and in this day, you die // #621 v woodsmen v fatal v gala
Mar 27, 2020 2:20:30 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 27, 2020 2:20:30 GMT -5
The Capitol’s beast manages to halt my weapon from once again biting into his skin. Flashes from yesterday’s battle passes through my vision, as his stare pierces into my own. On and on Alexander’s weapon refuted to wound our Opponent, my own even following suit in error as well occasionally. Desperation didn’t burry me however, as my humor rang in distraction of the truth. The chances of that same failure twinkles in the Monster’s eyes now - jolting my heart just briefly. And in rejection of repeating my same mistake, my weapon recoils to try at destroying immediately again. Fortunately success promises my grace far more today.
Once more my weapon carves deeply into the light grayish purple skin, radiating confidence back into my core. But luck is apparently not just on my side. The beauty from One reveals an unusual weapon from her carryon, aiming at the duo girls from lower Districts. The first arrow delves deep into the badass’s stomach, the second missing the meeker girl entirely. One doesn’t fault for a moment however, instantly reloading and firing another. This reshot silences everyone’s breath, stilling the air if for only a moment.
There’s no doubt a canon will be echoing through the humidity at any time. Even the Capitol’s creation escapes urgently, dashing before anyone else as if fearful of what the next minutes will bring. My eyes roll automatically at the sight, a small scuffle chuckling from my lips at why the Capitol would include fear and running away in their mutation’s programing. “Chicken shit.” I mutter under my breath, my weapon still at the ready - as if the Beast might hear and return to prove my words otherwise.
But he doesn’t, and my attention returns to the dead and her obvious ally. The badass Brunette who seems to have a depth of a story that I simply don’t know about, stops my gaze. “I’m sorry for your loss.” The most genuine sentence I’ve managed in this place whispers from my center for her, knowing far too well and far too recently just how painful a loss can be. My bottom lip sinks between my teeth. Perhaps that’s why my weapon purely aimed for the Monster, not wanting to induce anyone else with loss so soon. Perhaps I’m just as much chicken shit.
For a good second my eyes remain glued upon her’s, before I break it with my own escape - not a single other words to brew from my tongue in the process. A random path is chosen by my instinct, as I simply separate myself from the other Tributes. The bridge sways beneath me, with no certainty of where it leads, but not even an idea looks back at all that’s happened.
{Gala Thomas Flees}