Post by William Scratch on Sept 12, 2010 17:34:09 GMT -5
It was nearing evening now and the sun was just starting to dip behind the hills. William could already smell the meal being prepared for the tributes. While the bedrooms were strictly watched it seemed that the game-makers wanted to encourage interaction between tributes no doubt for the home auidence. Reality TV at it's finest, giving the world little slices of interaction so they could decide who they did and didn't like.
His bedroom was terribly cube-like. Strict and almost military. Everything was regulation, plain and characterless. He imagined being on Death Row would come with similer accomidation. Nowhere to hide anything, nowhere to be out of sight. Even the shower lacked a curtian, the only protection steamed up pane glass. William lifted his head towards the faucet, enjoying the warm water on his face like it was his last moments. He had always liked to think he lived life to it's fullest but ever sinceb eing picked for the games he had felt a fullness of life like never before! Food was more delicious, air tasted better, water quenced his thrist like never before. The comfort of the bed seemed to instantly relax him and always he awoke in a good mood. Strange that for a man to enjoy life as he should he had to be staring death in the face.
Switching off the water William stepped out and lifted the towel, running it through his hair. The camera that swivelled to follow his movements didn't particuarly bother him. Frankly he had more things to worry about and too much to enjoy to bother himself with worrying. Flicking the smaller towel aside he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His features were aquline, the eyes deep, burning with whatever thoughts rolled around in Williams mind. His body was lean and well developed, particuarly muscular about the stomach, shoulders and chest. The trophies of his life laid bare before the glass. A scar running over his abs, a token of a brawl in what seemedl ike a different lifetime. Claw marks from hunting the larger, more dangerous game. He ran his fingers along them, feeling the leathery skin and how it seemed stiff and rigid compared to the supple skin surronding it.
The light above his dorm door switched on, bathing the doorway in green to indicate the door was now unlocked. With a soft sigh William dabbed himself dry and shaved with the straight razor provided for him before getting dressed. Nothing fancy, just a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, his old boots and that dark brown leather jacket he was so very fond of. Into the pocket he stashed the straight razor and took a stroll into the hallway.
While violence of any kind was strictly forbidden William felt uneasy. Sooner or later he'd have to kill everyone in the building or die trying. Boys and girls he didn't know, nor had anything against would all be butchered like lambs in the sake of survival. His heart almost felt heavy with regret for a man should at least get to know someone before killing them. To kill without knowing the name of those you killed was to be an ignorant butcher, not a predator.
William strolled to the common room. A fairly large room containing several couches and arm chairs, as well as a large round dinner table set for the tributes. The meal hadn't quite been served yet so William took a few moments to get used to his surrondings. The pair of peace-keepers at the door had been chatting but now that they weren't alone they stood perfectly still, silent as stone statues. A small pool table sat to one end whil e at the other a battered old piano sat gathering dust. This brought a smile to Williams lips. Wandering over the young man sat down on the bench and lifted the lid, stroking the ivory key's. He found it strange that such a thing of beauty could be left, abused and neglected in favor of watching young men and women, practically children butcher one and other. " What wretched beasts we men are." He murmered to himself as his fingers began to glide across the key's. The notes to Moonlight Sonata lifting into the air with each stroke of a key.
His bedroom was terribly cube-like. Strict and almost military. Everything was regulation, plain and characterless. He imagined being on Death Row would come with similer accomidation. Nowhere to hide anything, nowhere to be out of sight. Even the shower lacked a curtian, the only protection steamed up pane glass. William lifted his head towards the faucet, enjoying the warm water on his face like it was his last moments. He had always liked to think he lived life to it's fullest but ever sinceb eing picked for the games he had felt a fullness of life like never before! Food was more delicious, air tasted better, water quenced his thrist like never before. The comfort of the bed seemed to instantly relax him and always he awoke in a good mood. Strange that for a man to enjoy life as he should he had to be staring death in the face.
Switching off the water William stepped out and lifted the towel, running it through his hair. The camera that swivelled to follow his movements didn't particuarly bother him. Frankly he had more things to worry about and too much to enjoy to bother himself with worrying. Flicking the smaller towel aside he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His features were aquline, the eyes deep, burning with whatever thoughts rolled around in Williams mind. His body was lean and well developed, particuarly muscular about the stomach, shoulders and chest. The trophies of his life laid bare before the glass. A scar running over his abs, a token of a brawl in what seemedl ike a different lifetime. Claw marks from hunting the larger, more dangerous game. He ran his fingers along them, feeling the leathery skin and how it seemed stiff and rigid compared to the supple skin surronding it.
The light above his dorm door switched on, bathing the doorway in green to indicate the door was now unlocked. With a soft sigh William dabbed himself dry and shaved with the straight razor provided for him before getting dressed. Nothing fancy, just a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, his old boots and that dark brown leather jacket he was so very fond of. Into the pocket he stashed the straight razor and took a stroll into the hallway.
While violence of any kind was strictly forbidden William felt uneasy. Sooner or later he'd have to kill everyone in the building or die trying. Boys and girls he didn't know, nor had anything against would all be butchered like lambs in the sake of survival. His heart almost felt heavy with regret for a man should at least get to know someone before killing them. To kill without knowing the name of those you killed was to be an ignorant butcher, not a predator.
William strolled to the common room. A fairly large room containing several couches and arm chairs, as well as a large round dinner table set for the tributes. The meal hadn't quite been served yet so William took a few moments to get used to his surrondings. The pair of peace-keepers at the door had been chatting but now that they weren't alone they stood perfectly still, silent as stone statues. A small pool table sat to one end whil e at the other a battered old piano sat gathering dust. This brought a smile to Williams lips. Wandering over the young man sat down on the bench and lifted the lid, stroking the ivory key's. He found it strange that such a thing of beauty could be left, abused and neglected in favor of watching young men and women, practically children butcher one and other. " What wretched beasts we men are." He murmered to himself as his fingers began to glide across the key's. The notes to Moonlight Sonata lifting into the air with each stroke of a key.