Another Year Begins || open
Jun 14, 2013 16:33:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 16:33:06 GMT -5
Jonah Vinez
As Jonah stepped into the all-too-familiar mentor room he gave a little gasp. He hated it here. It was watching one person die right after another. It wasn't fair, especially after last year when they let two victors be crowned. He hadn't agreed with that at all, because if he had known he might have tried harder to help them. As it was he could barely remember his name most of the time, let alone how he won those games all those years ago. It was honestly a mystery to him as to how he won. There wasn't much of the games he remembered. Just that look his District partner gave him just before the knife slipped from his hands and into her heart. It gave him nightmares; and as he stood there in memory of the last games he remembered her face. Jonah shivered slightly and turned to face the door to see who would come in next.
Everyone else was outside with their children, trying to give them a few tips for training. His tips for surviving were to learn everything medical they could and a weapon of choice. Sometimes people couldn't fight like he could.
He still kept in shape, only not as if he was going into the games. He made sure his son kept in shape too, just incase he was called into the games just like Jonah and his brother were. That was where his son's namesake came from: his dead brother. That was one of the hardest games he had watched. He had tried so hard to help his brother, so hard just to keep him alive. He used up a lot of his winnings to send his brother stuff. But in the very end, it hadn't been enough and that when he slipped off the edge of sanity.
The rest of his life continued to blur by, just like these games continued to do. It was just another year of people fighting for no reason other than to entertain the capitol. It was just so annoying that he had to try and help these children through it all, and then when he got back to the District and he was yelled at by the families. "You could have done more!" or "Why didn't you save my baby?" And after that came the on rush of tears from their eyes. Jonah wouldn't even bat a lash anymore. He was so used to it, being the blame for their dead children. But it wasn't his fault. Maybe if they had trained in something else, or if they had done something different. Who knew?
As he sat in the big chair in the mentor room, with all the lights off so he was hidden from everyone else, he continued to think about his life. There really was a lot missing. He didn't know his age anymore, he thought he was like thirty something, but who knew for sure? Then there was also the fact that his son was at risk all these years. He still had quite a few more entries to go too. Honestly, he didn't think he could go through with all of that. He couldn't deal with the fact that his son would be put through that.
The chair swiveled around and he stared at the glowing door. Shadows passed as people walked to their rooms. He could hear the faint sound of someone crying in the distance. The person had better pull themselves together if they wanted to survive in this game. It wasn't all fun for them, but the Capitol loved it.
Jonah went to turn around back to the various, blank and dark, screens behind him. But the door opened, which kind of surprised him seeing as he was one of the only people to start in the mentor room rather than the showers.
"Well, hello there," he said to the figure in the door, unsure of who was actually standing there.
Everyone else was outside with their children, trying to give them a few tips for training. His tips for surviving were to learn everything medical they could and a weapon of choice. Sometimes people couldn't fight like he could.
He still kept in shape, only not as if he was going into the games. He made sure his son kept in shape too, just incase he was called into the games just like Jonah and his brother were. That was where his son's namesake came from: his dead brother. That was one of the hardest games he had watched. He had tried so hard to help his brother, so hard just to keep him alive. He used up a lot of his winnings to send his brother stuff. But in the very end, it hadn't been enough and that when he slipped off the edge of sanity.
The rest of his life continued to blur by, just like these games continued to do. It was just another year of people fighting for no reason other than to entertain the capitol. It was just so annoying that he had to try and help these children through it all, and then when he got back to the District and he was yelled at by the families. "You could have done more!" or "Why didn't you save my baby?" And after that came the on rush of tears from their eyes. Jonah wouldn't even bat a lash anymore. He was so used to it, being the blame for their dead children. But it wasn't his fault. Maybe if they had trained in something else, or if they had done something different. Who knew?
As he sat in the big chair in the mentor room, with all the lights off so he was hidden from everyone else, he continued to think about his life. There really was a lot missing. He didn't know his age anymore, he thought he was like thirty something, but who knew for sure? Then there was also the fact that his son was at risk all these years. He still had quite a few more entries to go too. Honestly, he didn't think he could go through with all of that. He couldn't deal with the fact that his son would be put through that.
The chair swiveled around and he stared at the glowing door. Shadows passed as people walked to their rooms. He could hear the faint sound of someone crying in the distance. The person had better pull themselves together if they wanted to survive in this game. It wasn't all fun for them, but the Capitol loved it.
Jonah went to turn around back to the various, blank and dark, screens behind him. But the door opened, which kind of surprised him seeing as he was one of the only people to start in the mentor room rather than the showers.
"Well, hello there," he said to the figure in the door, unsure of who was actually standing there.
