over the tracks [barfs d2]
Jun 24, 2015 12:43:16 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Jun 24, 2015 12:43:16 GMT -5
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krigel
The rain seems to have slowed, but it doesn't change a thing about his apparently perpetual state of drenched. Pushing wet hair out of his eyes, Nat glances over his shoulder at Circe and Gunner, who are somehow still entangled in each other. Even in motion... Nat would consider it a skill if they weren't so disturbingly singular, as though they were both halves of a whole - or something like that.
"You guys okay?" he says, and he can't help the way his eyes skitter away from them, like just by looking he's intruding on something so incredibly personal.
Nat huffs a breath, and straightens his shoulders, forcing himself to look straight at them. Honestly, I should be used to this. Even in the faux-safety of his own home, Leon had a tendency to exist in this little bubble of his and Finnegan Hood's making, what with the way they seem so wrapped up in each other all the time. Really, Krigel.
But berating himself does little good; somehow, with the eyes of the Capitol probably fixed on their every little movement, whatever screwed-up relationship Circe and Gunner share seems to be even more personal, even more private following the loss of Elya, and the trials they'd just survived. It's just different. Like watching them was made even more wrong because of how little privacy anyone in the Games has. Like he should be giving them some semblance of such.
It's probably just me, though.
He kind of really misses Orion in this moment. At least with the older male around, even with his penchant for silence, there's someone else for Nat to communicate with while the others... did whatever it is they do.
(He still cringes when he thinks about the night prior.)
"Where are you?" he mutters, peering into the distance.
The train shoots by in a cacophony of shrill and blazing metal, startling Nat into stumbling backwards to the floor. His feet seem to have led them back to the edge of the... area, section, whatever it's called, and the yawning chasm beneath their feet is total darkness. Orion...
He can't be dead. No, it's not a possibility, not at all; Orion has to live, Orion can't leave them without saying goodbye - at least let him say goodbye!
If he could've seen in the sky, made certain of his life... Nat stares into the abyss, lost for all the words he could have shared.
Don't be dead, Hammerfell, or you'll have hell to pay.
He'd better not be dead.
Head in the game. A voice that sounds very much like Arbor Halt stirs Nat out of his thoughts. Yeah, yeah. What was it Circe said they needed? Water, Orion and food. Unless she thinks we can have rain water, the first two are out... for now. Orion had better show up soon. Food... Gunner, if he remembers correctly, had collected the carcass of that toothy thing from the fight earlier. Nat is no expert at hunting, but the meat definitely looked like it was edible. Unlike the thing that was trying to eat Circe.
They need fire.
And for fire...
Nat looks around for who remains of their alliance.
"I guess we need to... um. Do something. Supplies." The words leave his lips more vague than he'd have liked, and Nat shakes his head clear to stare up at Circe and Gunner. Hm. From his spot on the floor, the fluttering of Circe's net catches his eye, looking very much like something they could use in the near future.
Actually... Nat peers up at the turbine, brows furrowed in thought. The base was all metal, but surely they could find some use for that. Can't they?
"Think we can do something with that?" he calls over to the girls, pointing up at the turbine.
krigel
nat
district four male
The rain seems to have slowed, but it doesn't change a thing about his apparently perpetual state of drenched. Pushing wet hair out of his eyes, Nat glances over his shoulder at Circe and Gunner, who are somehow still entangled in each other. Even in motion... Nat would consider it a skill if they weren't so disturbingly singular, as though they were both halves of a whole - or something like that.
"You guys okay?" he says, and he can't help the way his eyes skitter away from them, like just by looking he's intruding on something so incredibly personal.
Nat huffs a breath, and straightens his shoulders, forcing himself to look straight at them. Honestly, I should be used to this. Even in the faux-safety of his own home, Leon had a tendency to exist in this little bubble of his and Finnegan Hood's making, what with the way they seem so wrapped up in each other all the time. Really, Krigel.
But berating himself does little good; somehow, with the eyes of the Capitol probably fixed on their every little movement, whatever screwed-up relationship Circe and Gunner share seems to be even more personal, even more private following the loss of Elya, and the trials they'd just survived. It's just different. Like watching them was made even more wrong because of how little privacy anyone in the Games has. Like he should be giving them some semblance of such.
It's probably just me, though.
He kind of really misses Orion in this moment. At least with the older male around, even with his penchant for silence, there's someone else for Nat to communicate with while the others... did whatever it is they do.
(He still cringes when he thinks about the night prior.)
"Where are you?" he mutters, peering into the distance.
The train shoots by in a cacophony of shrill and blazing metal, startling Nat into stumbling backwards to the floor. His feet seem to have led them back to the edge of the... area, section, whatever it's called, and the yawning chasm beneath their feet is total darkness. Orion...
He can't be dead. No, it's not a possibility, not at all; Orion has to live, Orion can't leave them without saying goodbye - at least let him say goodbye!
If he could've seen in the sky, made certain of his life... Nat stares into the abyss, lost for all the words he could have shared.
Don't be dead, Hammerfell, or you'll have hell to pay.
He'd better not be dead.
Head in the game. A voice that sounds very much like Arbor Halt stirs Nat out of his thoughts. Yeah, yeah. What was it Circe said they needed? Water, Orion and food. Unless she thinks we can have rain water, the first two are out... for now. Orion had better show up soon. Food... Gunner, if he remembers correctly, had collected the carcass of that toothy thing from the fight earlier. Nat is no expert at hunting, but the meat definitely looked like it was edible. Unlike the thing that was trying to eat Circe.
They need fire.
And for fire...
Nat looks around for who remains of their alliance.
"I guess we need to... um. Do something. Supplies." The words leave his lips more vague than he'd have liked, and Nat shakes his head clear to stare up at Circe and Gunner. Hm. From his spot on the floor, the fluttering of Circe's net catches his eye, looking very much like something they could use in the near future.
Actually... Nat peers up at the turbine, brows furrowed in thought. The base was all metal, but surely they could find some use for that. Can't they?
"Think we can do something with that?" he calls over to the girls, pointing up at the turbine.
Nat Krigel uses his crossbow to shoot cat-catching net free
Nat Krigel uses rope to try and pull down one turbine
Nat Krigel uses rope to try and pull down one turbine
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