Fault Line // Cato
Oct 31, 2016 23:26:04 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 31, 2016 23:26:04 GMT -5
KATELYN PERSIMMON
The male tribute from district eleven hadn’t died in the bloodbath since Ellexias had buried her ice pick in Levi’s skull. Full circle in five years. Katelyn wondered what that meant for Desimae. She dared not hope, not with one of her charges dead in the opening moments of the games, but it was hard not to wonder. She sighed. Somehow, Desi had managed to endear herself to enough people to get sponsors. It had taken some cajoling, but she’d managed it, to say nothing of what Kirito and Harbinger had been up to.
They’d sent her a canteen, an axe and a pair of combat gloves. It wasn’t much, but it was something. More than they’d managed to send some of the other tributes over the last few years. Some part of her hoped that Desimae might see that she was trying, but she doubted it. The Desimae she was seeing on television was not the same one she’d talked to in their quarters. The girl was playing a role, for all her talk of Katelyn being an actress.
But then, wasn’t that the way it always was? It was easier to accuse someone of doing something so that you didn’t have to take a closer look at yourself. If you could lie to yourself, you’d lie to everyone around you whether you were aware of it or not. Katelyn sighed and rubbed at her temples. The girl had teamed up with a ruthless career from one, a religious boy from eight and a thief from district twelve.
Of them, only Jenoah seemed to be alright. If Mitchell was really a criminal, well he couldn’t be trusted. As for Asha, he seemed bloodthirsty and cold, Katelyn wouldn’t have put it past him to murder the rest of them in their sleep once they ceased to be useful. She took solace in knowing that Justice and Opal would almost certainly be trying to help Pillar. How could they not? She was family. Like the girl from ten, going home to Saffron in a box because of Desimae’s alliance.
It was not a conversation she wanted to have, but it was one she was going to bring up at some point anyway. These were lives being wasted, gambled away. She couldn’t just ignore it.
Katelyn sighed.
“Well. We did what we could right?” she said to Harbinger as she crumpled the water bottle up.“I tried with Desimae and she threw it in my face. At least she’s still kicking.” She was injured, but her alliance had managed to pull through, maybe they’d do so again, even against the quartet they were facing. Katelyn shook her head tiredly and fixed her eyes on Harbinger.
“I never got to ask, how’d it go with Drake?”
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