On the Horizon, a Speck of Dust {day 1 - bette solo}

It's... Something, alright. She would say that she was impressed, but.

Shopping carts are lashed together, the foundation for a collage of what seems to be the remnants of a Bloodbath - has that much time passed? Already? - and the winners are clearly here. All two of them; the Lyons girl, who helped her reach for the sky with her blades. The girl from Seven, nine in training and a distant relation to a past tribute - she can't quite remember the name, it stays on the tip of her tongue, then slides backwards into the abyss. Regardless, she's surprised they're together.

With a small sense of relief, Bette observes that no cannons have fired just yet. So she watches, hidden behind the large trunk of a grandmother sequoia; gaze shifting every so often to make sure she isn't caught by surprise. Well, besides whatever it is that lies in front of her.

The two tributes have evolved from bickering to almost... Laughing? A teamwork of crafting and terror that gives way to this moving ode to dada itself. Everything and nothing at once. Bette almost wants to walk into the clearing, examine the creation for herself - the craftswoman in her wishes to examine whether or not the structure will even move, not to mention the precarious nature of the contraption. But of course, that could mean her doom. She grips her crossbow slightly tighter, but not for long as the ship begins to roll away: slowly, shakily, a brilliant tremor in every revolution.

"How about the DLS Trolley Problem - Denali and Lex's Ship?" "DLS stands for Denali Lyons's Ship, doesn't it." "It could be either!" "Not if it's all yours in your head! How about RLS?" "Regal Lyons Ship - perfect." "I was thinking more along the lines of Rabid."

Their voices fade. After a moment, she follows.


{ bette is using camo }
{ bette leaves this thread as per day 1 rules, you can now find her in the cornucopia (Bruised Fruit) }