the first of our last days // TLD & Xanthus
Jul 19, 2013 14:24:03 GMT -5
Post by Python on Jul 19, 2013 14:24:03 GMT -5
Despite her unsuccessful return to the Cornucopia in search of leftover supplies, Locust found herself feeling pleased with her collection. She had the necessities; a medieval-looking weapon, a jacket for weather protection, an empty jug for water, gloves and combat boots for extra padding, a medical kit donated by generous sponsors, and even a jar of tar - a new addition to the Games that emerged the year before, when tributes lathered it on their weapons and lit them aflame to induce terror and pain. It was an ingenious concept that she would be sure to take advantage of once the next battle arrived, but for now she would store her beneficial items for later.
Her most severe of wounds had been cleaned and well-attended to thanks to herself and Opal’s experience in first-aid. The use of a needle and thread or bandages might finish the job completely, but she felt no need to waste such valuable supplies on a wound that was already healing. Since she had not been the one to find the Cornucopia’s treasures she would have to use her supplies wisely. ”Opal?” she called out, stepping into the clearing where she had left her allies not long ago. Drace and Xanthus were still present and still in horrid condition, but for the most part the bleeding in their nastiest injuries had subsided. ”You two look better,” she stated placidly as she set her rucksack down and took a seat beside them.
”I found nothing useful at the Cornucopia, as expected,” she continued with the slightest of grimaces, recalling how empty the Cornucopia had appeared upon her return. There had been one thing worth the trip, however, and she pulled it out of her bag the moment she remembered Yaa’s contagious laughs. ”Except this.” She held up the walkie talkie for all to observe, though she would not let them touch it. ”It isn’t much, but I do plan to use it.” She did not state why because there was no reason to. Her relationships and her truces were her business, not theirs. ”Tonight I’ll put it to the test.” As she dropped the device into her rucksack once again a cannon disrupted her thoughts as well as the ghost of a smile that had begun crossing her features. Another corpse to add to the bundle; the eighth one, to be precise. She silently hoped for more.
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