{The Burden} Day 7 Razor/Aenor Fight
Aug 16, 2011 20:22:00 GMT -5
Post by charade on Aug 16, 2011 20:22:00 GMT -5
Razor Creel
"I felt the ground start to shake. Oh God, oh God, Everything's up in flames."
Saskia and his father had bickered long through the course of day. Razor kept silent. It bothered him that they were fighting about him. It also bothered him more that he could hear both of them as well, but he tried not to dwell on that line of thinking because they both got mad at him whenever he told them to cut it out. Eventually Razor had decided to stop walking and turn in for the night. There was only three other tributes out there, and he doubted that any of them were capable of sneaking up on him.
"I prayed that it would have ended Just as fast, just as fast as it came."
The symbol of the capitol lit up the night sky and graced Razor with a single face, that of the district six male tribute. With that annoyance out of the way that meant that his only remaining opponents were the blonde girl from three, Seaweed Sandshore, and Lethe. It was impossible to know if the Tall tribute and the blonde girl were still traveling together, but he hoped not. Two tributes were much harder to deal with than one. Who knew what the morrow would bring? Death for some people for certain.
"All I could hear was: "March on, march on. Quick on your feet,
Sleep overtook him eventually. While he slept he had a dream. In the dream he was swimming in the river, catching and eating raw fish. The same kind of fish that had so rudely devoured one of the fingers the other day. It tasted good. But then he was completely submerged. Water. Water entering his body from every which way. Drowning him. Dragging him into the dark. Cold. Wet. Razor awoke with a start. Water was all around him, pouring out of the sky and running down his body in rivulets. Where had it all come from? never mind that, where to go now? Struggling to his feet, he looked at the sky. The sun, if that really was the sun, was rising and a torrential downpour from nowhere was ruining the ground, turning the earth into a brownish sludge.
"March on, march on. Whether you like or not, March on, march on!"
The liquid was everywhere and Razor thought it wise to seek out cover from the weather. As quickly as he could, he made his way deeper into the light jungle area. Hopefully the foliage would grant him some cover. The voices that pestered him had yet to bother him this day, and he was glad for it. Voices made terrible company. Soon It came to his attention that the landscape around him had changed. Sparse flora gave way to a dense canopy of trees. The rain was only a trickle here, splattering Razor's face in indeterminate drizzles.
Heads will roll, bullets will fly. We've all been turned into blood thirsty cannibals.
Just don't close your eyes! Just don't close your eyes, Sleep with one open!
Stopping to catch his breath, Razor was surprised to see a familiar plant. He recognized it as a medicinal herb, though he couldn't remember the name. It was growing in droves here. Why hadn't he thought to come to this area sooner? Happily uprooting the plants and stuffing them into his back, he yawned and wondered what his next move should be. The golden t-shirt that had been supplied to him from the capitol clung to his torso like a second skin. That wouldn't do. Peeling the shirt off, he draped it over the low hanging branch of nearby tree. Hopefully it would dry soon. Come to think of it, his shorts were rather soaked as well. Decisions, Decisions.
"Everything's put into perspective When you're staring down the barrel of a gun.
I've come to peace with the fact that I can't take it back, What's done is done!"
He decided against removing his trousers. He was alone in jungle, except for the dozens of hidden cameras, and he wasn't sure if he was completely comfortable with exposing himself to all of Panem.
True, some people would appreciate such a stunt, but it was kind of cold. Anyway, he would have plenty of opportunities to expose himself once he got back to district two. How had he forgotten about the fame and glory that accompanied being the victor? Too much feeling sorry for himself he supposed. He laughed. how absurd of him to lose sight of the goal over a... girl. is mirthful laughter changed it's tone and became quiet sobbing. There was no way around it. He was going insane. He was going insane and he had developed an attachment to a smart mouthed blind girl from district nine. No one had warned him that developing feelings for someone had side effects that included, but were not limited to: heartache, uncontrollable crying, generally mixed up emotions. Not that he hadn't known that a likely side effect of being in the arena was death. He just didn't know it would hurt so bad.
"But the bodies still haunt my dreams, Oh, the bodies still haunt my dreams.
The bodies still haunt my dreams, and they always will!
Feeling exhausted again , he left his shirt to dry and shimmied up the tree. A nap sounded good now. It would ease his tired mind. After a few minutes he dozed off. Dreams again. Dreams he killed Saskia. Dreams were she tortured him. It was worse when she morphed into his father and berated him for not manning up sooner. He jerked awake at the sound of a noise. Looking down from his perch, he spotted a flash of blond hair moving around below him. Well. It would appear that a female had found him. Uncanny. Briefly, he toyed with the idea of hopping down and introducing himself. But who was he kidding? It wasn't as if he was feeling particularly chivalrous anyway. He drew his blade and launched himself at the person on the ground.
"Words can't describe the guilt that I felt, But I had no choice."
[dice=200+1000]
[Miss 0.0]
" Finish what you started, Just remember you can't bring them back."
Such a pity that he had misjudged the distance. The strike went wide and didn't go anywhere near hitting the girl. Bother. Razor gave a gentlemanly bow to the girl, who was from district three if his anthem counting was correct. "Hello Miss. My name is Razor Creel. Could I have the pleasure of your name?" He glanced at the bag she was carrying and saw several things poking out. "My what a collection of items you have there. Been hunting our fellow tributes? Not very nice. I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate what you have there." "Uh Razor, what are you doing?"Razor rolled his eyes. 'Hush Saskia. I'm trying to keep my opponent off balance with witty banter and masculine charm." The girl payed him no attention. "I'm sorry, what was your name miss? Miss?"he waved a hand at her but she didn't seem to know he was there. How rude.
"How many of them will be forgotten,
Laying among the ashes?"
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