Sorry (I'm not) [elodie, ivy, benat]
Mar 10, 2013 13:55:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2013 13:55:25 GMT -5
[/color] When the anthem sounded, he rushed from his spot to see Emerald’s face appear in the sky. One of the careers had fallen, leaving just eleven, including Benat, to remain. He had said little after their encounter with Cricket. That they’d been lucky enough to pluck from her grasp the weapons she needed was more luck than he thought he would ever have. His heart had pattered almost out of control seeing the girl face to face. Wasn’t she supposed to be death incarnate? [/color] His stomach had lurched seeing her take them to task, and then disappear into the night. They were sitting at death’s door in the pyramid.•••
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose (Fire away, fire away)
Ricochet, you take your aim (Fire away, fire away)
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
•••
There was little sleep to be had in the pyramid. Shadows had crept in and out of Benat’s dreams, all of them a blur of black and gray—nothing permanent, everything shifting. Just like his place in the arena.
With so few left—fewer by the day, though the blood had slowed to a trickle—he was filled with an anxiousness that crept into his bones and trembled underneath the skin. While the moon shone above, he spied out into the arena, wondering where the others were creeping. Benat reasoned there was hope for him yet. They were entering the fifth day; he should have some sense of accomplishment. And yet his stomach still tied itself into knots at the sight of a sleeping Elodie and Ivy. His only luck had been with the creations of the capitol. Every instance of an actual tribute had been met with disaster. Maybe the rest of them were guarded by a secret—maybe they wanted, in truth, to go home more than he did. While he dreamt of his brothers at home, and his mother’s fresh apple pie, there were others able to cut through the lazy dreams and draw blood.
He didn’t leave them so much for abandonment—not out of malicious intent, with the desire to see them dead. No, rather, he began his descent down the stairs of the pyramid while the stars still shown above. Because he couldn’t be free with them; he was still trapped in the cords of his own making. Like the puppets that had filled his dreams since the start of the games, he had but one last cord to cut: his own. He pressed on, alone, out of a hope—out of a knowing—that the outcome was brought by his engineering, not the result of some loose, preordained fate. Not that he’d forgotten about the little trinket in his pocket. He still clutched the rabbit’s paw for luck, hoping that he would see yet another night of stars.
The water was cold when he’d gotten to the shore. Waves broke along the shore, and he stood, tucking his feet into the sand. Only a few days ago they’d watched Essence and William fall here. He let out a sigh, pondering, dreaming—hoping? He couldn’t be too sure what his mind was telling him anymore; he was out of jokes, and his skin still ached from where the leeches had sucked into his skin. He bent down to splash some of the water into his face, feeling hot in the hours of the rising sun. He stared at his reflection a moment. Bags were under his eyes, his face lined with the fuzziness of a beard. He blinked, watching as the water dripped down past his eyes and into the water.
Do you ever think,[/color] Benat could hear his brother Sampson saying, That the little fish just hide all the time, on account of not wanting to be eaten by the bigger fish?[/color] They were by the creek, none too far from the farm, watching for guppies. Benat leant over to pat his brother on the back. No use in hiding. They gonna get eaten one way or another.[/color] His brother made a face, and let out a sigh. But…[/color] Benat whispered quietly then, his hand still on Sampson’s shoulder. The little fish have to be their own—have to go out, otherwise they don’t get to live none. And why would they be here if that was the case?[/color]
He’d made his home along the beach—his knapsack down by the shore and open. He could’ve taken more care not to be seen, but then, that just wasn’t his way. He could see the edge of the coast when they came upon him—his heart dropping some at the sight of his
[Lights match, uses tar on dars, Blows blow dart at Elodie]
[dice=200+4000]
[miss, 0 damage]
[dice=50]
[extinguished, 0 damage]
[dice=200+4000]
[miss, 0 damage]
[dice=50]
[extinguished, 0 damage]
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