Between Rock and a Hard Place {Shrimp, Dee}

The two eventually made their way out of the bloodbath, her satchel hanging loosely in the air, swinging to and fro as they made their way across the arena. Arms hung limply at her sides, and her head was leaning on the boy's chest. Occasionally, one would hear Anastasia whimper softly, gazing at her foot, which still seemed to be too injured to let her walk much, let alone run or dance or even move in order to fight. In her opinion It really wasn't fair, how out of every tribute available, she was the one with the broken foot going out of the arena (then again, she was grateful not to be in the place of Enigma Lane or Azulon Cornoli, who had both died already).

She was a dancer, after all. Before the games, dancing and training had essentially been her entire life. If not reaped, she had hoped to be able to continue practicing, even though she knew that she'd probably be shipped off to the factories to work with rare gems of many different sorts, or possibly manufacturing toys for Capitolite children, something of that nature. But now, it was likely that she would never be able to dance again, even if she somehow made it out of the arena (which was not likely when one had a badly injured foot - cripples never tended to fare well in the Games, let alone win them).

Too bad for her; she could have gotten sponsors from simply dancing while fighting, or something ridiculous like that. In fact, if she had acted similar to how she had fought when with Maia Grayson, she probably would have been noticed for things other than having a broken foot. But alas, that didn't happen, so here she was with Storm Wie, running away from that group of three who had gotten really good shots on her. How the girl from District 4 managed to get such a deep gash on her back, she wouldn't know. Her shirt was badly ripped, blood dripping onto the terrain. Someone might follow us... She thought groggily, but was too weak to really voice her opinion.

It was much too hot as well, yet another source of her energy trickling away for her. Sure, the sweatshirt was still wrapped around her waist, but it was still ridiculously warm out. She hoped that Storm didn't mind her perspiration; the duo (trio if they found Heron) would be likely to be sweating all day and all night. Once again, Kaiser was right. Looking pretty in this arena would get you pretty far, since nobody liked looking at plain teenagers with bad acne. She would simply be a somewhat pretty teenager with bad acne. Not much of an advantage, but her genetics would hopefully be useful in the long run.

She noticed large boulders ahead, as well as smaller rock formations. They loomed ahead ominously, and if the girl had been of sound mind and body at the moment, she would have been suspicious of the rocks. Why were they there? Just for aesthetic purposes? At this moment, that was the conclusion that Ana had come up with, but if she had suffered from less blood loss, she would probably have looked around for any kind of muttations or events that might occur in this place. But nothing came to her mind right now, except for the fact that it was really hot and that she felt a searing pain in the back wound that Winona had given her.

She moaned, uttering a slight "damn". They would pay for that - both of them. However, she'd be sure to get the boy, Soren, first. The selfish side of her wished that he would have a bloody death, hopefully involving mutilated feet and whatnot, but even in her in her current state of being, she knew that it wasn't likely to happen. He would probably die of dehydration if anything - not many people were left at the Cornucopia, so that alliance of sorts would probably get the Wealth. Fine, we don't need that stinking bunch of trinkets anyways.

Gazing out into the distance, she saw a slight shadow. But... That must be something then... Or someone? Heron? "Storm..." She muttered, lifting her hand to point at the figure, letting the appendage flop down to its previous position. She felt bad for him - he had to carry her for a while, and although she was skinny, it was hard for one to carry people for quite a while, especially if they were almost as tall as you.

That was the last thought that she had before the pain kicked back in again. "Put me down please," she whispered, but really didn't have much time to determine whether that wish had been granted, for she closed her eyes and was out in an instant.