Wounded Spirits {Oblivion/Dusty}

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Wounded Spirits {Oblivion/Dusty} Jun 8, 2019 15:38:38 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 8, 2019 15:38:38 GMT -5

Industria Spark

"Dang it!" Dusty exclaimed as, once again, she was unable to use bandages properly when practicing wrapping her own ankle with them. The instructor had shown her a couple of times, but told her that she still wasn't doing it quite right. The first time, the bandages were too loose. This time, they were too tight, to the point where they could cut off circulation and would be extremely uncomfortable.

"I don't know how to do it!" she told the instructor. She took off the bandages and threw them to the side, putting her head in her hands. The instructor seemed somewhat concerned, but let Dusty be, walking away from her for the time being. After a moment or two, Dusty lifted her head from her hands and looked around, seeing if anyone had seen her frustration. That was when she realized that a girl she believed was the one from District One was nearby.

"Sorry," Dusty said to her. "I overreacted. I didn't mean to be obnoxious. I just can't figure this out and it's getting frustrating. I'll never survive at this rate..."

She knew her words were true. If she didn't figure out how to tend to a wound, there was no way she'd be able to help herself in the arena if she got hurt, meaning she'd have to rely on someone else, but only one of them could make it out alive in the end. If she couldn't deal with being hurt, though, she knew it certainly wouldn't be her that made it out alive.

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Wounded Spirits {Oblivion/Dusty} Jun 10, 2019 15:41:29 GMT -5

Post by knuckles on Jun 10, 2019 15:41:29 GMT -5

'cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
sending SOS from this tiny box
and I lost all signal when I lifted up
now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot

Most of her time is spent sitting in the shadows watching other tributes. Observing is one of her strongest traits, and Oblivion is using it here. Learning about others. Figuring out strengths and weaknesses. Doing whatever possible to find a strategy to stay alive, yet there's so much more to it.

Not everyone has the advantage of saying they come from a career district, and right now she's putting all of them to shame by picking up the weight of the world. Not once has she ever claimed she's one of them, but that's what's expected.

Slaughter everyone in your path.

Murder them.

Win.

Her own sister is blinded by the rule, and time and time again, Oblivion searches for another answer in hopes to make a new beginning.

Today isn't any different.

Walking close to the walls of the gym, she watches trainers showing off their impressive skills as they swing weapons around like they're nothing. Eager tributes looking on. It's all the same. All different, and yet she finds herself wondering what could go wrong. She's not like the others from one. Back home she treated those who were injured, and now she's watching a young girl struggle tying a bandage around her ankle.

She remembers those days like they were yesterday.

One time she sat in the middle of her room trying and trying to make the perfect wrap, and yet she failed many times. Only she couldn't show frustration because it went against everything her parents were teaching her.

Healers weren't supposed to come from district one, but that is who she is.

Slowly making her way over towards the young girl, Oblivion studies her slowly. Why would someone as young as her volunteer for the games? Why throw a perfectly good life away? It's beyond her, and she knows this because she was chosen while this young girl from district three volunteered.

Her words barely make it to Oblivion's ears, and deep inside she wants to help. It's all that she knows, and putting everyone on an equal playing field is super important. All twenty-four of them deserve the same chance, and this trainer isn't helping at all.

She sighs.

"You aren't being obnoxious." She states keeping her voice calm and collected as she continues walking towards her. "I remember when I first tried using one of these things. It wasn't easy, and I sat in the middle of my room for hours upon hours trying to figure it out. I understand where you're coming from."

Grabbing a bandage from the first aid table, Oblivion plops herself on the ground next to the young girl;

"I can show you an easier way if you'd like."

All she wants is to help regardless of the outcome.

Lyrics: Astronaut - Simple Plan
Table by Calla <3

lest we forget [the characters]

credit to Zoe

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Wounded Spirits {Oblivion/Dusty} Jun 12, 2019 5:22:32 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 12, 2019 5:22:32 GMT -5

Industria Spark

Dusty wasn't normally one to get exceedingly frustrated with things. In general, if something bothered her because she couldn't get it done right, she would just keep trying until she got it, or move onto something else. Unfortunately, with the first aid station, the 'keep trying' approach wasn't working, and the trainer's help wasn't really working for her. The 'move onto something else' approach wasn't really an option, either, though, as first aid was a skill that she'd truly need to have in the arena.

That's why Industria Spark was grateful for Oblivion Reigns.

Not only was Oblivion a kind person who wasn't annoyed by what Dusty was doing, but she had also offered to help her out with the bandages. To be entirely honest, the young girl was a bit surprised by this offer, partially because it was coming from another tribute that she'd never interacted with before, but mostly because it was coming from a District One tribute. District One was a career district, and, typically, the tributes from there were trained as careers, and wouldn't be found wasting their time on helping those who were struggling.

The older girl grabbed a bandage from the first aid table and took a spot on the floor next to Dusty. She told her that she could show her an easier way to do the bandaging, if Dusty would like, which, of course, she would greatly appreciate. A smile crossed Dusty's face, her mood quickly changing. If someone was truly willing to help her through her frustrations, she was grateful. It meant a lot to her to have assistance now from Oblivion, even though she could be someone that might have to try to kill her in a few days' time.

"That would be great," Dusty said. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

Her own bandage now unraveled and ready to use, the red haired girl looked to the blonde.

"I'm Industria Spark, by the way. District Three. I usually go by Dusty," she introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you. You're from One, right?"