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The end of the last week beckons and Haizea still has so much on her check list. She had been stockpiling all she had wished to accomplish before having to relinquish the rest of her freedom with a busted red crayon and a miniature notebook Katelyn Persimmons had gifted her. A small piece of charity, once she had been given a pen but a Capitolite trainer took it from her the second she pulled it out in the arena. There's one thing she didn't expect coming here, and that was how crafty she'd have to be to get things done. 

So imagine how difficult staging an exorcism is on such limited supplies! Haze had only prayed twice since arriving, not wanting to wear her wishes thin before she knew she would need them the most. God's ears can only take in so much, and some of her competitors needed him more than she did. Coming to mind the most vividly: Francine, from District 7. A girl with spirits in her eyes, they only interacted once, at the beginning of the first week where Haizea asked if she knew the direction to the cafeteria and Francine merely stared at her, mouth agape, releasing the most god forsaken croak Haze had ever witnessed. 

From there she knew that girl needed help. 

And for once, Haizea could be that person! There wasn't much she came equipped with, but she knew how to release a burdened soul from evil. She started her mission at the camouflage station, tying two sticks together into a makeshift cross with a piece of excess twine. Second, she made her way to rationing, collecting a few pinches of salt into a petri dish. Lastly, Haizea tucked a bottle of purified water under her arm, ready to wage war.

[ sneaks up on francine d7 ]
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[ + 2 stealth ]

She'd learn quick how light her foot steps were and held her breath as she approached the lost child from seven, cross tucked behind her back. Haizea managed her way to Francine on her tippy toes, freezing as she finds herself in breathing distance from the girl. She's possessed for sure, can sense the black aura emanating off this strange child, "don't be scared, I'm here to help!" She utters in an aggressive whisper to the side of Francine, starting the ritual off with flicking salt particles to cleanse the girl. As 7's eyes widen, she drops the dish on the nearby station and raises her twiggy cross, "power of Ripred beside me, God hear my cries and DELIVER this poor girl from Evil-" her chant starts, spoken like ammunition.