{between two lungs} ivy/ezra/meela

MEELA AHLI BIRDBROOK.

MEELA AHLI BIRDBROOK.

MEELA AHLI BIRDBROOK.

Silent breathing still rings in my ears as I shuffle away from the beautiful manslaughter that the cornucopia played host to. I can still see the sweat of the ravenous, or perhaps only determined, tributes as they hack away at the lives we so carefully constructed. My fears have not left my trembling knees full of vacancy, but rather have followed my stiff-form as I ran (more like stumbled really) for my life down the ragged cliff and through the pit of stringy scales and sharp teeth. Twin, stinging marks of pain welcome me with every panicked step I take, the constant twinge becoming a constant reminder of this sadistic greetings into the game.

My faults are displayed for the entire nation to see as I flee from the ruthless cacophony, of the gloom of death the Gamemakers tried to disguise with neon-happy colors. I am weaponless, my alliance is dead, turned on by a cold pack of wolves, and once again I am alone. Bravery did not meet me on today's battlefield, yet, even now I still willingly run into my fate.

I hear the voices before their meaning registers with my heart-beat clustered ears. Two girls, unnoticed by anyone but themselves. and me. My body stutters to a halt, a good distant away from their moonlit outlines. The moon still reaches the dark hell of the Gamemaker's latest masterpiece, and the austere atmosphere is not unlike the quiet sky of my first meeting with the once-strong career I had hoped to call my friend or was it more?. He had already disappeared into the memories of games past, and I now carried the decision of their future.

Time always had its way with things, and it seemed that my quiet thoughts had not gone unnoticed. A parachute...or was it two? floated from an invisible abyss of their safety and landed between the risky-presence of two, nearly defeated girls and my own solitary statue. I glance at them, warily, before crawling, hands and knees, towards the teasing packages. The first gift holds nothing more than a water jug of blue and white, dry and brittle on the inside without even the slightest hint of the clear substance I had already begun to crave.

The second, only concealed by a thin paper-dusting of Capitol precision, contains a prize much more coveted. A knife, thin and jagged, not unlike the brutes I had eyed on my way into the mess the bloodbath had created. It was too late for them, or perhaps they were too righteous for me. But this...this slender monster was all mine, sent because of the support of someone I would likely never know. I suppose I should feel more gratitude to them, maybe through a kiss to the sky and a subtle 'thank you', but my nerve could only be extended so far.

The strangers still tore each others weaknesses as they tested the deep waters of trust and friendship. Perhaps my feeble attempt to emerge myself into their veneer, shallow conversation with my nervous offer of peace would only serve to motivate them. I did not know how they would respond. The shadowed girl from twelve looked weak enough, and I was confident I could take her broken shell with my still pure blade, but could I combat the armored girl whose heavy flail greeted its fair share of tributes? I had watched, motionless, as she greeted my fair partner in crime, the only being I had come to trust in this game of wonder and bloodlust. Would she do the same to me?

I had no time to consider the consequences, for the moon had drifted in its focus and its blue-rays rested upon my shoulders. I know they can see the glow of my too-bright clothes even as I now try desperately to escape the sultry night's reflection of a faraway sun.

"You've caught me." I manage to croak as I step into their circle of obedience to the grand arena master, I know what they are doing. "I'm not going to hurt you." I whisper as I clutch my knife between trembling fingers," as long as you don't attack me of course."

The final decision rested between the couple, and I bowed my head in respect as I left room for thought. We can't jump into this alone, He whispers in my ear, like a guardian angel, like he has become part of my soul ever since he physically departed from this world. I know I can trust him.

"I'm Ezra." I say as a way of introduction (such a strange formality in a time like this), "I want to help you."

[Ezra collects the sponsorship gifts of a knife and an empty water jug]

ooc: written by thesexygorgeousamazing meghan, because we needed to post somethiiing.

Before I can even comprehend what the hell is going on, someone leaps from the abyss and drags their sword along the side of my neck. Owen Rook is all I can manage in my haze to escape his revenge-fueled clutches.

"I'll meet up with you." I mouth to the poor girls whose moment I had just intruded on. My legs have never flied so fast from someone's blade before. Run, Ezra, Run! The ghost whispers.

[Ezra flees the thread]

ooc: written by thesexygorgeousamazing meghan, because we needed to post somethiiing.