Mellow (Day six)

Dru had been searching the area for awhile. She had abandoned Ara, (a small part of her mind told Dru that abandoned was a rather strong word, when she was planning on coming back to Aranica) Why had Dru left the relative safety and comforting presence of Aranica Petros? Why had she taken only her falchion with her, in addition to a throwing on a new tank top, which was sandy, stained and frayed at the bottom, but in better shape than her bloody, torn-to-shreds excuse for a shirt (Everybody aimed for her chest when they attacked her. What was with Tributes and aiming for her assets? It wasn't like Dru had a heart beneath her fragile skin, and if there was a heart it was a block of ice or stone, not something you could stab) Over the tank-top was a Capitol made vest that she had taken off the body of her fallen comrade. Oh! Dru had also been reunited with her handy-dandy face mask, which protected and annoyed her. Couldn't the Capitol have come up with a way to make the material see-through? Dru was nothing without her pretty face...

Anyways, forget her attire. Remember the falchion she was clutching in her hand, occasionally using to hack away at plants that got in her way. Dru was not an expert tracker, but she had been following Mel’s footsteps like a trail. She knew it would eventually lead to the girl herself. The work was tedious, and often Dru had to stare at one spot for what seemed like hours, unsure whether she was still hot on Mel's trail, or she had gotten lost.

As she walked through the thick forest, Dru contemplated Mel as a person. She felt obliged to do so when Dru was so deliberately about to attack the girl who had once told Dru they might have been good friends. She did not know much about the girl, even her last name had slipped Dru's mind, but she recalled Mel was of the nerdy District. District Three, home of the technologically advanced geeks who usually never made it so far in the Games. The girl had guts, she was clever and knew when to run and hide, when to attack and when to roll on her back. Dru grinned a twisted little number, her face scrunching up beneath the mask. That fact alone convinced Dru Charlesburg that maybe, possibly there was a chance they could have been buddies.

Finally Dru heard something, the sounds of a person. She stopped moving, willing herself to stay absolutely still. Her eyes searched the foliage for signs of movement. There was the sound of a person, but it came from above. Dru slowly turned her neck up and noticed a person in a short tree a few feet away. Clever she breathed, silently enough that not even Dru heard herself speaking the word. Was that all Mel Clark of District Three would be remembered as, Dru thought as finally she recalled the girls last name. Dru thought about it. Being remembered as the Clever One could not be too bad, could it?

Of course, Mel had to be dead in order to be properly remembered in the way that Dru meant. So a flurry of motion later, Dru was running toward her target, scrambling halfway up the tree and slashing at Mel carelessly. She grunted with effort and tried not to think of how if everything went as planned, Mel’s lifeless body would collapse on top of Dru and leave her a sore, bruised mess on the ground. Maybe, if Mel was lucky, the impact would kill Dru and Mel would die with more than just the word clever used to describe her.

ATTACKS MEL [dice=156+3653000]