#solo03

[phthalovoid-blog]

(cw below cut: strangulation, death, violence)

Her heels click against the cobblestones as she walks. Back to her room, as long as she gets back to her room and collects herself... she will be fine.

...This was always what she wanted, wasn’t it? Regretted not being able to do the deed herself, to get her grand revenge. And now she’s gotten it. So why does she feel like this? Sick, uncertain. Trembling. Weak. She can’t be this soft anymore.

She collapses into bed, back in her rooms. Presses her face into a pillow and takes a deep breath. Deep breaths, Delilah. She imagines a hand on her back. Breanna’s, gentle and warm. Soothing. It’s on the third breath that she feels her throat close.

She tries to breathe in again, but there’s a pressure. An invisible hand round her throat, no matter how her nails claw at her throat, rending lines down it in her panic to get breath into her lungs again. She’s dizzy, lips parted in a hollow echo of a gasp for air. She almost wants to laugh, as she feels herself start to slip away.

What a joke. Normally, she would think that it was their captors, or an invisible enemy. Now, she can almost swear that she sees Jessamine, that it’s her hands choking the life from her.

She throws her head back and tries to laugh, her own fingers wrapping around her throat.

Looks like we’re not so different, she wants to say. Looks like you have a taste for revenge too.

[its-just-jennifer-to-you-blog]

Smile, It's All For You ~ 62nd Games Reaping - Solo

Districts one, two, and four are referred to as career tributes for a reason. It was their career, training for the games. District two produced some of the most vicious, blood thirsty individuals anyone had ever seen. From axes, to poisons, District two tribute's knew how to kill. And it was no secret that they bent the rules. Training before the games was prohibited but there were huge academies in District two run by previous victors devoted to teaching every twelve to eighteen year old how to fight. Cruel, cunning, and powerful. That was the characteristics that ranked their tributes as deathly.

But not Jennifer.

No, it was a mystery to most as to how she ended up in those games. The career districts had a way around the system. From their prestigious training schools, the oldest mentors among them narrowed down groups of students to one male, and one female who they thought showed exemplary skill to volunteer. It didn't matter who's name was called, volunteers were inevitable.

The 62nd games called a tiny, twelve year old Jennifer up to the podium but she just stood there smiling, waiting for the volunteer to shout their name and take their rightful place as tribute. But as the square waited for longer than just a few moments murmurs began to break out and tears threatened Jennifer's eyes.

"She's not here! She's...she's not here!" Someone cried about the missing volunteer. 

Suddenly, a woman with long raven black hair ran out into the roped off area where Jennifer stood.  The woman was fascinatingly beautiful, slender and tall, and bore a striking resemblance to Jennifer.

Gripping her shoulders, her mother pushed her hair behind her ear and smiled. "The volunteer isn't here right now, sweety. You're gonna have to go up there. I'll see you in the Justice building." Her mother's voice was soft and gentle, water pooling around her blue orbs as she tugged on Jennifer's dress. "Big smiles." She added before biting her lip and running away. 

Slowly, and quietly, the crowd parted, making Jennifer a path way up to the podium where she saw a very nervous escort attempting to smile. 

The little girl's mouth dropped open as she somehow began to put one foot in front of the other, her purple dress bouncing with her. As she climbed the steps of the stage, she tripped, the shiny black shoes on her feet catching on one of the steps that were much too big for a short twelve year old. Almost immediately, a victor named Vincere, picked her up and brought her up the stairs, holding her hand as she trotted to the podium. 

Applause broke out and Vincere whispered, "smile, it's all for you." And the water that had begun to prick at Jennifer's chocolate brown orbs vanished into thin air as she giggled and waved at the audience surrounding her, unaware that their applause was out of pity and not out of sincerity.