the pale moonlight // Barovian Bitches day 1
Oct 19, 2022 13:13:26 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 19, 2022 13:13:26 GMT -5
I started walking after I got my bag filled. The building felt suffocating; I’ve always preferred the open sea but goddamn if I don’t feel the urge to run under the moonlight instead of staying indoors right now.
Huh. Weird. Ain’t no trick of the light, this river is not filled with water. Fuck, it even smells like a bad wound. The grass is all dead as fuck but there’s some small blue flowers here and there.
What kind of flowers grow when they’re being watered by blood? It ends at a waterfall, spilling over the edge of the cliff like a slit throat, and man, it at the bottom it almost looks like there might be a gap.
Whole thing empties out into the darkest lake I’ve ever seen.
I look back to see if they’re following and Andal seems like he’s in shock; Jack looks okay. Dunno what that was all about at the end there. The girl from eleven could definitely do better than him.
Don’t sweat it Andal. Girls like that are trouble. Hot. But trouble. Had to throw myself to the side to avoid getting hit by the arrows she was sending my way. Wish she hadn’t. She’s cute, but now I have to kill her.
Ain’t time to look for hookups, much as that sounds appealing. The game has started. All that matters now is putting everyone else in the ground. Like Cash Humboldt. I glance at the deep wound he gave me in the melee. It was a good hit. Worthy of a career. Worthy of revenge. Hope he doesn’t object too much when I castrate him on live television.
It won’t kill him, but he’ll probably wish he was dead when I take what I cut off and punt it into the distance.
“Told you we’d take it.” I grunt, staring at chunks of something that are bobbing in the water. Trick of the light maybe, but I thought the same about the fountain in the cathedral at first too. Didn’t take too much investigation to realize it was blood.
Whose?
Well, probably the guy from three, seeing as how he was all laid out like a fuckin’ holiday dinner. He must have pissed off somebody really hard in his training session. See, if a girl like Chi-Chi decides to flash people, it’s seen as a wacky, sexy thing that hot girls do for fun. Nobody is going to complain. On the other hand, if a guy like Morgenstern pulls his pants down in public, its straight to the sex offender registry.
Or in this case, dying before the countdown started.
Could be wrong, maybe he just killed an avox or strangled a career trainer or something mundane like that.
Anyway, I knew we’d take the wealth. I’m the best damn career in this arena. And I did it without relying on my family name for clout too. My hands ball into fists and before I know, I’m making fists so hard it feels like I’m piercing my palms. Everything happened pretty fast. Pretty sure I heard three cannons.
But I only saw one tribute go down.
Girl from three swung on me first. I dodged all those flail swings and then finished it. Or I almost did.
“Plastic princess stole my DAMN KILL!” I shout this to no one in particular.
Voice raises hard on those last two words. Leave it to a pampered princess to rest on her laurels while I do the hard work and then swoop in to get the credit. I was already irritated by the presence of two tributes from a victor family, but now it’s personal. Whatever. The other careers couldn’t beat my score of 10, means they can’t hold a candle to me anywhere else either.
I’ve seen them in action now, I know what to expect. Ace and Silver both rabbited away, further proving that district two has forgotten how to train their careers. The dark haired Fray never even showed. So maybe she was one of the cannons.
Elle stayed in a little longer but it didn’t seem like she was coordinating with anyone. That means the blonde fray is the one to watch out for. Queen bee type with a hype man from 11 egging her on.
Guaranteed that they’ll convince the other girls to die for her, either through intimidation or gaslighting. Happens all the time in the games. Coach made me pay attention to the strategies that come up again and again. Know thy enemy and all that.
Ignoring that my eyeballs feel like they want to crawl out of their sockets on little veiny legs like spiders from hell, I decide to check out the weird looking weapon I pulled out of the tangle of nonsense of the plush wolves and packets of Pomegranate seeds.
My hand had wrapped around the handle and thank fuck, this time there was something attached to the rest of it instead of it just being a sharpened piece of wood. It’s almost like a whip? But made out of tiny blades with an interlocking design.
I swing it once, experimentally before I see the button on the hilt. I press it and the whole thing goes rigid, becoming a sword. Maybe its cause I was thinking about what I plan to do to Cash, but I feel like there’s some kind of symbolism here.
Thinking. Thinking never hurt this much.
I wobble then fall over until I’m sitting heavily on the blood bank and clutching my head. Fuck…I don’t remember drinking anything harder than lemonade the last two days, why do I feel like I have the hangover to end all hangovers?
God knows I could use a nap.
I drift away for a few minutes, maybe even nod off.
That's what I tell myself anyway, because passing out is for losers.
When I open my eyes again I think I’ve gone insane.
Look man, I take pride in my personal appearance. I shower. Grooming’s important.
So why the fuck do my fingernails look like motherfuckin’ claws? And where did all this hair on my arms come from?
Can’t be a trick of the light. What the fuck is going on?
“Hey, you guys seeing this shit?”
Hmm.
Maybe not.
Looks like they’re having physical issues of their own.
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