CLOSER TO THE EDGE* [OLIVIA]
Mar 2, 2011 21:25:10 GMT -5
Post by HEY, ALEX! on Mar 2, 2011 21:25:10 GMT -5
Perhaps I had chosen the wrong direction to run. The rocks that surround me are extremely difficult to move through and the hole in my chest wasn’t helping the situation much. Blood, both others’ and my own, had already cover my once purple sweatshirt and the fluid was still leaking slowly from my chest. The stones that surrounded me were annoying as hell as they made me fall constantly. Because of my constant tumbling, dirt has join the blood beneath my fingernails and I believe I may have a few scratches upon my palms. My once glossy, wavy ponytail now has gained many knots and turned in a ratted mess. So, overall, I look like shit.
Great because I know every person will be watching me from wherever they may be and, perhaps, asking who that girl is with blood-covered face. Maybe they saw me trying to murder a district 2 girl or maybe the blood laced Machete spoke for itself. Either way, people around Panem should know by now that the “little girl from district 10” was not as weak as original thought to be. Even though I look like a “winner”, I still did not have the correct supplies to survive in the arena. I need water. I need food. I need bandages. I need shelter. I need to get the fuck out of here.
A small border hit my foot again, making me lose my footing. Like the many times before, I fell face first in a mixture of pebbles and jagged bits of stone. My life is so great! I have a bruise knee, a gash in my chest, and a mouth full of rocks. The taste of dirt is so delightful and the crunching in my mouth is so enjoyable. Blood flow in my chest has began to speed back up, causing more of my life to bleed upon the ground below me. My life could not possibly get any better than this. Obliviously, my sarcasm has yet to be lost in the games.
I pushed my upper body from the hot ground, allowing myself to rest on my knees. From where I sat, all I could spot were rocks. To my left, more rocks! When I turned to my right, I found something shocking. More rocks were in that direction! Of course, there was no need to look behind me because I already knew what was in that direction. Therefore, I was surrounded only by stones. A breathe was released from between my lips due to my frustration.
Once I was able to get to my feet, I saw what the rocks so cleverly covered from my view. A mountain of some sort could be spotted from the horizon. Now, I am no expert but I have heard of runoff water. If I was to get to the bottom of that mound, it was very possible there was water below. Getting water is my number one thing to do in the arena. (Well, that and not to be murder by another tribute.) Therefore, I found my destination. With that thought, I rose to my feet once more and returned to my very clumsy stroll through the rock graveyard.
Not one stone was the same in this field. Some were smooth while others were quite jagged. A grabbed a small stone from the ground and placed it in my bag. Perhaps it appeared rather stupid gathering rocks. Well, I did make quite the spear back in my training session, therefore, I think I have a legit reason to collect rocks. I did have a weapon already but it is nice to have more than one on hand. Perhaps then, I could actually afford to lose a weapon. However, I really did not wish to misplace this Machete. It is a pretty badass knife.
The sun continued to cast it rays on my skin. Working on a farm for most of my life, I have gotten used to sweating so much. Herding cattle was hell in the blazing sun so this experience really isn’t that new to me. However, never had I ever had to control cows where a heavy sweatshirt. Thinking about this, I came to a halt and place my bag on a nearby border. The hoodie pulled at my already knotted hair as it came above my head. Doing so, my black undershirt was forced upward as well. It did not go far, however it did allow her to expose her pale stomach. After shoving my hoodie into my bag, I continued my stroll to be possible death.