Cutting The Ties (Day 6; M vs. A vs. S)
Nov 19, 2011 9:53:24 GMT -5
Post by charade on Nov 19, 2011 9:53:24 GMT -5
Sawyer Monaghan
"When you're on the ice, you have very little time, you see very little, and everything happens really quick.-Steve Yzerman
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I'm cold. Like cheeth-tattering cold. Wait. That doesn't sound right. Whatever. I can't think straight anyway. The cold saps my alertness, my strength. Would it be better to just lie down and let the snow take me? No. No It wouldn't because I don't feel like being molested by Jack frost. Shut up brain! Concentrate on staying warm; and while you're at it, why don't you take a long at the anthem that's being displayed? The first face is that of the buff career I saw dead earlier today. It would seem that he was from district two. No shortage of muscle-bound blokes in that district eh?
He is followed by the girl from four; the one whom Alexander slew with a single stroke. Of course, at the time, she looked like she was on her last legs, but maybe that's beside the point. Maybe. At any rate the final face is one that I know quite well. or at least one that I think I knew well enough. Charas. This anthem picture really brings out her eyes. It could be my imagination at work again but I almost felt like she was watching me from that picture. Its kind of... creepy, actually. Best not to dwell on it. This cold is really screwing with me. Hopefully some sleep will do me good. Yeah.. so...some sleep..*******
I awake, not sure if it is morning, but not sure if I care, because my sleep has been disturbed by a cacophony of sound. And the good kind. No, it sounds like every unholy splice of animal around us is hungry for some meat. And seeing as how I don't have food, I can see how the mutts might to inclined to, well...eat me. Today's special: Tenderized Mace steak with a side of seven dressing salad ala Alex, followed by a nice warm slice of three-layer vanilla frosted Sawyer. Hahah- Yeah. No. Brain? Didn't I tell you to shut up?If that(Shall we call it a menu?) wasn't horrible enough, my brain directs me towards an uncomfortable euphemism involving sausages and the mutts thoroughly enjoying them. Time to stop thinking now.
Time to do what I did in the bloodbath. React.
I run, desperate to escape the sound of slavering creatures. my feet pounding the snow covered tundra in rhythm with the pair I have been traveling with. Because they were escaping too. It takes some time; and yet not as much time as I had remembered, to cross the area and find ourselves at the frozen river. I stop to take a breath, wondering if I should say my thought about not wanting to get eaten out loud, however, anything I wanted to say is cut off by a strange cracking sound. A cracking sound? I stare in horror as the ice beneath my begins to show lines of spiderweb cracks. The gamemakers must really want some action today.
Fear lends speed to my flight, and I continue my mad dash,trying my hardest to get to the other bank. My persistence is rewarded with not even getting my feet wet. I sure hop the people enjoyed this, because I will not be doing it again. Hopefully. I am finally able to stop and catch my breath; something I do with much relief. The ice below me seems a little weird though. Like.. it's not frozen as deep as the river? Just where exactly am I? And why does it look like the water is moving underneath the ice? That's generally not a good sign. Hopefully these snowshoes of mine will evenly distribute my weight out. They have to be good for something right? I'm glad that I'm not huge like Mike smith was. That guy would sink like a bodybuilding rock here.
I push the thought from my mind, knowing it is likely that we were pushed here to fight. other tributes are undoubtedly in the area. If where we were was destroyed, I'm sure the same has happened elsewhere. That's how its happened in past games at least. A quick scan of the surrounding area reveals... no one. Odd.
Who are we supposed to fi-
Oh.
That can't be it can it? I mean I figured we might have to do this if mutts or other tributes didn't do the job, but...right now? Oy. I look uncertainly at Mace and Alexander, unsure of their intentions and their thoughts. I wonder if it has dawned on them yet; or if they planned this somehow. Why is it so hard to trust people these days? I guess I can't. Who knows what they might do?
Well. There's no use in waiting around to see who they decide to attack first."Let's get on with it then."I mutter morosely as my head is peppered with hail from a newly appearing storm cloud. Wonderful. I draw a throwing knife and aim and Mace before stopping myself and shaking my head. Didn't he tell me to pick on someone my own size the other day? I think that's what I'll do.
[Attacks Alexander]
[dice=200+9000]
Shallow Cut on Calf -- 3.5 damage
I'm not big on revenge, but I have to admit, it's kind of satisfying to see him bleed. "Don't think I've forgotten," I say rather airily, with just a hint of spite. My misgivings a minute ago are rapidly disappearing. "that you're the one the who killed Charas. This was inevitable."