Shattered Glass // [Garnet & Axyl, Day 1]
Feb 18, 2024 13:32:11 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Feb 18, 2024 13:32:11 GMT -5
For a moment, Garnet wondered about the arena’s sepia tones. Everything from the dark tree outside to the buidling itself to the other tributes seemed… grey. Everything sapped. Everything perverted from its colorful nature. Where were the rich mahoganies, the gay daffodils? What had happened to the shock of pink hair or the electricity of warm brown skin?
When he fled the massacre at first he'd limped along with Rhys and Jericho. But in the echoing hallways, they diverged. He took to an exterior hallway and they... went elsewhere. His temples throbbed. He couldn't remember if they'd made promises to find each other again.
Clutching his supplies, shivering, Garnet pressed on. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe a friendly face? But the moment he heard another tribute banging through the house he stopped dead in his tracks.
Only, this time, standing beside one of the blown out windows, he stood atop breaking glass.
It shattered with a pop pop pop sending Garnet scrambling. He leapt for the only escape: said open window, onto a snow-covered balcony. Where there was another boy who didn't exactly look lost. "Dont," Garnet wished, holding up his spear. But he didn't point it at Axyl, only at the sky, as though it might somehow shield him as little more than a stick.
When he fled the massacre at first he'd limped along with Rhys and Jericho. But in the echoing hallways, they diverged. He took to an exterior hallway and they... went elsewhere. His temples throbbed. He couldn't remember if they'd made promises to find each other again.
Clutching his supplies, shivering, Garnet pressed on. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe a friendly face? But the moment he heard another tribute banging through the house he stopped dead in his tracks.
Only, this time, standing beside one of the blown out windows, he stood atop breaking glass.
It shattered with a pop pop pop sending Garnet scrambling. He leapt for the only escape: said open window, onto a snow-covered balcony. Where there was another boy who didn't exactly look lost. "Dont," Garnet wished, holding up his spear. But he didn't point it at Axyl, only at the sky, as though it might somehow shield him as little more than a stick.
[activates pickup station? unless it's latent and in which case Garnet just chills]
