ripping out side stitches by ibArche for WreakingHavok, Spaghettoi, Rose On-The-Discord-Server-You-Know-Who-You-Are
22 Jul 2020
Travis knows better.
And he knows they’re still watching.
He laughs, and it’s more air than anything, but he laughs. It’s a response.
He knows things could be so much worse. Things could stay stagnant, in a world that moved too fast and too rapidly. He knows things could be so much better, though. He knows hope is a power not many have. He knows determination is a power not many can keep.
He knows that they understand.
I.B.’s been running for a while.
Born in dust-filled, acrid, smoggy Cache, California, it’s all that they can do. They’ve been doomed and destined to run since the beginning, really. They just didn’t know it yet.
For as long as they’ve been alive, it’s been I.B., and I.B. alone.
17 May 2020
Technoblade is new to this uncertainty.
For the past 13 years, he’s been training, strategizing, and dreaming about the prestige that’ll come to his name when he would finally win the games.
Now that he has, there’s an overarching feeling of emptiness stuck in his gut.
23 Apr 2020
He couldn’t cry anymore. Crying was a sign of weakness. Weakness got you killed. So, he breathes hard and forces his sobs down.
On stage, a 16-year-old put on a flat expression that screamed of bitterness.
On stage, Cooper disappeared, and in his place, appeared a boy who felt vitriol, and vitriol alone.
On stage, he held his malevolent glare up. If they thought that Cooper Schulz was just going to lay down and die, they had another thing coming.
Congratulations to, ‘cscoop’, Victor of the 62nd Annual Hunger Games!
//Rewritten as of 05/01/20