You will be greatly missed </3
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12 by CriminalMasterbrain
From my moment of victory, everything went too fast. A hovercraft appeared above me, someone came down specially to pry Lan's dead body from my arms and place me onto the ladder. I was hauled up, dragged in and cleaned up but inside I was a mess. Lan's last words where to warn me of the future and to tell me he loved me. I hadn't realised it before until he told me but he'd been the peaceful spot in my dreams. I hadn't recognized the feeling because I refused to, because in my world love came only in combination with horrible pain. And my winning had only confirmed that idea.
I was sedated and while I slept, a medical team took care of me. They healed my scars and wounds, treated my skin until it was soft and flawless. They had me strapped to a bed but after being awake for about half an hour they realised the straps were unnecessary. I wasn't going anywhere, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Something vital inside of me had died.
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11 by CriminalMasterbrain
The second I asked that question aloud, the whole arena changed. I mean, it literally changed. The ground started to shake and tore apart. We had to get up and run for our lives or we would've been dragged straight into nothingness. One tear turned into a giant gash of at least 70 feet wide. Normally 70 feet is nothing, but in this case it was a lot. Because across of that gap, Ursula and the boy from 4 stood. His arm was wounded but otherwise he seemed healthy. They laughed at us and before too long I realized why: we'd have to come to their side or die here. The ground was tearing up again but out of the 70 feet broad gasp arose pillars, just close enough to each other to jump from one to another. The horrible thing was, on top of each pillar lay a corpse a dead tribute. Fjöder gasped and pointed, "Look, that's that's "
"Don't look," I whispered and grabbed his hand, pulling it down. "Don't. We need to survive. Time for mourning will come. We have to
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10 by CriminalMasterbrain
My dreams were no more than blurs and hazes, flashing colours and vague sounds. But in the midst of all that, there was a patch of silence, a small spot radiating peace. I tried reaching it all the time but it was like a wall was pulled up between me and that one place. Every time I tried focussing on it, it faded away like a ghost.
I woke up feeling uneasy and my mind was haunted by my dreams. I snapped at everyone in the morning and felt wired and drained in the afternoon. I was no use to anyone and kept to myself in the fort. Like this a few days past, I'm not even sure how many. During those days of feeling unsure and on edge my leg healed up pretty fine and slowly the blisters turned into normal wounds and then flattened themselves on my skin in the form of thin, white scars. After about a week or two I was back into shape and out there hunting for food, berries and fresh water. The forest appeared to be a source of pure luxury and delight. In those tw
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9 by CriminalMasterbrain
When waking up, I vaguely remembered seeing Sylvari's face hovering in the sky. I was convinced she'd tried to kill me, hallucinating that she was still alive. I can't even remember what else I hallucinated about. I saw giant snakes and bumblebees, and tiny kittens with horrible claws and whatnot. I dreamed about being eaten several times too. But all the time I was the worst, a pair of arms was holding me, and another pair of hands working rapid but carefully to fix me. A remember a couple of times I tried to kill the arms and hands but I never succeeded, thank goodness.
When I finally woke up, my whole body was burning. Everything just hurt and I wanted to go back to sleep, drown myself in dreams about killing hands and kittens. But there was this something that kept nagging at the back of my mind, some tiny voice that whispered I shouldn't be going back to sleep.
"Open your eyes," it whispered.
"No, I wanna sleep and kill hands and stuff." The voice start
... Iz me, you mofo!
... 19 yrs
... Total freak.
... ADDer and proudly so.
... Isn't very fond of warm fruit.
... Definitely drinks too much.
... That's why she fell off the stairs once and couldn't remember... but realized that would explain the sour back in the morning xD
... Thinks demi latte means there's 50% less milk in a carton.
... Likes peanut butter/jelly.
... Knows it's highly dangerous to underestimate the viscosity of mud pools.
... Likes tax-free shopping.
... Yet the only problem is, when there's tax-free stuff, she never has money >.>
... Never knows what to say.
... Therefore hates awkward silences.
... Loves to search for the holy grail in her dreams.
... Has her phone filled with shameful music.
... Yet listens to it proudly so (but never admitting it).
... Always laughs at the n00bs.
... Even though she's one herself.
... Never listens.
... Yet pretends to.
... Is scared of nothing except clowns.
... Is only a god.
... Doesn't know what else to type here.
... Used to write her own name spelled wrong on test papers.
... Got lower grades because of that.
... Is gonna stop typing now.
... Says 'bye'.
Current Residence: Wonderland
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M
Print preference: A4
Favourite genre of music: Death metal
Favourite photographer: Paolo Roversi
Favourite style of art: photography
Operating System: os X.6.6 & Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Apple iPod
Shell of choice: The one tiny crabby like things live in
Wallpaper of choice: Ruby from The Path
Skin of choice: A very pale, almost white skin. Call it Vampire.
Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson
Personal Quote: per undas adversas