The thread in which Dante becomes Stark's Bish
Jun 6, 2012 22:15:45 GMT -5
Post by Snakebird on Jun 6, 2012 22:15:45 GMT -5
I'm running, speeding through the palm forest as fast as my legs can go. My arm dangles beside me, broken and annoyingly useless. Just like me. I got out of there with only a weapon and a ton of injuries. I'm a pathetic excuse for a career, and I don't deserve this spot. Someone else would be better. My heart rate speeds up out of rage at myself, and my stomach wound starts bleeding more. I move quickly to sit under a tree, and cover it with my hand. My pike drops to the ground, and a small amount of sand flies into the air, light glinting off of the particles. The sight of them brings my mood up a little bit, and the bleeding slows down a tiny amount.
I remember how the first person to attack me was my district partner. She was a dirty, filthy whore. She had turned on me just like that, and I hadn't even done anything wrong. Luckily, Stark looked like she had been faring well, and I was glad to see that. I hoped that she would find me, because my prospects would be even better with her around. She is a great ally, a good fighter, and very attractive. It's nice to have a hot girl around, even if you don't have a chance.
While I was waiting for Stark, I needed to do something productive. I begin to apply pressure to the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding. I realize I need to do something about my arm. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and if I don't do something soon it will be even more painful for the rest of the games. My hand wraps around it, and I push hard, trying to set the bone. I think it works, and I stand up. My arm is in much less pain, letting me resume my badass status. I grab my pike, and begin clearing out a bit of underbrush, hoping to kill a small animal. I could still swing it with my good arm, it just wasn't as powerful.
[dice=2]
(2=failure)
There is nothing there apparently, or I'm just really bad at hunting. It has to be the first one, because I'm good at everything. I mean everything. I stand there looking for signs that prove me right, when I hear a noise in the underbrush off to my left, on the bad side. I whip my head around, grabbing the pike in the process. I set it up so that anyone running at me might be impaled on the pike. I cradle it in my good arm, and wait for the tribute to emerge from the forest.
(Dante uses First Aid) [/color][/blockquote][rand=8829338506329805865545113803818894275483256205929957496016286314]