bench that was facing the Tribute Tower, now renovated and used for apartments with a fixed rate rent for low-income families in the Capitol. They were the people of the Capitol no one seemed to know existed until the rebellion, when they all came out of the shadows and drowned out the glitter and sequins in blue blood. The Capitol was still the richest part of Panem, the center of governance, but it was far more accessible. Schools went on trips there, people had vacations there (the word ‘vacation’ had to be re-added to the dictionary after the rebellion), and it was just as much a center of history as it was a center of the country. The dome where the arena was always set up had been turned into a huge open space museum, the exhibitions ever-changing to reflect the various Games and tributes of the past. The fallen tributes were remembered again, and Victors were invited to make speeches, if they’d like.
The remaining victors, that is. The numbers had nearly halved for the living victors by the end of the rebellion, and the fallen half had taken Zeus with them. It was how he wanted to go, the only way he would’ve been okay dying if not by old age. His eyes glowed red until they closed for the final time, and Kaelen watched them fade. He’d made a final promise to Zeus before he died, a promise he now held in his lap as he pointed toward the Tower.
“Your dad used to stay there sometimes,” he told the five year old boy, who immediately started to clap and gesture excitedly toward it. He had the same blue eyes as his father. “He helped out a lot of people.”
“Was he tall?” the boy inquired, to which Kaelen let out a quiet laugh. He was one of the shortest kids in his kindergarten class and all he worried about was being tall like Kaelen and his other cousins one day.
“He was. And very strong. Dad beat me in a lot of fights.”
“Kae! Fighting is bad!”
He tried not to let his smile slip through too much, but it was difficult. “It can be, yes. But your dad was very good at it. He was also very smart. So you need to study for that spelling test when we get home so you can be smart like him.”
“Orange! O-R-A-N-G-E. Orange! I’m ready.” He squirmed a little, looking toward the high tower with an expression of renewed awe. “Did Mommy live there?”
“No, but she lived in the Capitol.” She’d fallen, too, a few months before Zeus had. Not before she broke into classified files and found a way to get as many copies out to Capitol citizens and the Districts as possible. “She was brave, like your Dad.”
“Will I be?”
Kaelen nodded a few times as he looked down at the boy, who seemed very concerned with his question. “Of course.”
📨 (Kaelen to Colt because why not)
📨 for a text my muse would send to yours.
[ TEXT ] Colton Collins: You’re stylist is trying to find you.
[ TEXT ] Colton Collins: You can hide on 8.
👪 (River)
“Uncle Forrest, why’s your hair blue?”
Forrest looked down at two pairs of bright blue eyes staring up at him. “It’s your Daddy’s fault. Your Daddy and Aunty Belle. Your Daddy can be mean sometimes, did you know that?” He laughed as their eyes widened. “He’s not really mean. Just silly. My hair wont be blue forever.”
“That’s good. It’s ugly.” Forrest laughed again.
📖 (Colt)
December 21st
Why does everyone from Ten talk so funny? Colt and Rooster, they both talk in that same weird way. And they both told me that maybe I was the one that talked funny. Do you think I talk funny diary? Can you even hear me? Probably not. At least they’re nice, the people from Ten. I guess it doesn’t matter how weird you sound as long as you’re nice. I like Colt. Even if he’s named after a horse.
☏ (colt & elaria)
☏ … my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
It took her three rings to reach the phone. It was weird, really, she hardly ever got phone calls when she was at the tower… or anywhere for that matter. Picking up the phone, she supplied the caller with a nervous greeting. They got to the point quickly. It was the hospital calling.
“We have you listed as a contact for Colton Collins.” The lady on the other end spoke calmly.
“Wh-what- what happened? Is he okay?” Elaria asked, voice raising about three octaves. She felt herself begin to sweat, eyes start to water. He had to be okay. It didn’t take long for panic to seize her, and she barely heard the woman’s next words, struggling to hold onto the phone.
“-attacked earlier today. He’s in surgery.” The woman continued, voice too calm for Elaria’s liking.
“B-but he’ll be okay right?” Why was she even asking? Of course he’d be okay. There wasn’t another possible scenario for this. Colt was going to be okay.
She took a shaky few breaths, trying to calm herself down as she gathered up her bag, running into the elevator, frantically pressing the button for the ground floor.
“We’re not sure yet. It all depends on how the surgery goes. I can call you again once it’s done.”
“But it’s going to go well. Tell me it’ll go well!” She screamed into the phone, just as the elevator doors opened, and she sprinted through the lobby, into the brisk evening air.
“It would be appreciated if you lowered your voice, miss.”
“No! No, not until you tell me he’s okay!” Elaria cried, tears starting to spill from her eyes. People on the street were staring at her, but she didn’t care. She just needed to know he was okay.
“We can’t know anything until later.”
“Fine, fine!” Elaria said quietly, before hanging up the phone. She started down the street at a sprint, towards the hospital.