`` i thirst for {real} blood // bb vs hb
Jul 5, 2014 19:15:26 GMT -5
Post by aya on Jul 5, 2014 19:15:26 GMT -5
Cowboy Dan Johnwayne
slow walk
it's land mine
it's coal mine
it's a bad thought
on the way to god don't know
it's land mine
it's coal mine
it's a bad thought
on the way to god don't know
The previous evening's anthem revealed no surprises to the Cowboy of District Two. He vaguely remembered an interaction with the girl during training — she'd been mouthy and willful, but he'd told her point-blank what was going to happen to her in the arena. (He'd also stated his preference to do the deed himself, but was not miffed to see it done by other hands.) And the boy, well, it was more surprising when District Twelve made it past the second day, especially as of late. Their winning streak that had ended a decade prior was a fluke that he suspected the poorest district was unlikely to replicate for centuries to come.
Dan would be blatantly lying if he said he gave half a shit. The career boy rose before the sun, methodically stretching each of his muscles before the heat became too oppressive. They were guarding the arena's only source of water, so in theory he ought to have some warm bodies to bury his axe in — particularly in an arena as dry and dusty as the one they had been stuck in.
The morning turned up nothing of note, however. So as the sun came up, Dan was left sitting on the edge of their still-stuck wagon, picking his teeth with a particularly large splinter he'd peeled off of the wood. His axe rested by his side, ever-ready to find flesh. Truth be told, the career was getting restless. He often caught himself jumping to battle at the smallest sight of motion, axe in hand, only to find out he'd charged half a hundred meters to slay some tumbleweed or dust devil. Quietly swearing, he returned to the shade time and time again, only growing more eager and more anxious to make something bleed.
He suspected that his anxiousness was setting his allies on edge, but Dan did not give the smallest of shits. A full day had passed since they'd seen any other tributes, and the cowboy's bloodlust had only burned hotter since they'd ruined the pair of two-headed snakes the day prior.
This was no false alarm, though — there were real, actual tributes in front of him. He bared his teeth, and, with a whoop, he brought his axe down.
[attacks Sonja, axe]
xbVW4u0laxe
[ 11103 | Deep Gash on Right Bicep | 8.0 ]
{bleed for me}
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