[.}just.another.day{.][SE members][Day 2]

Shanks had woken up to the sound of screams. And the deplorable sight of thousands of blood caked arms falling around him. He shifted around inside his tent and held the trident close. He had found it at the BloodBath and immediately snatched it before it was taken away from him. They had outlasted all the other tributes, as they had been the last people standing before everyone else fled the Cornucopia...and before the whole entire island sank. They had made it out just in time. It was a good thing Ara pointed out the raft, or else they would’ve most likely had to swim in the open water, with all the items weighing them down and having the insecurity of having faced whatever the hell was down in the water.

At night, he looked up and watched the Anthem, nibbling on his finger. The first face to pop up in the sky dreaded him and he felt his heart sink. Alba. At this very moment, all the other tributes must’ve been wondering who had killed her. Who had been the one to murder her. He knew the answer. As did the 4 other people sitting next to him at the time. As did the Capitol. And as did the whole land of Panem. Next face: Estrella Angelo. Jango’s counterpart. At the moment, two people in the alliance had lost their fellow District partners. Hilderic’s face flashed by next. Shanks had recalled the moment in the training station. The time where he had sneaked the offer of an alliance through the back of a mere ‘KICK ME’ sign. That was when he had gotten Argent in on the deal was well. But now, the plan would never come into place. Hilderic was gone and he’d have to make do with Argent. Having 5 other allies would’ve been nice, but it appeared he was doing just fine by the looks it. And then Papero. Shanks had gotten much time to get to know the boy, but he did remember what had brought upon his death. Argent had bashed his head in. And then it hit him that all of the dead so far had a great significance in the alliance. Both Shanks and Jango had lost their counterparts. The alliance had lost a ‘would be’ ally. And Argent had killed someone. All of it tied in together somehow. Scary enough.

He propped himself up and peeked through the tent to see Ara outside, talking to rocks and trees as usual. It was weird. She was good talking to inanimate objects. He was good talking to people. Quite a difference. But talking to people was a bit restricted when the more attached you got to them, the harder it’d be to kill them. He didn’t want Aranica to die. He didn’t want anyone to die. But 23 of them would have to. 4 of them already have. He crawled out of his tent, leaving back his trident. He trusted her enough to walk up to her without a weapon. Talking to her with a weapon would make it fake. It’d be a forced conversation. Out of fear. But no, he wanted to speak to her with trust. And possibly on some level, with friendship. They were the two youngest in the alliance. Both of them had a reason to fear the older tributes, but Shanks could fight. He had been trained as a Career, whereas the girl from District 12 had little experience.

Approaching her, he listened intently as she spoke back to the trees around her. He brushed some hair out of his eyes and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around his knees just she was. ”What are they saying?” he asked quietly, his voice speaking as if spell bound by her actions, lost in the words of an unhinged 12 year old girl.

Shanks hadn’t expected an attack just yet. No one had. They all wanted to rest. Catch at least some breath before they had to fight for their lives yet again. And when 2 freaky looking lizards slice out of nowhere, you sure as hell are going to have a fight. He jumped up away from Aranica and reach for his trident. He grimaced. It was such a bad idea to leave it back in the tent.

He instantly dashed towards the tent, taking advantage of the time occupied by the lizards attacking Dru and Aranica. He felt sorry for the District 1 Career. The first thing she’d wake up to would be the the face and claws of some dangerous lizard and Aranica was just a little girl. He felt bad leaving her there, but in order to protect her, he would need a weapon. Who knew what these lizards were capable of? Considering they were made by the Capitol, they were most likely poisonous.

Diving towards the trident, he gripped the handle and instantly rolled around, making sure he was facing the lizards. Wouldn’t want one of those buggers sinking into his back, would he? He dived forward, still on the ground, near the tent, and stabbed his trident down, trying to skewer one of them. Make a Lizard kabob or something...

.:Attacks Bartholomew:.
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