Fashionable Backpacks {Runts}
Oct 17, 2015 1:02:17 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 17, 2015 1:02:17 GMT -5
Confusion and stupidity consumes me as I make a quick exit from the thirsty clenches of the Cornucopia. What the hell happened? One moment I was preparing for my Career start during the countdown; and the next a knife was carving into the back of my head to snap me back to reality, where hardly any Tributes remain at the bloody site. Bodies left without souls don’t even scatter the floor like an epidemic. It leaves me clueless to what I have missed, and why my brain had gone absent. All that I know, is I must escape.
‘I told you, I don’t want you to fight.’ Joy’s innocent voice rings through my head, providing an excuse I’d rather not hear. At this point, I’d prefer Lullaby’s lecture scolding me for blanking out. My fast pace slows to an abrupt halt. I refuse to be a coward, as Joy must desire. If our weak family didn’t crumble, I probably would be. But instead I was sent to a Foster home that trained powerful Careers. I can’t hide away weaponless and unprotected, I have to find my alliance.
After forcing myself to rekindle with my raised chin, I begin a slow approach back to the Cornucopia. Steps are taken with caution, while I also keep my ears alert for anything. Will Septys and the others care enough to risk remaining around here to reunite our group? Are they even together themselves? I can only hope as I venture further into potential danger.
There’s a dire urgency to call out for my team, but I know better then to perform such an idiotic move. The only option remaining is to retrace my path back to where I witnessed my friends last, during the countdown that abstracted my mind to another realm. That is, until a falling parachute requests for a moment of my time. Seriously? After all the impressive moves I’ve managed in the opening…
‘Good job in the bloodbath –KM’ written on a small slip of paper joins my savior to not dying from a head wound. Guessing Kirito arranged for this prior to the opening, or this is layered in sarcasm. Either way I take full advantage, and patch up the only gash I pertain. ‘Least I’m a little less defenseless without a bleeding head? Could always attack with this bloody needle. And with this I continue in my search.
A pile of items greets me at the edge of the Cornucopia, and my craving for survival necessities overshadows any primary goals I held before. I swing a backpack over my shoulder and begin stuffing anything of value into it. Of course it’s a pair of pants that quickly accompany my inventory first, along with two empty teakettles, and other sorts that may keep me alive while hardly protecting me. My eyes scan around for any incomers approaching my location, as I proceed in gathering my belongings. Would someone dare sneak upon a Career? Only another is destined to tell.
Noise startles me, and I position myself to attack immediately. Except that it’s breathtaking Septys carrying Taurus on his back that intrudes. “Fashionable bag, did the Capitol provide it?” I grin as my head gestures to Nine, whom must be badly injured. Unfortunately my assistance will have to wait for a better situation.
‘I told you, I don’t want you to fight.’ Joy’s innocent voice rings through my head, providing an excuse I’d rather not hear. At this point, I’d prefer Lullaby’s lecture scolding me for blanking out. My fast pace slows to an abrupt halt. I refuse to be a coward, as Joy must desire. If our weak family didn’t crumble, I probably would be. But instead I was sent to a Foster home that trained powerful Careers. I can’t hide away weaponless and unprotected, I have to find my alliance.
After forcing myself to rekindle with my raised chin, I begin a slow approach back to the Cornucopia. Steps are taken with caution, while I also keep my ears alert for anything. Will Septys and the others care enough to risk remaining around here to reunite our group? Are they even together themselves? I can only hope as I venture further into potential danger.
There’s a dire urgency to call out for my team, but I know better then to perform such an idiotic move. The only option remaining is to retrace my path back to where I witnessed my friends last, during the countdown that abstracted my mind to another realm. That is, until a falling parachute requests for a moment of my time. Seriously? After all the impressive moves I’ve managed in the opening…
‘Good job in the bloodbath –KM’ written on a small slip of paper joins my savior to not dying from a head wound. Guessing Kirito arranged for this prior to the opening, or this is layered in sarcasm. Either way I take full advantage, and patch up the only gash I pertain. ‘Least I’m a little less defenseless without a bleeding head? Could always attack with this bloody needle. And with this I continue in my search.
A pile of items greets me at the edge of the Cornucopia, and my craving for survival necessities overshadows any primary goals I held before. I swing a backpack over my shoulder and begin stuffing anything of value into it. Of course it’s a pair of pants that quickly accompany my inventory first, along with two empty teakettles, and other sorts that may keep me alive while hardly protecting me. My eyes scan around for any incomers approaching my location, as I proceed in gathering my belongings. Would someone dare sneak upon a Career? Only another is destined to tell.
Noise startles me, and I position myself to attack immediately. Except that it’s breathtaking Septys carrying Taurus on his back that intrudes. “Fashionable bag, did the Capitol provide it?” I grin as my head gestures to Nine, whom must be badly injured. Unfortunately my assistance will have to wait for a better situation.
{Receives Medkit}
{Uses Needle & Thread for -3}
{Picks up Backpack}
{Picks up Pants}
{Picks up Flashlight}
{Picks up 2 Empty Teakettles}
{Picks up 3 matches}
{Picks up Cooking pot}
