cloistered {day 3 - leticia vs. unsaid}
Mar 13, 2019 14:47:25 GMT -5
Post by jess on Mar 13, 2019 14:47:25 GMT -5
l e t i c i a
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With her final strike, the beast falls from the sky, tumbling down and landing on the ground just like she had. It's hard not to feel remorse. She wishes the Capitol would have just let her fly away with it, but as she knows already, nothing good comes from putting your hopes in the Capitol.
Everything is sharper. Edges that were once soft are hardened, and as she looks down, the blood on her blade looks brighter than it did yesterday after bringing down the bird. Two flying creatures have fallen to her. Zero tributes. Will Six still see me as a bad person for killing these?
She could say she had no choice, but that can justify just about anything in the arena.
Her assailant now perished, the firewood is hers to take. She didn't see any other tributes around, and, considering the lack of bloodshed and death so far, she's assuming the others are wrapped up in their own fights. Part of her wants to pray for Ronan's safety - the other part is still hyper-focusing on his threats to kill her. Nevertheless, she offers a quick prayer to Ripred to keep her partner from falling today.
Being alone has served her well so far. Out here, there may be nobody to talk to, but there's also nothing weighing her down. Out of all twenty-one potential killers for Ronan, she's highly unlikely she'll be the one. Other than that, as long as she doesn't think too hard about their homes and families that she assumes they have, the other tributes mean nothing to her. They are bound only through the experiences they have shared, nothing deeper.
Hands work at a fire quickly, shaking with the desperation that comes with dehydration. The time the water takes to boil seems like an eternity, and it takes all her willpower not to down the boiling water all at once. She lets it cool, then takes one hesitant sip, then two.
It's strange, to feel yourself come back to life. As she brings herself from a near-dead girl to one who is very much alive, despite the pain coursing through her body still from the carvings the horse made across her back and arm, all she can think about is how her chances have increased. She is no longer just the weak, small girl from Six, the district which never gets any victors, especially not little girls like her.
Leticia Neptune has become a Slayer.
The new title feels uncomfortable at first, but she knows she has to adjust. She knows there are other Slayers out there - the girl who was with Ronan, the one who severed the mutt's head cleanly with one strike. She can't kill as easily, but she's still killed.
Blood binds her poncho to her frame, and the blood adorning her scythe is fresh and pure. As she drinks from the canteen, trying to make it last as long as possible, she swears she tastes blood in her mouth too.
She feels herself swallow something small. Her tongue juts out towards her gums, and she finds the source of the blood. Her final baby tooth has disappeared, leaving behind only the foul metallic taste. She's glad the Capitol didn't see it. They'd probably get a laugh out of it, and making the audience laugh is the last thing on her mind as she struggles to ration out water as she kneels beside a horse's corpse.
She soothes the pain in her gums with another swig of water. Back in Six, they'd have better solutions, but she has to make do now. Six is too far. The only piece of Six here with her is somewhere else entirely.
With one final stroke of the horse's mane, an inaudible, ushered farewell, and a tip of her hat, she leaves the scene behind.
She doesn't want the sheriff coming after her, after all.
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leticia makes fire & boils & drinks water
uses f/a on self for -3
uses n/t on self for -5
uses 10ft bandages on self for -2
yeehaws away
uses f/a on self for -3
uses n/t on self for -5
uses 10ft bandages on self for -2
yeehaws away