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ya_assemble2015-06-13 09:41 pm
acroodawakening) wrote in ya_assemble2015-06-13 09:41 pm
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Light at the end of the tunnel [closed]
The worst part of having your memories consistently messed with was that anytime there was any sort of inconsistency, you knew that someone was trying to hurt you or make you miserable, trying to knock the ground right out from under your feet.
Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.
Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -
The confusion had layers.
And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -
He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.
"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."
He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.
He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."
His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.
Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.
His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.
The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)
Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.
Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -
The confusion had layers.
And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -
He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.
"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."
He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.
He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."
His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.
Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.
His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.
The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)
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"Please calm down, this is all just a misunderstanding." She tried again holding her hands up as if to show she didn't have any weapons. In reality however she was testing the wind with her roots. If it was blowing in Guy's direction there might just be a peaceful...if not slightly sneaky way she could end this.
It was not however in Palmon's nature to be particularly sneaky either so this could still be a huge mistake and someone might end up getting stabbed.
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"All I think you are is someone that's probably very worried about themselves. And with good reason, showing up in a strange place out of nowhere, kinda ruffles one's feathers to say the least." As he says this, he takes a few steps forward, very slowly, testing to see what kind of reaction Guy will have.
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"Ooooh don't even pretend I'm somewhere else! I know what's going on. You're just trying to trick me, make me think I'm not in the arena anymore."
Then they'd attack him the moment his guard was down.
"Never mind that you were armed -" he gestured to Simon with his knife "- and you, you're - you're some kind of muttation or something. Or another weird, non-human Tribute."
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"I'm not a Mutt-a-whatever...and I'm not weird. I'm a Digimon and my name is Palmon."
And while she was normally the kind to let something roll off her back like that, it was so cold out here and this guy was trouble.
Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly and a pink dust was caught on the wind blowing towards Guy swiftly. Sleep Pollen.
"I'm sorry you're so confused, but we're really not here to hurt you." Maybe if they kept talking he might not notice the dust right away?