we are the foxes. [ casters v. dummies ]
Oct 31, 2023 14:19:32 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽♂️kaitlin. on Oct 31, 2023 14:19:32 GMT -5
Javi spends the night feeling like a snuffed candle.
Burnt out, his charm leaves him and he finds he can't properly arrange his mask to fit easily. He doesn't go back to the suite designed for Three. He tells himself that it's because he doesn't want to give Wolf the opportunity to kill him while he sleeps, but if he's being honest, the idea of waking up there now felt... tainted. What a fool he had been to feel comfortable there, laying in that plush bed, curling up beneath the blankets. He'd barely spent any time trying not to think about the girl in the next room who would do her best to kill him in a few days.
Yet – she sounded so scared when she called out to him. So small. As if he's the one she needs to fear.
Javi isn't cut out for this.
It ricochets through him all through the first night, curled up alone, sleeping in the air vents. He'd taken the idea right out of Wolf's mind, if he was being honest; she'd been a thing to behold as he fled from that opening fight against Nessa, clambering out of the air ducts and extending her hand towards Arcadia. A stroke of genius. He doesn't think about it twice before taking the idea for himself.
It's cold and cramped in there though, and when he sleeps, it is only fitfully. Every time air circulates, the whirring of a fan echoes through the metal chamber, sending chills down Javi's spine. He wraps his arms around himself as best he can, dozes when drowsiness wins.
It's just about the worst night of his life.
He's not sure he's ever been quite so alone.
It's the sound of a door opening that wakes him in the morning, and he crawls closer to the vent he'd hidden behind to see who had walked into the Training Room now. Earlier in the night, there'd been a host of tributes who filtered through, scavenging the different stations they'd all spent the last couple of days learning the ins and outs of. Javi had made a point to stay quiet, hidden, cataloging the items they all picked up, the ones they left behind; try and sort out what skills laid behind those choices. Some of them found materials, some of them were run off by the sounds of approaching footsteps, some of them sound like they're getting ready to make out in a supply closet.
That one manages to get Javi to shake his head, an almost smile gracing his cheeks in the dark. Nothing like looking death in the face to make a few teenagers horny.
Fucking Panem.
He's grateful when it's not a couple stumbling into the room, clumsy hands all over the place. Instead it's one of the tributes from Eleven.
Maia, he remembers. She looks different in her uniform.
Deadlier.
At first, she's alone as far as he can tell, but he doesn't stop to observe for long, not when another noise catches his attention. The slow shifting of metal against metal grinds through the room. At first he scans through the cracks in the vent, trying to find the source of the noise, and at first he thinks the angle is just wrong before he sees a pair of feet start moving in her direction, as if awakened by her presence. There's a long series of seconds where Javi watches her eyes, sees her react to the three training dummies that start stalking towards her.
There's another behind her though, almost as if to try and ambush her while the others charge.
"Behind you!" he doesn't have the better sense not to shout, muscling his way out of the grate. It'd been hard trying to get into it, and harder still to put it back into place. The thing is heavy as it clatters onto the floor in front of the vent, metal against the cold ground making loud clanging noises that draw the dummies attention back towards him. "Coming down the hall from Mechanical, quick!"
And he tackles the nearest dummy.
Burnt out, his charm leaves him and he finds he can't properly arrange his mask to fit easily. He doesn't go back to the suite designed for Three. He tells himself that it's because he doesn't want to give Wolf the opportunity to kill him while he sleeps, but if he's being honest, the idea of waking up there now felt... tainted. What a fool he had been to feel comfortable there, laying in that plush bed, curling up beneath the blankets. He'd barely spent any time trying not to think about the girl in the next room who would do her best to kill him in a few days.
Yet – she sounded so scared when she called out to him. So small. As if he's the one she needs to fear.
Javi isn't cut out for this.
It ricochets through him all through the first night, curled up alone, sleeping in the air vents. He'd taken the idea right out of Wolf's mind, if he was being honest; she'd been a thing to behold as he fled from that opening fight against Nessa, clambering out of the air ducts and extending her hand towards Arcadia. A stroke of genius. He doesn't think about it twice before taking the idea for himself.
It's cold and cramped in there though, and when he sleeps, it is only fitfully. Every time air circulates, the whirring of a fan echoes through the metal chamber, sending chills down Javi's spine. He wraps his arms around himself as best he can, dozes when drowsiness wins.
It's just about the worst night of his life.
He's not sure he's ever been quite so alone.
It's the sound of a door opening that wakes him in the morning, and he crawls closer to the vent he'd hidden behind to see who had walked into the Training Room now. Earlier in the night, there'd been a host of tributes who filtered through, scavenging the different stations they'd all spent the last couple of days learning the ins and outs of. Javi had made a point to stay quiet, hidden, cataloging the items they all picked up, the ones they left behind; try and sort out what skills laid behind those choices. Some of them found materials, some of them were run off by the sounds of approaching footsteps, some of them sound like they're getting ready to make out in a supply closet.
That one manages to get Javi to shake his head, an almost smile gracing his cheeks in the dark. Nothing like looking death in the face to make a few teenagers horny.
Fucking Panem.
He's grateful when it's not a couple stumbling into the room, clumsy hands all over the place. Instead it's one of the tributes from Eleven.
Maia, he remembers. She looks different in her uniform.
Deadlier.
At first, she's alone as far as he can tell, but he doesn't stop to observe for long, not when another noise catches his attention. The slow shifting of metal against metal grinds through the room. At first he scans through the cracks in the vent, trying to find the source of the noise, and at first he thinks the angle is just wrong before he sees a pair of feet start moving in her direction, as if awakened by her presence. There's a long series of seconds where Javi watches her eyes, sees her react to the three training dummies that start stalking towards her.
There's another behind her though, almost as if to try and ambush her while the others charge.
"Behind you!" he doesn't have the better sense not to shout, muscling his way out of the grate. It'd been hard trying to get into it, and harder still to put it back into place. The thing is heavy as it clatters onto the floor in front of the vent, metal against the cold ground making loud clanging noises that draw the dummies attention back towards him. "Coming down the hall from Mechanical, quick!"
And he tackles the nearest dummy.
JAVIER
MACEDO.
MACEDO.
javier attacks dummies unarmed like a bimbo
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bruised back 3.5
unarmed
