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sorrows in retrograde {sinead+arthur day 3 blitz} Nov 4, 2021 23:45:57 GMT -5

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Post by bailee on Nov 4, 2021 23:45:57 GMT -5

The third day of the Games and the blood of another mutt was on her hands, but Sinead's guilty conscious had been wiped with clenched fists and fury as her alliance finally parted ways with Tsara forever. Her vision was red and the tears in her eyes had dried - pure rage filled her body at the thought of Bastian's sword striking down upon Tsara.

How dare they. To Sinead, they had sent a clear message to their misfitted alliance - they saw us as weak. Which may have been true the day of the Bloodbath - but as the nights drew to a close and with every day Sinead outlived her older brother, her confidence grew. She knew she wasn't weak.

Thinking of Tsara's death made the thought of her fingers curled tightly around Nylon's throat while she begged for mercy a dream - her pathetic cries, apologizing for antagonizing her since their spar in the training centre like a song to her ears.

Only the sight of a familiar figure in the distance distracted her from the vile thoughts that infected her brain. The figure - the same voice she heard crackle over the radio. "She's not returning my calls," Arthur's voice, broken up by the snaps of the walkie called, "come find me in the dunes."

Sinead knew she wasn't the one he wanted to see, but she called out to him anyway. Her hands gripped heavily against the base of her machete as Arthur drew closer and closer in case he decided Sinead was responsible for the loss of his District partner.

"She's gone," she said bluntly, once he was within listening distance, "Fray killed her."

She choked out two final words as her rage began to push at her tear ducts, "I'm sorry."

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sorrows in retrograde {sinead+arthur day 3 blitz} Nov 5, 2021 0:08:55 GMT -5

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Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Nov 5, 2021 0:08:55 GMT -5

a r t h u r .

"Here's the best part distilled for you
But you want what I can't give to you
Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied"

When he saw her figure come up over the dunes, for a second he’d half-imagined Tsara had heard him. But then it was Sinead, and as she drew closer, he saw the gloom spread across her face. He felt the lump in his throat even before she spoke the words. He couldn’t help but look at the fire in front of him. He refused to look her in the eyes when he’d heard ‘she’s gone’ tumble out of her mouth.

And just like that, the finality of it all, that his district partner had come and gone. He tried not to slip deep into himself but felt a cold surround him. Fray had killed her. Which didn’t come as a particular shock, the cocky career had something to prove, but it hurt much the same. Tsara had been the only other to know district three. The one that’d rode the train, had seen the apartment with him, and had been the last piece of three to remain.

He ground his teeth before turning his head to suck in his cheeks and spit out across the gravel.

He stood up from his pile of dirt and turned to Sinead. “That fucker killed her, huh?” Arthur put his hands on his hips and sneered as though he could picture the lunk of a boy Fray right in front of him. The garbage headed career with more muscle than brains, the one that probably thought his last name would carry him to the end, that his skill would save him from any of the others daring to get close enough.

Well.

Arthur might not have had skill. But he also didn’t give a fuck who any of the others were, and that counted for a hell of a lot more than whatever fighting stance Fray might’ve had.

“I’m sorry, Sinead. It’s… shit.” Arthur crossed his arms across his chest, “I’d just thought…”

He sounded stupid, he knew it was an idiotic thing to say but still –

“I’d get to see her again. Like I needed to.” He let out another sigh. “I’m sorry.”

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bailee
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sorrows in retrograde {sinead+arthur day 3 blitz} Nov 5, 2021 17:53:21 GMT -5

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Post by bailee on Nov 5, 2021 17:53:21 GMT -5

Arthur's words solidified the lump in her throat, and grief struck her like a trillion lightning bolts. Four had died already yet Tsara's death was the first to truly hit Sinead - the tragic image of Tsara bleeding out in Nixie's arms permanantly etched into her brain. At least Arthur had been spared the pale look on Tsara's face as her body slumped to the ground with her last breathes. He was lucky in that aspect. "Don't apologize," she said, as she avoided looking into Arthur's eyes to spare her the look of sorrow he probably held in his eyes. She kicked the piles of rocks and sand around with her boots, her tears still slowly dripping down her sunburnt cheeks.

"They're still out there, y'know," Sinead suddenly looked up, eyeing Arthur with a look mixed with enthusiasm and pure manic. "Nylon and Bastian and the guy from Ten... they have a jeep, they're still somewhere in the dunes."

"We could go find them," she choked, her words edged with almost a sense of desperavitey, "you could go get Abel and I could go get Nixie and Whiskey. They can't take all five of us at once."

And then she sighed as she realized the hopelessness of her idea. It was two careers versus one and they had a jeep, whilst they were just a merry band of misfits who barely trusted each other. "Sorry. Kind of a stupid idea."

"I just miss her," she added.

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sorrows in retrograde {sinead+arthur day 3 blitz} Nov 5, 2021 23:53:47 GMT -5

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Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Nov 5, 2021 23:53:47 GMT -5

a r t h u r .

"Here's the best part distilled for you
But you want what I can't give to you
Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied"

Arthur hadn’t got much of a chance to talk to Sinead back in the training center, and now he was more than a little disappointed. When she’d suggested to hunt the careers so casually, he let out a snort. He wiped a hand across his face quickly, realizing then that it might’ve come across lacking empathy. Not that he just didn’t expect the girl from twelve to be so ready to go up against the kids who’d stuck around for the wealth no matter what.

“No it’s not – I miss her too,” Arthur cleared his throat and took a step closer, “Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to have your reasons for wanting to get rid of them. You don’t have to defend them. Besides, do you really care what anyone outside of here thinks anyway? I mean, I don’t particularly care what people in here think.”

Maybe he’d get dragged as toxic but – as he’d said to Abel, he didn’t rely on how other people felt to dictate his own actions. And he couldn’t ask that of them. They were allowed to feel all the good, bad, and ugly they wanted, so long as they took their own conclusions about his actions and shoved them where the sun didn’t shine. They were playing a game to win, and the detours they took along the way?

Well, they were theirs to make.

“I appreciate the offer, though.” He shrugged his backpack off his shoulder and pulled the zipper. “If we did wind up all in the same spot, I’m not going to say no. I mean they’ve got to die anyway, and at least now I have a reason to kill someone. The cameras love a good vengeance storyline, don’t they?”

He pulled his sequined dinosaur sweatshirt out of his bag and offered it to Sinead.

“You cold? When the sun’s gone it’s gonna drop a few more degrees than you think around here.” Arthur said, edging a little closer. “Thanks, by the way. For being brave enough to come and tell me. I respect that. You’re all right, Sinead.”