the gates of hell // ghost gen day 1

The heat in the arena takes its toll quickly on Tyrone. The leather jacket that his stylist had recommended is already weighing him down, its dark brown color absorbing the sun's intense beating. He takes it off, wrapping it around his waist for the time being. Maybe at cooler nighttime, it'll be more useful, but the daytime's sweltering conditions are too much for now. Ginny wants to look for more weapons, and Tyrone agrees. A knife won't last long in the arena when there are at least a dozen rifles being looted in the middle as they speak.

Sponsorships come down for each of them as they walk towards a building in the distance. It supplies Tyrone with the basics: a canteen for water, a bag, some water tablets. He stuffs everything inside of the bag except his knife, keeping it close to his side. Cedric always had that look that left Ty uncertain about what he might do. He trusts him, for now, but there's a weariness lurking about. More tributes are dying at a faster pace already, which means the desire to turn on your own allies becomes more and more appealing. No doubt he trusts Ginny and Luya more by a mile.

They're not even to the entryway of the run-down building when the odor cripples his nose and forces him to cough out the taste of gasoline poking at his lips. "Worse than all the smoke back home," he says as they walk in, careful to watch where he steps. Rusting metal and scraps litter the building, but at least the shade is a relief.

Tyrone begins scavenging for anything that might be of use. He's hesitant to push through the rubble of scrap metal, though. He's clumsy, and the orange rust is just bound to cut his hand the moment he finds something of value. He begins kicking around at the metal, nervous now to actually touch it. He looks on to the rest of his friends, already making progress in looting the place. Cedric's found some mushrooms. Tyrone goes over to the area as soon as he leaves to pick a few of his own, putting them in a pouch with the package of food he'd found in the middle earlier. He follows Cedric, about ten steps behind, to a counter. There are a few keychains laying on it, offwhite eggs dangling from its hook. He takes one and pushes it into his pocket. A nice token of his tenure in the Hunger Games to bring home to Saturn- if he's able to make it out alive.

But after that, Cedric stops. Tyrone's unsure of exactly what to do. He doesn't want Cedric to know that he's been following him. It'd look weak and pathetic, not to mention confirm the fact that Ty has absolutely no clue what he's doing out here.

Tyrone turns to his right and sticks his head in one of the tire stacks. His chin bumps something pointy and it startles him. His short scream and panicked jostle reaction send the top tire tumbling from its place. After a moment to gather himself from being scared by a stack of tires (the reddish color on his cheeks persisted for most of the day), he leans back in.

"You guys, there are guns in here!" He pulls one out to show the rest of the group. As he shows it off, Ty realizes the barrel is aiming right toward Luya. He lets his arm rest as soon as he realizes. "Oh, fuck, sorry! I wasn't going to shoot you, I promise!" This was not the sort of ranged fighting that Tyrone expected, but he hopes that the courses he took on throwing knives will give at least some value to his aim.

[receives his sponsorship]
[picks up an egg keychain pog]
[picks up rifle & 6 ammo, mushrooms (edible plants), bandages]
[more in maint, perhaps]