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♥†♬პოἶlყ♬†♥ѕυανιтєя ιи мσ∂σ, fσятιтєя ιи яє wrote: "Isadora stumbled back when Silver lunged towards, trying to escape this crazed girl. But she was no match for the trained Career and winced as she was grabbed by her hair and held forward by Silver..."Silver was no longer human. She felt herself slipping away long ago, and knew that there was no turning back to a decent life. What the hell was she doing? Who was she to think that she could just grab another human, call them worthless and garbage, and threaten to end their life? Her pads of her fingers rubbed the blonde hair between them, the other hand feeling the smooth metal of the gun, the tension behind the cocked trigger. Ian was suddenly displaced from the situation, and the world boiled down to the two girls, the smaller of the pair beginning a rant that would stick with Silver for a very long time.
It was as if Silver began an out-of-body experience when the words began to pour out of Isadora's mouth. Her soul was floating a few feet away, watching it all go down much like how Panem was watching at home. First her gaze fell to Isa's red and raged face, unable to imagine that a girl so small and sweet was capable of such an action. And then she watched the color in her own face slowly drain away, seeing the life in her eyes fade to a dull nothing over the words. 'Worthless. Your nothing. Absolutely Worthless.' The words rang in her ears like old wounds freshly opened to the stinging air. " "Your just a piece of meat lying here, and you will never amount to anything. Worhless. That's all you are." The faceless man stared down from on top of her in the flashback, her exposed and trembling body chained to the headboard above. And then it rotated to a very similar scene, the exact same words coming from her demented trainer's lips as she was strapped-down to the table and they proceded to do 'shock therapy' on her because of her disobedience in the training room.'
The flashback ended, and Silver stood as silently as ever with the girl in one arm and the gun in the other. What was she doing? This was exactly what happened to her once apon a time. She was no better then the men that had made her what she was today. It was then that Isa's kick slammed into her shin, and Silver was still too stunned to do much more thwn let her grip slip and drop the gun. Her eyes fell onto Isadora's shaking form, and something along the lines of guilt filled her being. That awful feeling made her turn away so that the sudden tears springing to her eye's couldn't be seen. "I'm sorry..." She muttered, hardly audible by anyone but herself.
What had she done?
Silver remained silent, calm, and unmoving as he let himself spill in front of her. For the cameras of Panem that were surely watching and wating for her to flip, she appeared to be as steady as a rock. But if you were as close as Ian was to her, could could see the way her entire body was shaking while trying her keep her intense anger under control. With every word that spilled out if his mouth, she became more and more frustrated and prepared to pounce. As his final word sounded, she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and began to stalk around him. Her eyes never left his as she circled, almost like a lioness hunting gor her prey.As she got to the space between Ian and Isadora, she took off straight toward Isa with vengence in ther eyes. She knew that as she made this move, Ian would be pulling out his own weapons, and she would have to act fast. Pulling a gun out of her waist band, she took a large fistful Isa Isadora's smooth hair and pressed the gun against her temple. Now Isa's probe form was trembling between herself and Ian, no way for Ian to get to Silver without hurting Isa in the process. "Tell me Ian." She seethed, peering over her captive's shoulder as the girls form shook against her own. "Tell me why I shouldn't just kill her and get rid of both of our problems. Your too attached and I'm too stubborn." She shook her hair, brushing her crazy hair out of her face. "Tell me WHY I shouldn't! And it's not bravery, It's stupidity at this point."
Once that freak Isadora had picked herself off the ground and was no longer shaking like a puppy, Silver took off towards the massive door she had seen Tara teave through. Her eyes were finally able to take in the full view of the large space they seemed to be confined in. There seemed to be no other way to go them out the exits and into whatever lay beyond. The possiblities of what lay around the corner frightened her, but she had been taught never to give into these fears, to never let them control you into submission. So she pressed forward with the two tributes on her tail, haulting just inside the entrance to the maze. It was then that Ian had come up to her, begging her to understand his 'viewpoint' of whatever. All Silver wanted to do was beat him to a pulp for what he did back there. Not only did it make him look weak, but it made her look like a wuss in front of all the sponsors as well. Her chances of being the top sponsered tribute were beginning to dwindle.
At Ian's words Silver stopped, flinging herself around to meet him face to face. Her ally knew her well enough to see the rage boiling under her skin, knew that if it wasn't contained soon then a bullet would be firing off sooner then later. "What the hell happened back there Ian?" Her arms spread wide, not caring if precious old Isadora got her feelings hurt. "I had real respect for you before this. I thought you wanted to win this thing!! Not bring this thing along with you and waste time." She stormed a few steps away, the anger radiating off of her bruised and cut-up skin. "I'm so disappointed in you. And I can't tolerate weakness." This quote was something she had been told time and time again in her past life, speaking like a trainer rather then speaking for herself.
((Sorry for the kinda crappy post... I wont be able to respond to anything else until after Saturday, sorry guys!! Be back soon!!))
Silver's aim was perfectly lined up at Ian's chest, knowing that his life and his so called 'pet's' life were resting in her hands. Gosh, it would be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel if she so wanted to. Bang, Bang, Bang. She would have three kills less then five minutes into the game, much closer to victory and all the riches it entailed. But as she steadily held the gun out at her ally, she saw Isa's small head behind his. Her memory suddenly jumped back to a darker time; ((Story, if you want to read->))(view spoiler)
This memory made her eventually lower her gun, staring at the pair with only the slightest bit of mercy. Just because her insides had momentarily caved to Isadora didn't mean that she had to on the outside. With a loud growl, she dropped her arm, shoving one of her two guns into her belt loop. "God Ian, you are so damn lucky that I need an ally right now." She stalked forward quickly, nose to nose and spitting in his face with anger. "I may slit your throat before you get a chance to explain yourself. I will never forget this." Brushing roughly past his shoulder, she reached out to Isa, who had been too slow to move. Silver snatched the gun right out of the girl's hands, making sure that Isadora had nothing that she could possibly kill her with. And, just for good measure, she gave Isa a hard shove in the chest, sending her tumbling back to the ground.
"Get your ass up and lets go." Silver called out, head on swivel once more as she went back into defense mode. The cornucopia had begun to clear out, but she wasn't planning on staying around much longer.
Silver stood there in the chaos, staring down at the quivering tribute beneath the gun. How powerful of a thing it was to have a helpless person at gunpoint. Seeing the fear in their eyes, the pleading radiating off of them, it makes you question everything you had ever stood for. As Silver stood there, staring into the wide iris's of Isadora's eyes, her whole view was turned upside down. Her memory jogged back to the time when they had first met, back when Isa had been nothing but kind and accepting to the harsh girl she had been presented with. And now, Silver was going to dismiss her as nothing more then a lump of trash. Her finger prepared to squeeze around the trigger, but hesitation washed over her in a wave of guilt. This brief moment of question was what ultimately saved Isadora's life in that moment. It all went down within a moment; Silver was thrown to the ground, a shot from her gun going just right of Isa's figure. She slammed to the ground, fumbling over the figure that had steam-rolled her while her gun went flying from her fingers. It was then that her instincts kicked into the ultimate high gear, wrapping her legs around the figures waist, throwing her weight until she was rolling again, finding herself now on top. Her fingers went straight for the boy's throat now that she had claimed a bit of freedom, pressing her fingertips deep into the recesses of his skin. In the end, it wasn't his voice or his face that caused her to stop, but his smell. The light smell of pine had always been detectable in his presence. "Ian?!" She yelled out, rolling away and snatching up her gun. He was now between herself and Isa, almost in a protecting way. "What the hell are you thinking?!" She raised her gun at his chest, making she he explained himself before he could just assume that they were 'all good.' People blurred past in her vision, frustrated beyond belief that she was having to let them all get away to deal with her idiot of an ally and the pathetic girl on the ground.
I had Silver kill a boy... Which Kill off should I take for that??
((Yay!! Thanks Chloe:) And yeah it will Aliya, I have lots of comments that will soon be directed towards Deliah just dancing off the tip of my tongue!!))
((Sounds good to me!!:) Also, is this arena going to include the Homestead? Because it might be a fun place for them to hole up if it is!!))
Silver was looking into the mirror beneth the arena, taking in evey last detail of herself. There had never really been a time in her life that she had been interested in her appearance or how she looked. But right now in this moment, it was the most important thing to her. Her rough fingers lightly traced up her arm, brushing over all the imperfections that were hidden beneath her tattoos. She traced her jaw line, feeling the jagged place when it had been broken back when she had been kidnapped. And then her gaze was on her face, all the small imperfections seeming to jump out like animals. She had never been proud of her appearance, especially because it was tattered and worn inside and out. But the realization had hit her that this may be the last time she ever saw herself. It was something she was determined to cherish. With a heavy sigh, she had turned in her combat boots and stalked towards the glass tube, downing another glass of water along the way. She had brushed off her stying team, refusing their goodbyes and farewells. This was no time for that sappy kind of talk, for it would only turn her away from the real goal. This was the arena, and there would be no people there trying to cuddle and confort her. As the glass tube began to slide closed and she turned from her team, her memory began to bring up scenes from her kidnaping; Cigarettes being burned against her skin daily, being shoved into a cabinet and left for days, and men holding her down to do unspeakable things. And then her thoughts drifted to her years in the training center; A belt being brought down onto her bare wrists, hanging far above the ground by a cliff while trainers yelled at her to 'hold on' for an exercise, and even being electrocuted time and time again to become what they called 'tougher.'
She was never going to be taken advantage of again. This arena was hers, and she was never going to have to look back at her past, one way or another.
And then Silver's blonde hair was blowing in the wind as she emerged above. It was a square room, only grass, trees, and vines hanging upon the ghastly stone walls. Her head wipped around, taking in every nuance of the arena in the small bit of time she was given. It seemed that Ian was across on the other side of tributes, with Tara a few to her left and Isadora directky to her right. But first thing was first: She had to get to the supplies.
As the gong rang, Silver sprang off her platform and tore her way arcoss the ground to the cornucopia. Her feet flew, adrenaline spiking in her veins and giving her speed she didn't know she had. Her hands landed on the supplies at the same moment as Ian, taking two guns and a backpackin less then a few seconds. "Ian!" She called out to him, getting his attention before he took off. She was just about to move to his side when a certain little b*tch named Delilah approached, snached her items, and took off away from the tributes.
Silver was ready to pounce and take out her father's killed when she was shoved to the side by a boy tribute who had been coming in too fast. She rolled, popped back up and pulled out her two guns, taking aim and shooting at the boy who had shoved her. He howled and began to run off, seeming to not have been hit in the right place. She followed in quick persuit, moving past tributes with her sole focus on this boy who was going to pay for what he had done. And then her vision flicked to a small girl on the ground, the person that would soon be in the wounded boys way. She held up the guns, a straight and true shot firing right into the tributes back, then eatched as he face-planted dead as a log to the ground next to the girl. Silver took another step forward, head cocking at the sight of Isa. Her gun then aimed without hesitation, one eye closing as she lined up the easiest shot she would ever take. "I'm sorry about this." Silver murmered, hoping it wouldn't be as hard to pull the trigger because her heart was telling her not to.
aliya ;; ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ sᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ♥ wrote: "Flowers- what would Delilah and Silver's relationship be now? Like what would Silver think of her?"Soo, I'm thinking that if Silver sees Delilah she will try to kill her, but if somehow she is bribed, then she wont!! I can't see her being buddy-buddy with her, unless you really want them to!!:)
(view spoiler)
@Diana: Ohhhh, I love that:) And maybe at some point in the downtime, Silver tells them about her kidnapping and stuff, and Isa really helps to comfort her, and Silver finally breaks down and accepts her and they become a really tightly knit group of three!!(view spoiler)
Haha, well, maybe @Diana We could have Ian grab Isadora from the start and basically force Silver to Agree to be okay with their alliance, even though Silver doesn't like it!!:) (view spoiler)
@Aliya: Is Delilah going to be in alliance with Tara, or are they not on good terms??:) (view spoiler)
((Can we just start the arena here already??:) ))
Siver remained still and silent as Terra and Ian bickered, content with being distant and antisocial even in the presence of two potential allies. Cocking her head to the side every once in a while to show she was still present, she used a paint brush to mix mud and green paste together. Dooding on her hand, she glanced up at Terra as she commented on letting them watch her skills first. A snort emmitted from her nose, the only recognition that she gave to the girl the entire time she was present. But as the girl turned to go and spat the last comment about 'Ian and his girlfriend,' Silver calmly set down her brush, lifting her eyes to Ian's level. After a moment of silence, she addressed the question. "Ian... What was that about?" Her muddy fingers drummed on the table, waiting for a response and reading the expression on his eyes.
Silver had plucked a paint brush out of a pot, unsure of what the next thing to say or do was. She was not a social person, so why was she talking to so many people? Even the idea of having to start a conversation made her uncomfortable and distant. But thankfully, another tribute had joined the party. Raising her chin just enough to get a good look at Terra's full form, she listened intently at the words that come spilling out of her mouth. District 5... Usually not the type to hang around careers. Just hearing the district made her automatically turn her chin up and look back at her work. And then came the comment once again about the psychotic Tara and her father. She was never going to be able to get away from that, was she? "Yeah, a very short leash. And then shot like a dog when it becomes useless." She responded to Ian's comment, no amusement in her tone. It wasn't like she was a sarcastic or humerous girl though, so it wasn't surprising that she was clearly serious. Using her brush to create a small design in the mud and clay, Silver asked a question to fill the dead air. "What do you want, Five? Besides to congratulate me on my father's death." Her eyes mever lifted from the utensils, feeling the tension rising in the space between them. And Silver loved tension; It brought a comforting shiver to her spine that couldn't be explained unless you felt it for yourself.
((Mkay, send her over:) ))
((Lets have someone run into them:) Anyone want to run into them?? Lets just have them plan something until someone else wants to rp with us;) ))
Silver was itching to do something to let out the last bit of built up anger; Throwing knives, slashing some swords, even shooting a bow with Isa would satisfy her need. But good old Ian wanted to take things easy for a while, so she continued along after a silent nod, walking quietly by his side. Why camouflage of all stations? They were careers: Hunters, not hiders. Her abusive trainers had hardly given them any camo training, because according to them, "blending in with you surroundings is as useless as a a 12 year old from an outlying district." But alas, she sat down at the station, waiting for Ian to begin his work so she could follow along. Her eyes continuously kept flicking back to Delilah and Isa, little bursts of anger bursting inside her like balloons popping with every glance. ((Sorry, I'm not sure what else they should do at this point:P ))
As Silver stepped inside she was hit by a burst of air, refreshing her senses and opening her eyes. She had slipped into a dark hole ever sice Tara revealed the excruciating details of her fathers death. With Ian's help, she had been hauled out of that pit and back into the light of day. Not to say that the demons didn't still lurk in her mind, but a bit more goodness had been so kindly introduced into her life. And she wouldn't be quick to forget his help. Moving into the center, she let her eyes dance between each group of tributes. It was most interesting to see Isadora and Delilah talking at the Archery station, both of them throwing glances back at Ian and herself. There was a sharp twang of pity that Silver felt for Isa, knowing how easily Delilah would corrupt her mind. But Isa was none of her concern, nor was she Ian's either. She shot Ian a glance, hoping that he wasn't lingering in Isa's direction. "Well, what station now?" Silver said with a heavy sigh, her emotions starting to settle in after finishing the rollercoaster she was just on.
