treetops { ike, day 1.5 }

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

She had emerged from the bloodbath almost unscathed—she isn't sure if that's a blessing or a curse. Ike hasn't caught up to her allies yet, but she thought she spotted them heading to the area she is in now. Strangely, Ike finds that she isn't daunted by this Arena. It was unlike most; there was nothing she had seen so far that was foreboding.

Ike reclines on a sturdy branch high up in a tree, her hair tucked beneath her back. She has painted herself brown and green to blend into her surroundings, not wanting to be found by another tribute. Although she scans the ground every once in a while for her allies, she remains complete silent and still.

If she disturbed something, a creature or a nearby tribute, it wouldn't end well for her. She isn't sure if that would be a bad thing. Ike considers staying the night here, in this tree, covered in drying dirt and soot from the riverbank.

She closes her eyes for a moment, pondering.

If she went to sleep in this tree, perhaps she would have a sweet dream and never wake up.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours