A Bomb in a Bowl // [78th Alliance]
Feb 5, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Feb 5, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -5
After several days observing the other tributes, Alejandro had come to several conclusions:
1.) The best potential allies, other than his district partner, had been claimed within hours of arriving.
2.) No one wanted to ally with a well-read, perhaps slightly underweight nerd from District Twelve.
3.) Nearly all of the other male tributes were gay.
4.) Possibly half of them were out, based on his preliminary assessment involving extended eye contact.
None of these discoveries thrilled him. His best chance, he reasoned, was to secure two more allies to create the maximum safe space between them. It would be best if the alliance was a quiet one, beneath the radar. However, assembling a secret quartet proved difficult, even on a theoretical level. When would he be able to sneak away from their mentors and trainers? If they weren't around, there were avoxes or other opportunistic tributes.
"I have a headache," he announced to Stella over dinner. "Perhaps I've put too many constraints on the problem."
He poked at his kale salad, sighed. "Are you finished? Come. It's time we settled things." As they walked out the dining all and into the training arena, Ale picked at the buttons of his uniform. It was at least a size too large, which only served to make him look even scrawnier than he was. They passed Raven Sayer. Ale's throat went dry. No, that would never do - too much distraction. He sighed, grieved a little perhaps, and stopped at the plants station.
"Hey, Fin," he said casually, as though they'd had a class together once, or sat together on the bus in middle school. "Mind if we join you?"
1.) The best potential allies, other than his district partner, had been claimed within hours of arriving.
2.) No one wanted to ally with a well-read, perhaps slightly underweight nerd from District Twelve.
3.) Nearly all of the other male tributes were gay.
4.) Possibly half of them were out, based on his preliminary assessment involving extended eye contact.
None of these discoveries thrilled him. His best chance, he reasoned, was to secure two more allies to create the maximum safe space between them. It would be best if the alliance was a quiet one, beneath the radar. However, assembling a secret quartet proved difficult, even on a theoretical level. When would he be able to sneak away from their mentors and trainers? If they weren't around, there were avoxes or other opportunistic tributes.
"I have a headache," he announced to Stella over dinner. "Perhaps I've put too many constraints on the problem."
He poked at his kale salad, sighed. "Are you finished? Come. It's time we settled things." As they walked out the dining all and into the training arena, Ale picked at the buttons of his uniform. It was at least a size too large, which only served to make him look even scrawnier than he was. They passed Raven Sayer. Ale's throat went dry. No, that would never do - too much distraction. He sighed, grieved a little perhaps, and stopped at the plants station.
"Hey, Fin," he said casually, as though they'd had a class together once, or sat together on the bus in middle school. "Mind if we join you?"
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