Recieving End [Day 1]
Jun 4, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
Post by rook on Jun 4, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
p a n d o r a + w o o d a r d s
a warning to the people
the good and the evil
this is war
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Oh sweet Ripred that was a mess. I cocked the Bloodbath up so much I'm kicking myself as I stumble through the overgrown trees of the Arena Jungle. Of course they chose to team up on me. I have no alliance, no friends and I got a big arrogant Nine in training. I was always a target. I'm dangerous, but alone. How did I imagine it to go? The Careers would take me in and let me get supplies? I was lucky to get any weapon at all.
I swear under my breath as I crash into the branches around me, making no attempts to be subtle. My leg was slashed by that Walker kid. Then Elon, the party guy, I thought he was alright up until he stuck a knife into my forearm. Ripred isn't favoring me today. The wound in my arm is much worse than I thought originally, I need some bandages fast, else I'm going to lose a lot of blood. Then that District Six moron Cyrus launched a harpoon at me. My word, everyone wants me dead.
I stop for a minute's breather. I'm a good distance away from the beach - not the other tributes - but away from chaos. I gather my thoughts. The arena isn't too bad, I can deal with the beach and trees, at least there are resources. The weapon is a very pirate-like Rapier. It's a beautiful sword, the hand-guard is a stunning gold and the blade infinitely long. No doubt I've picked one of the best weapons in there. I saw Moreno with an Anchor and Chain, laughable against my quick blade.
My leg hurts from Walker's strike and running is painful. I limp to one side as I make progress more slowly. The adrenaline from the bloodbath is gone and the pain is starting to sink in. I wince and push through the undergrowth. Is anyone hunting me? I wonder where the Careers are? Jae, Stark, Walker and Elon. I knew that Mini-Mace was more than a good-guy looking to chill. The party must have been a ploy to get us to trust him. So much for trust.
I sit down and assess the wound on my leg. I'm not going to get very far with a limp. I put pressure on it and treat it with several massaging techniques that I learned in training. I stand up a few minutes later, it feels somewhat better.
My breath doesn't seem to slow as I make bad progress. I need water if I want to survive more than a few days, but I prioritize getting some aid for my arm, before it gets infected.
Are you watching Rubik? Are you watching me suffer? I think of my brother. I know he's rooting for me, urging me to find water or food. Or aid. I wince, but look to the sky for a moment with a smile. I wink at where I imagine a camera to be. Pandora may be in pain and wounded, but he's still got that charm. I chuckle and press on. Maybe some sponsors will come. I doubt it, I've been pretty useless in the half hour since the Games. I started as somewhat of a Dark Horse, now I'm just a dead kid walking. A lone wolf ready to be shot down. I have no doubts now that the Careers are on my tail.
Where is Destiny? I worry for the girl I met in training. I saw little of her in the scramble for my life, but somehow I know she's a fighter. She'll have allies, hopefully she'll come to my assistance. Ripred knows I'm in desperate need of aid. My leg is in agony and my arm won't stop bleeding. My Rapier is sheathed around my waist, I consider drawing it as precaution, but I hear no rustling or footsteps. I limp, staring at the ground. My game-plan is gone. I am alone. I am vulnerable. But I am very much dangerous.
[Pandora uses First Aid to help with the Bloodbath wounds, -3]
narrative
thoughts
personal speech
speech of others
singing
notes: yayPan.
theme: "This is War" - 30 Seconds to Mars.