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thecapitol2014-10-02 04:10 pm
justoutrunyou) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-02 04:10 pm
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It's a symbol without meaning.
Who: Sandy and you
What: She's back from the arena and doesn't like what she sees
Where: District 12 common area.
When: After the arena
Warnings: TW: Self harm, child suffering, mentions of violence and death...all pretty standard hunger games.
The District 12 suite may have had plenty of residents but without Effie it seemed cold and empty.
Sandy had awoken to a clean room as she always did. Her paintings were removed from the walls and ceilings again.
Normally she would start painting right away, to get all the demons and nightmares out of her head. But today felt different. Today she rose and shuffled over to the mirror to see who would be looking back at her.
Pale and thin, the same way she'd arrived. Brushing back her bangs she saw the brand as clear as day. The Capitol logo, the perfect circle. A mark of ownership and weakness.
She hated it. It made her stomach twist with self loathing.
She brought her hands up and scratched at it leaving deep red marks through the middle. Something about the way it burned felt good to her. It felt like defiance. She scratched again, and again till the red grew darker and her forehead felt like fire.
She needed something more. Something that would really disfigure the symbol. Before she knew what she was doing her arm lashed out knocking a gaudy looking lamp from the desk. When it shattered her desperate fingers groped through the wreckage and found a long thin piece that came to a point.
Perfect.
With trembling fingers and wide eyes she pulled back her bangs once more and attacked her forehead with the glass, slicing clean through the circle from the top left to the bottom right. Then the opposite side making a perfect X. Then down the center of the X. Then across.
By this point blood and tears were running down her face and dripping onto the vanity. She had to grope for tissues to wipe it from her face but the thin paper wasn't enough though and she grabbed for a shirt out of her wardrobe.
With her tools at hand she resumed her work while her breathing became ragged and her skin darkened with flush. A shine of sweat mingled with the tears and blood as evidence of the effort it was taking her to continue. When the pain became more then she could handle the glass fell from her fingers and she let out a pathetic whimpering cry.
Looking into the mirror she saw blood and fear. She was looking into the eyes of the monster Penny as blood gushed from a stomach wound. She'd learned how painful and deadly a stomach wound could be, but once she'd buried the knife in Penny the first time she couldn't stop herself from doing it again and again. By the time she'd stopped stabbing penny she was covered in the woman's blood.
The memory faded and Sandy realized she was looking at her own blood, not Penny's.
She's gone...she can't hurt anyone ever again.
She would take a shower, clean her fresh wounds and pull a hat on to hide it from others.
She didn't deserve their pity or worry after so many failures.
What: She's back from the arena and doesn't like what she sees
Where: District 12 common area.
When: After the arena
Warnings: TW: Self harm, child suffering, mentions of violence and death...all pretty standard hunger games.
The District 12 suite may have had plenty of residents but without Effie it seemed cold and empty.
Sandy had awoken to a clean room as she always did. Her paintings were removed from the walls and ceilings again.
Normally she would start painting right away, to get all the demons and nightmares out of her head. But today felt different. Today she rose and shuffled over to the mirror to see who would be looking back at her.
Pale and thin, the same way she'd arrived. Brushing back her bangs she saw the brand as clear as day. The Capitol logo, the perfect circle. A mark of ownership and weakness.
She hated it. It made her stomach twist with self loathing.
She brought her hands up and scratched at it leaving deep red marks through the middle. Something about the way it burned felt good to her. It felt like defiance. She scratched again, and again till the red grew darker and her forehead felt like fire.
She needed something more. Something that would really disfigure the symbol. Before she knew what she was doing her arm lashed out knocking a gaudy looking lamp from the desk. When it shattered her desperate fingers groped through the wreckage and found a long thin piece that came to a point.
Perfect.
With trembling fingers and wide eyes she pulled back her bangs once more and attacked her forehead with the glass, slicing clean through the circle from the top left to the bottom right. Then the opposite side making a perfect X. Then down the center of the X. Then across.
By this point blood and tears were running down her face and dripping onto the vanity. She had to grope for tissues to wipe it from her face but the thin paper wasn't enough though and she grabbed for a shirt out of her wardrobe.
With her tools at hand she resumed her work while her breathing became ragged and her skin darkened with flush. A shine of sweat mingled with the tears and blood as evidence of the effort it was taking her to continue. When the pain became more then she could handle the glass fell from her fingers and she let out a pathetic whimpering cry.
Looking into the mirror she saw blood and fear. She was looking into the eyes of the monster Penny as blood gushed from a stomach wound. She'd learned how painful and deadly a stomach wound could be, but once she'd buried the knife in Penny the first time she couldn't stop herself from doing it again and again. By the time she'd stopped stabbing penny she was covered in the woman's blood.
The memory faded and Sandy realized she was looking at her own blood, not Penny's.
She's gone...she can't hurt anyone ever again.
She would take a shower, clean her fresh wounds and pull a hat on to hide it from others.
She didn't deserve their pity or worry after so many failures.
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Hopefully whatever else Pruna had was a good distraction from the stinging throbbing in her forehead and the aching in her heart.
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Finally she found what she wanted, a soft hat that fell down to the eyes, green with pink flowers. She had two of them, because she had liked them so much. Blue with yellow flowers. She held them out. "Which one do you be wanting?"
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"How does this one look?"
She felt a fresh warmth spreading from her chest that was somehow calming the storm that had been twisting about inside her for weeks.
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And people were less likely to question the hat, people were used to Pruna doing weird things.
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"You're the best thing that this world has given me." she mumbled sheepishly.
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Another good fade to black moment?
Yup!