Something New [tori]

Clarisse had just witnessed yet another fight with Ocean. It was rather brutal. Having not actually run away after they fought, Clarisse was able to watch it all. She had spun around and hid in the the trees using it to her advantage that Ocean was deaf. She was killed only shortly after. It both cheered up Clarisse and upset her. She was glad she was dead, one less threat. But she was angry as well, that she was not the one to eliminate her as she so wanted to. She wanted to be the one to drive her falchion through Ocean.

After leaving the scene as not to be targeted by the alliance, she ran into the boy she fought with at the cornucopia. The one who severed the other boy's head. He obviously weilded some amount of power. He seemed to alone however. It was a bit disturbing. Was his alliance dead already as well? Or had they simply not made an appearance yet. After a moment of considering what to do, she stepped into view.

"Hey, you." She called out hestitantly. "What happened to your alliance?" No doubt he remembered her. They had had a small fight during the bloodbath. Clarisse raised her falchion higher as if to intimidate him if he chose to approach her. Maybe this would be a stupid decision on her part, but they might be able to use each other's help in the upcoming games.

The boy spun around and the look on his face meant perfect recognition of who she was. He knew her. His first reaction was to grab his broad sword. Only Clarisse's words slowed him down. Judging from his look, they took him by suprise, he definitely was not expecting that.

He answered her cautiously. Dead. All of them. Looks like her assumtions were right. They were both without the partners that every tribute so desperately needed to survive. He seemed to almost threatened her, but drifted off. That statement was easy to finish, however. It was a thought that probably passed through every tributes mind. The worry of betrayal.

Clarisse let this run through her mind. He was just as likely to betray her as she was him. They needed each other now though. The male tribute stated the obvious. That they needed each other, She wasn't going to deny that. She clothes were ripped and still a bit bloody. She didn't have that much supplies to live off of. No food. Her kill count was zero, and she had no current alliance. Clarisse needed a safe haven. Someone to watch her back while she took the time to fix herself up, and he looked like he needed the same.

He keeps talking but his words let her see deeper into his personality. The boy doesn't seem like one to betray allies. He speaks of fight for his dead allies, claiming that they are in another place. Clarisse pretends to agree to this, only to gain his acceptance. She didn't believe in fighting for them in the games. They were already gone, why risk her life for their case. Just like she wouldn't risk her life for Rocko, or Jango, or Trevor, or Veronica. She wan't even going to do it for Serenity.

A small memory that had no doubt been trying to break through since she entered the games, finally erupted. Rocko's games. He had been allianced with a girl for district 10. Rocko didn't fight for Clarisse.. He fought for that girl. Rocko was going to keep her alive and she had known it. But the girl had died in vain, and Rocko's fighting had been for nothing. He'd never returned to Veronica. Never returned to Clarisse.

Her breathing had quickened and she became angry at the memory of watching that on television. The cameras had caught the image of Rocko and the girl becoming closer and had only switched scenes right before it looked like something intimate had happened. Right before Clarisse's heart shattered. That bitch.

The boy continued talking. He offered teaming up. "Can I trust you?" Clarisse brought her falchion down. "Don't answer that." She stabbed Occisor into the ground threw down her bag. Ignoring her instincts and letting her guard down, she resumed talking. "Alright, let's sort out supplies."

She opened her bag. And pulled out some of her supplies. The pliers, 2 empty water jugs, 1 full water jug, and her pair of running sneakers. "I don't have any food. I filled up this jug with water from the creek, but I don't want to risk drinking it." For a moment she looked the boy up and down again. "You might want to clean up. You should probably do that now. We can dress your wounds if I can find something to do that with."