Post by Arrow on Nov 13, 2016 21:38:39 GMT -8
Irvadia Mantipale
Fluorescent flowers flick through my fickle fingers as the candle fades slowly behind me. Hours have withered away like the Fall since the darkness first fell over the District. Since then I have remained unmoved and unwilling to relinquish to such a simple set back. While the other florists found their ways home I continued our work. Arrangement after arrangement, order after order. They might be poor but they have family to fall on, I have nothing. Years I have spent alone unwavering working to make my life linger on a pointless existence. It hasn't been easy, but it is damn better than the alternative.
Time soon ticks to nothingness as the final floral figures are finished and packed personally by my hands. Sweat sticks to my skin and in turn I run a worn out towel over it. While the sweat soaks its surface I blow out the last licks of the candle's life. Then I'm off walking down a broken trail of dust and dirt. Mid way down the road I pass the same sign I have see every day for a year. A sign shimmering the faces of Hachiro Mistice and Ava Washington. Ever since their dual victory they have become the faces of our failing district. The faces of the normally fallen. The faces of the exceptions.
Each time I pass the sign anger ignites in my veins. Hachiro has done what he can but in the end the Maze, and his given eyesight, has shut him down sensationally. As for Ava, she was even worse wickedly washed away in the Capitol on a leash by the President herself. Ava isn't weak, but I sure as hell don't get why she loves a woman that wickedly white. Whether I will understand is the least of my concerns as the lantern in my hand slips and shatters leaving the shadows to consume me.
"Well shit." I curse as I knee down and hold a shard of glass within my hand. Suddenly I am shoved to the dirt as it stings my eyes. I curse again as multiple hands contract around me. "What the fuck is this?!?!" I struggle the best that I can fearing the worst which could come. For a brief moment I feel my arm get loose and I manage to bring the shard of class into the face of one of my attackers. Warmth spreads across my face and I hear screams of horror. Next thing I know tazers are brought to my sides and I slip away into a nightmare of pain.
Time soon ticks to nothingness as the final floral figures are finished and packed personally by my hands. Sweat sticks to my skin and in turn I run a worn out towel over it. While the sweat soaks its surface I blow out the last licks of the candle's life. Then I'm off walking down a broken trail of dust and dirt. Mid way down the road I pass the same sign I have see every day for a year. A sign shimmering the faces of Hachiro Mistice and Ava Washington. Ever since their dual victory they have become the faces of our failing district. The faces of the normally fallen. The faces of the exceptions.
Each time I pass the sign anger ignites in my veins. Hachiro has done what he can but in the end the Maze, and his given eyesight, has shut him down sensationally. As for Ava, she was even worse wickedly washed away in the Capitol on a leash by the President herself. Ava isn't weak, but I sure as hell don't get why she loves a woman that wickedly white. Whether I will understand is the least of my concerns as the lantern in my hand slips and shatters leaving the shadows to consume me.
"Well shit." I curse as I knee down and hold a shard of glass within my hand. Suddenly I am shoved to the dirt as it stings my eyes. I curse again as multiple hands contract around me. "What the fuck is this?!?!" I struggle the best that I can fearing the worst which could come. For a brief moment I feel my arm get loose and I manage to bring the shard of class into the face of one of my attackers. Warmth spreads across my face and I hear screams of horror. Next thing I know tazers are brought to my sides and I slip away into a nightmare of pain.
{Irvadia Is Placed As The D11F}
