you've cat to be kitten me || housewives vs hellcats (day 2)
Feb 20, 2016 14:30:30 GMT -5
Post by Loony on Feb 20, 2016 14:30:30 GMT -5
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Nell Locke
The anthem was nothing to her. It was just a series of holograms and hollow faces. The dead were long gone and she was alive, it was a series of fact. Nothing more nothing less. It was just… fact.
The boy from 2. Dead.
The girl from 11. Dead.
The boy from 12. Dead.
Nell Locke. Alive.
It was as simple as that. She laid on the mud, staring up at the motorized sky through the dark greens. Astree was at her feet, and Nell smiled down at the sleeping form that clutched a foam noodle like a teddy bear. The crazy girl reminded her of the small children that ran throughout District 5 in the alleyways, ducking from the grasp of disapproving parents and gripping stolen candy. She was a never ending source of energy and innocence, even after watching her slash at others and being soaked in mud and blood.
To her right was Anicus. The boy was painfully quiet. She didn’t trust him, if she was honest with herself. She wanted to believe that he was truly with them, but he made few indications that he truly enjoyed them aside from fighting next to them. She was not stupid to believe he wouldn’t betray them, but she remained wary. She was also nervous about his terrible reaction to fighting. If he kept passing out at the first sign of trouble they might just leave him for the cougars. But for now Andicus was firmly with them and she would not let harm fall upon him.
To her left laid Sully, also staring up at the sky, his brown eyes locked upon the heavens. Oh how she wished they had met outside of the games. If fate had not destined them to meet in such horrid conditions she could imagine them meshing well. If only. But fate was cruel, and Nell found herself hating herself for every moment she fell in love with him. No it was not a love as in some retarded romance that would leave both destroyed, but the love that a sister feels for a brother, or perhaps a mother for her child. He was family, he was her family. And family in the arena was dangerous.
She stared at all of her allies for a moment, and then returned to the sky. The manufactured stars glimmered slightly, and her heart thumped with fear. She didn’t want to be close to anyone. She knew abandonment, she knew pain, she knew relief. She knew what it was like to lose the ones she loved, and she knew that getting attached to these kids would only worsen the blowif when they died.
She shoved her thoughts from her mind, desperate for rest. Her mind swirled in fear and worry for what felt like hours, but sweet relief came in waves rather than high tide. Her eyes drifted for seconds, minutes, hours, before she awoke with fear for another few seconds, minutes, hours.
***
Soon the sun had risen, creating shadows to hide their darkness and fear. Nell opened her eyes to another day of existence. She no longer lived. In the Hunger Games she simply… existed. She sat up slowly, thirst parching her throat. She checked the canteens, as if they would have magically refilled during the night, but, alas, magic was not real and her throat still hurt.
Her head spun, and she was no longer positive it was purely from her withdrawal. She still felt weak, and her skin was still clammy, but she could also start to feel the humidity taking its toll as they all sweated constantly. She knew that they needed to find water, and quickly.
”Rise and shine,” she croaked, ”We gotta keep moving.”
She pulled her stuff together, shoving as much as she could into her backpack before grabbing her spear with one hand and tracing the locket with the other. She fingered the dragonfly charm as they began to move, hoping that she was not being stupid when she grabbed it from the wreckage.
Slowly their surrounding shifted, becoming denser and branches scrap her gently as they work their way through the muddy landscape. The trees are villianous, almost animate as they sit there contributing to the hideous landscape. Her stomach turns with nerves but she puts her canteens into the water, letting it fill them to the brim before she yanks them out.
Fear bubbles over as she suddenly hears splashing. Shoving her canteens into her bag she grabs her spear, and grips it tightly. ”Fuck guys, get ready,”
She let out the tiniest shriek as the glowing eyes of her enemies came into view. They were monsters, and she was their prey, ready to be swallowed whole. Her heart froze, and in that instant, she attacked.
The boy from 2. Dead.
The girl from 11. Dead.
The boy from 12. Dead.
Nell Locke. Alive.
It was as simple as that. She laid on the mud, staring up at the motorized sky through the dark greens. Astree was at her feet, and Nell smiled down at the sleeping form that clutched a foam noodle like a teddy bear. The crazy girl reminded her of the small children that ran throughout District 5 in the alleyways, ducking from the grasp of disapproving parents and gripping stolen candy. She was a never ending source of energy and innocence, even after watching her slash at others and being soaked in mud and blood.
To her right was Anicus. The boy was painfully quiet. She didn’t trust him, if she was honest with herself. She wanted to believe that he was truly with them, but he made few indications that he truly enjoyed them aside from fighting next to them. She was not stupid to believe he wouldn’t betray them, but she remained wary. She was also nervous about his terrible reaction to fighting. If he kept passing out at the first sign of trouble they might just leave him for the cougars. But for now Andicus was firmly with them and she would not let harm fall upon him.
To her left laid Sully, also staring up at the sky, his brown eyes locked upon the heavens. Oh how she wished they had met outside of the games. If fate had not destined them to meet in such horrid conditions she could imagine them meshing well. If only. But fate was cruel, and Nell found herself hating herself for every moment she fell in love with him. No it was not a love as in some retarded romance that would leave both destroyed, but the love that a sister feels for a brother, or perhaps a mother for her child. He was family, he was her family. And family in the arena was dangerous.
She stared at all of her allies for a moment, and then returned to the sky. The manufactured stars glimmered slightly, and her heart thumped with fear. She didn’t want to be close to anyone. She knew abandonment, she knew pain, she knew relief. She knew what it was like to lose the ones she loved, and she knew that getting attached to these kids would only worsen the blow
She shoved her thoughts from her mind, desperate for rest. Her mind swirled in fear and worry for what felt like hours, but sweet relief came in waves rather than high tide. Her eyes drifted for seconds, minutes, hours, before she awoke with fear for another few seconds, minutes, hours.
***
Soon the sun had risen, creating shadows to hide their darkness and fear. Nell opened her eyes to another day of existence. She no longer lived. In the Hunger Games she simply… existed. She sat up slowly, thirst parching her throat. She checked the canteens, as if they would have magically refilled during the night, but, alas, magic was not real and her throat still hurt.
Her head spun, and she was no longer positive it was purely from her withdrawal. She still felt weak, and her skin was still clammy, but she could also start to feel the humidity taking its toll as they all sweated constantly. She knew that they needed to find water, and quickly.
”Rise and shine,” she croaked, ”We gotta keep moving.”
She pulled her stuff together, shoving as much as she could into her backpack before grabbing her spear with one hand and tracing the locket with the other. She fingered the dragonfly charm as they began to move, hoping that she was not being stupid when she grabbed it from the wreckage.
Slowly their surrounding shifted, becoming denser and branches scrap her gently as they work their way through the muddy landscape. The trees are villianous, almost animate as they sit there contributing to the hideous landscape. Her stomach turns with nerves but she puts her canteens into the water, letting it fill them to the brim before she yanks them out.
Fear bubbles over as she suddenly hears splashing. Shoving her canteens into her bag she grabs her spear, and grips it tightly. ”Fuck guys, get ready,”
She let out the tiniest shriek as the glowing eyes of her enemies came into view. They were monsters, and she was their prey, ready to be swallowed whole. Her heart froze, and in that instant, she attacked.
[Nell Locke attacks Hellcat #1]
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[3015 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]
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[3015 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]