[M:2982250]
sour grapes. [kiara vs brewbird]
Feb 26, 2012 22:28:18 GMT -5
Post by Lulu on Feb 26, 2012 22:28:18 GMT -5
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directly behind me and ahead of the time
but don't you worry he'll fall right in line
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It was almost like going on a scavenger hunt, moving through this arena, searching for something different every time. Sometimes food. Water. Plants. Tributes to kill. Tributes to run from. Gamemaker traps. And every place she looked was different, vastly different; so far she hadn't entered a single tower that resembled another. It must have taken months, even years of work for the Gamemakers to put together something so complex - but Kiara wasn't about to commend them for their genius. No, not when they're trying to kill me.
There was one common thing the District Eleven tribute consistently hunted for every time she inspected a new tower: trees. The past two days she'd found some, yes - she'd even camped out in one the previous afternoon until the massive sandstorm outside in the deep red dunes had subsided - but they'd been jungle-like, not the type of tree she was most familiar with. It was disappointing; more than anything she'd have liked to be in a place somewhat familiar, after dealing with nothing but a whirlwind of foreign locations full of people and things that wanted nothing more than for her to die. But that was too much to ask for here, clearly; especially since this latest tower she'd come across still did not contain any familiar trees. Or trees at all, really.
But she did recognize it immediately, being from District Eleven. Rows and rows of grape-bearing vines lined the grassy ground, perfectly uniform, standing straight and proud. Blue and purple and maroon bunches of the little grapes clustered together among the leaves, looking plump and juicy and inviting. True, she wasn't extremely familiar with vineyards - she and her parents had always worked more in the fruit-bearing orchards back home - but she knew what they looked like. And at that moment it didn't matter if there were trees or not, because she was hungry, and those grapes looked fantastic.
Neglecting to take any precautions not to make noise or remain inconspicuous, Kiara rushed for the first vine she saw and stripped it of a handful of deep blue grapes. It had been an awful decision not to be quiet, though, for as she made to pop a few in her mouth she heard a rustling sound from somewhere behind her. Alarmed and cursing her lack of prudence, the dark-haired girl spun around, hatchet in hand, to face her assailant...and found herself face to face with what looked like a deep purple peacock. It might've been harmless - it didn't look particularly vicious - but instinct told her that this was a trick of the Gamemakers. And she wasn't going to fall for it.[attacks brewbird, hatchet]
[dice=200+11000]
[dg right calf 8]
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yep, everything just might fly by
no one's getting blamed this time
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[/color]yep, everything just might fly by
no one's getting blamed this time
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