vacate the premises | {mallory/medea}
Apr 6, 2024 11:08:51 GMT -5
Post by dars on Apr 6, 2024 11:08:51 GMT -5
m a l l o r y
"He'll be here eventually, Mal."
She hadn't realized how obvious she was being, her gaze fixed on the horizon in wait, hoping to see Abel round a corner. The sun set hours ago and the party itself wasn't interested in waiting around. Several drunken teenagers stumbled around the beach. People intermingled, migrating from one campfire to another just a bit further down the beach, stopping at each group of friends to say hi. A few of the boys were working to bury themselves in the sand. Rudy chased Elloise with what looked like a dead fish on the end of a stick. Mallory's friends were taking turns gossiping about people from school. And usually, about right now, Mallory would be the life of the party and admittedly, she knew she wasn't right now.
"Sorry," she offered with a shrug, pulling her hands into the air. The bracelet he got her slid down her wrist, the metal cool to the touch, the gemstone glittering in the crackling fire.
"Who wants to play Never Have I Ev-"
About five hundred yards away, the flash of red lights caught Mallory's attention. She squinted into the dark to see the crowd of drunken teenagers dispersing, and then she could hear someone speaking through some sort of microphone.
"This is Capitol-owned property! Only sanctioned or working officials are allowed after dark!"
As her eyes adjusted more, she could count at least six white uniforms emerging, some already with captured partiers in their hands. "Run!" One of her friends said, and Mallory did exactly that. The sand and the alcohol didn't exactly make it easy, but she charged away from the chaos as quickly as she could manage, ducking into a changing shack and locking herself into one of the stalls. Soon after, she heard the doors open again, and she held her breath in fear that one of the peacekeepers had followed her inside.