Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1
Oct 22, 2023 2:15:25 GMT -5
Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Oct 22, 2023 2:15:25 GMT -5
This was not how you thought the hunger games would begin. You did not get a last chance to pester Avriel for whatever pieces of advice he could offer, there would be no more practice sparring rounds.
This was it. This would be the moment you needed to step up to the task.
Or the ring in this case.
Your name is displayed first next to Sunrise’s district partner, Tati is listed a little lower on the list, but Irene and Arcadia have fled. Maybe you should have followed suite. You did okay in one fight, but now you thought you were a fucking force to be reckoned with. Who wouldn’t think that of you with your private training score. Only a few knew how you acquired that number, and there was no way here for you to be able to pull off a stunt like that.
You hoist yourself up into the sparring ring, your vision still slightly groggy from whatever gas they had drugged you with earlier that night. Your blond hair tied away in two messy braids with loose strands flying in whichever direction. You had never felt more unprepared for anything your life, and those watchful eyes from the other tributes who stuck around to fight were making you feel nauseous.
Once inside the ring, you took a look around at the tributes observing the first fight of the games, you and your opponent would officially kick things off. What if you just ran, or what if you would refuse? You were certain that a canon would signal your death in a timely manner if you were to choose any of those options. It was clear that you would stand your ground and fight.
The nerves in your stomach fluttered around like a million butterflies looking for a way out. Your hands balled themselves into fists as you gripped the end of that red oversize flannel you still wore. You held onto it for safety the way you always held onto the idea that your father still loved you somehow from somewhere.
Was he watching now? Would he know what would become of his little girl?
Was mom watching with Icarus? Was your entire family sitting together at the table holding their breath as they wait for you to draw first blood of the games? Would they even recognize the girl on their screens? After all the punches are thrown, would you be able to recognize yourself? Or was this the beginning of a new life you could have never imagined…only time will tell.
You tilt your head slightly to the left as you glare at your opponent with piercing blue eyes that never wanted to hurt a soul. ”Good morning.” you grumble finding the courage to inch yourself closer to them. ”Guess this is it. Let the games begin.” you sigh half heartedly ready to lay the first punch.
[Antigone attacks Siberite; unarmed]
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[Bruised Left Hand -- 2.0]