damper downer / rotten

Thompson was soaked. No doubt about it. But they were alive - thankfully - after yet another attempt to kill them from the boy. It’s not that he intended to. He really didn’t - they’re his friends, and he has no inclination to kill them. Maybe that goes against the very core of what the Hunger Games are, but Thompson wasn’t like that. He didn’t have anybody to fight for, anything to prove. TO the rest of the country, he might as well be dead. His Panem’s Got Talent performances, his constant ability to encounter danger in the arena. It might as well suit him to die.

He won’t say that to them, though. Thompson cannot bother to hear August offer one more hopeful comment. It was nice, and it made him feel better whenever they weren’t actively trying not to die. However, Thompson doesn’t deserve that kindness. Why would he?

For a while, once the waves had died down, he simply caught his energy. Relaxed, and didn’t speak. Thompson didn’t trust himself to properly lead them the right way, let alone say the right damn thing anymore. In the distance was a hallowed cliffside, and given Thompson was already wet, he found it useful to go try the swim. He just survived whatever typhoon was laid onto them, why not try the swim? Besides, Thompson felt like the most he'd spend sitting around the two, the more he'd feel like a sack of shit.

Well, more of one at least. And he already was a wet one.

”I’m gonna go see what’s in there.” He stated to the group. Thompson stood up, dusted the sand off of his dungarees and looked at his friends. ”You can come with me if you want.” He wouldn’t, if he were them, but he’s all for whatever death sentences they want to join him in.

[attempts to go to the lightless lagoon!]
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