User blog:Mistfire333/Life in 7 (Mist Scorchil POV blog)

Lemme Explain This Thing
Very well, you are all most likely wondering what this is after reading the title. This is like a daily blog for Mist Scorchil, my "head tribute" and it will be a PoV ranging from a simple day in his life as he interacts with the other tributes up to maybe the reapings and him watching the games. All the other tributes will exist in this story, so even tributes like Travis, who is from a career district, will all live in District 7 to serve as character in this story/blog. Anyway, I hope this could be something to look forward to on the website and well.. Lets start!

August 24, 2113
Well, today was my birthday. Just another birthday which also means another name in the jar, which I feel is a SERIOUS dick move. I mean, based off what my granfather told me birthdays were looked forward to before the games. You would have a big party and everyone would at least ACT nice to you that day. But now, its just a cake with a theme and a few candles. They see a growing boy, I see the Capitol laughing at me as they put a note under my name: Add another name into the jar.

After we had cake, I put on my coat over the purple t-shirt I cherish so much. I sigh a bit as I walk out the door and I breathe in the sweet smell of trees. I love my district. I live in the part that was once known as "Oregon" and "Washington". Yeah, we're poor but I feel like we're the classier and artistic kind of poor. I start walking down the block, looking up at the trees. I imagine being an assassin, a member of the brotherhood. Climbing up trees and killing templars and anyone who dares bend the flow of right and wrong. Running across rooftops and being a hero in the eyes of many. But I shouldn't dream too much, the reapings are the only thing standing between me and my dream.

I eventually find myself at Shade's house. Of course, there is blood at his brother Frade's window. Frade and I know each other well actually. We grew up together, but that only served to prove that Frade is a menace to my beliefs. He's satanic, and he is always drawing.. THINGS. Now, I'm not very religious but when it comes to Frade, I know that God's gonna turn his ass into grass. Shade however, he took me under his wing after I got reaped. Someone volunteered for me that time, but he never came back. I realized that if he died, it could have been me instead, but Shade started training me after the games to ensure that if that day came I would make it out or stand a chance.

I knock on his door and the door creaks open. I know the routine.

I stand back a few inches before Frade kicks the door open and he says the well-known quote; "Yo Shade, it's the lucky fucking lady!". I wish he would get reaped and die a horrible death.

I then see Shade put Frade in a headlock and run over to the corner where he tosses him into the wall. He walks out and closes the door, and I'm still able to hear Frade laugh like he hit his funnybone. I see Shade, his long black hair with red outlines waving as he turns back around. The green and purple heterochromia never get old as they glow in the darkness of his apartment complex's hallway. "Happy Birthday Mist, how is another name in the jar going for you?". I gently punch his arm, "Shut up, smartass" I say as I laugh.

We head over to the plaza in our district. There we just sit near the fountain and talk a bit more about the games and about our families. We then reach the oh so common topic: The sinning lolita, Duskus Sinrood. "Mist, what do you think happened with nature to all of a sudden do something like that to her?" Shade asked, looking off into the distance with a slightly puzzled look. I stay silent, thinking to myself before I reply:

''He's right... Duskus is the only living thing that I know who went through that. If her sins caused that, how come the capitol hasn't experienced the same? One can only wonder...''

"Shade, that's the reason why I slightly believe in god. If nature can't explain it, something else has to. How else do you think this shit happens. How else do you think that a weakling wins the games against monsters standing right in front of them?". Shade is still looking off in the distance and sighs a bit as he shrugs, then shakes his head a bit. "All I know is that its just her eyes, besides that she's the same."

Character Story: Duskus Sinrood
If you're wondering, Duskus is a girl a year younger than me. She looks like a 9-year old despite being 13 but besides that she's damn cute. However, the only thing that holds anyone back is her eyes. It happened around the time she was 10. She normally hung out around us at the plaza every day, but one day she didn't show up. Worried, I went to her house and knocked on the door, only to have her mother open the door and say some rather vulgar and hilarious things as she told me to leave. Me being a curious little bastard back then, I climbed up the trees around her cabin and looked in her window. She was just sitting there, looking in the mirror. Hell, I didn't know what was going on so I knocked on the window, which she jumped and looked at in a split second.

Her eyes were pure black. Except the pupils, they were white. She looked like a demon waiting to happen to be VERY honest. She just ran up with frustrated tears in her eyes and shut the blinds. I was shocked at what I saw, and I climbed back down with the same look on my face. I stayed quiet about it but everyone found out the day school started back up. She was bent on wearing sunglasses every day until a dick named Travis stole them for himself due to his obsession with sunglasses. Her eyes were revealed and everyone saw it. Some laughed, some teased, some were afraid and my little posse was shocked. Eventually, Gamzee went up to her and took her to the lacrosse field where he comforted her.

The next day, Duskus came back, with pride but shy at the same time. How can you be proud and shy at the same time? Ask her.

Later that day...
Shade and I finished talking a bit more about Duskus and went on our way. As I walked past the shops in the style of a medieval castle's streets, the sunset began to glow red all over the ground. I put the cuffs of my jacket up and started walking. After a few blocks, I noticed a figure following me. It was odd, mainly because I couldn't imagine who would want to follow me. I turned around completely but when I did, the figure ran into an alleyway. Or should I say... floated?! Ugh, I know I ate something bad when I see shit like this.

I keep walking and approach the neighborhood where I live, when suddenly someone tackles me. I wrestle this person off my back and flip around to confront this bastard, my fist clenched and ready to strike when suddenly I hear the familiar voice: "Aw come ON Miiiist. You should get used to this!". She's right, I do have to get used to this crap. Speak of the devil, it was Duskus, and as I stood up she held onto me like a little sister asking for a toy.

I sigh a bit as she trails behind me, her white scarf waving behind her. She loves dressing like a hipster, which is fitting for a place like the Ex-Oregon, or as I call it "Exregon" area. "So how was your day? You get any presents?". I sigh again, her innocence makes her a bit dull sometimes. "Yeah, against my will." I act like a gamemaker writing my name and putting it in a jar. "There we have Mist Scorchil in the jar yet again!" I mock as I hunch a bit in disappointment. I stop as soon as I notice Duskus stop, I turn around and see her looking up at the moon with a smile. It reflects in her eyes like a second pupil.

"Mist, I've been wanting to ask you. If I were to be reaped one day... would you volunteer to come with me?", She looks at me with a melancholy look on her face. This question stumped me, I always have an answer but... this is too close to home. I escaped death after someone volunteered for me, and now Duskus is asking me if I would do the same to join her in our potential deaths...

"I... I don't... It depends..." I reply, stepping a bit closer to her. She turns the melancholy smile into a gentle frown as she looks down at the ground. "Oh.." she replies. Thats all she says and we just stand there for a while, me feeling awkward and Duskus feeling.. well, sad. I feel like shit, I want to be a hero to everyone but when I try to be honest it does the opposite. I just walk over and hug her. This is how I end my day, but as I let go and say our goodbyes I notice the figure from before looming over near the abandoned part of town, a second one standing next to it with something dripping off of it. Like.. its in its own gravitational pull.

What I hate is that for a birthday, weird crap like this is normal.