My Boy Builds Coffins {Avon Day 1}

No nonsense voice
Talking
Doing
Deep thought
Hearing
Singing

Fuck it hurt.

The pain was burning in the slow way that embers continue to do so for hours, and hours. It was ridiculous because f she had been home, it could have been set back together pretty easily. But no, she was stuck in the games, and at this point, she sort of just wanted to cut her foot off with the end of the voulge. She had an extra leg anyway. Of course, that was a joke. Avon Lightwood isn't that stupid, I mean come on. She paused, leaning on the leg, her other hand holding herself steady with the voulge that had already killed two. It was like a scythe, the way it whistle through the air so easily, but it didn't cut wheat, or grass, it cut necks and other appendages. She decided to name it, Lamp. It was named after the lamp in the library, and after lalia and shrimp.

Working her way forward again, she came over a dune and found a tall tower, well, what looked to be a tower. She hoped that there would be wood there. She could get some to start a fire, head over to a water source, and have a drink. She didn't trust the arena to not boil her water before drinking. If she wanted to survive, she couldn't be stupid. If she died from not boiling water, her siblings might actually murder her. Grimacing, she slowly made her way to the tower, wary of traps or things trying to grab her ankles out of the sand. Except she could just reach down with Dominic's arm and give it a good 'How do you do?' Dominic was dead now. She didn't know how many hadn't made it. She suspected a lot of them.

She had eaten in the same room as those people for a week, had studied their silent features. She had even done stations with some of them, had watched their soft smile, or grins of determination. And some of them were dead. She had killed two of them herself, murdered them. She didn't deserve to win this thing even if she wanted to, not someone so tainted as her. Didn't mean that she wasn't going to try winning. What was first and foremost for Avon was getting back home to her siblings. She would do what it took to get back to them, whether that meant murdering everyone, even murdering her humanity in the process, she would do it. It was simply sinking more into stone, and she had gone so far down already, did it really matter much?

Reaching the tower, she entered. It seemed to be some type of wood. There was a lot of little sticks all over, and it seemed pretty vast. But she decided that it would probably be best to stay on the fringes, get her wood and leave. It was pretty eerie, and she didn't really like it at all here. Call it what you will, it was creepy as fuck. She picked up enough wood to last her a good while. It was difficult due to the fact that her shin complained with every move. She stumped her way through it however, and tried not to show the camera how much pain she was really in. Harder than it looked, that's how she would describe it. Of course, she still had breathing and walking going for her. That was something, There was always something.

After a moment, she finally let's out a long sigh and let's herself sink down to the ground for a few precious moments. It's instant relieve on her leg, and a soft moan gets let out as well with the release before she firmly clamps her mouth shut. She takes a moment to actually look at what she has in her bag now that she has a moment, and is under at least some cover. What she has is pretty good. Enough bandage to keep her wrapped up pretty well. The water jug would be helpful. She couldn't say the same for the earmuffs however, and she wasn't too sure about the sunscreen. She dabbed some carefully on her face anyway. It wouldn't really do to burn after all. After those few moments of a rest, she stood up once again and left the thicket, too suspicious of the darkness within to find water there.

ooc: Avon now has firewood, and has also put on a bit of sunscreen.