the good the bad and the ugly [3some vs Vargas Gang]
Jul 12, 2014 10:56:37 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jul 12, 2014 10:56:37 GMT -5
Erebus Turner
knife
The anthem was uneventful. Two faces the boy hardly remembered ever seeing period much less in the Games. Despite their time in the Arena, Erebus had only seen Nocturne since the Bloodbath. It wasn't lonely, Nocturne always had words to fill the air or some story to tell that didn't make much sense.
Sleep came easily with a stomach full of water and the next morning the Turner boy awoke feeling surprisingly fresh and energetic. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this, it was probably before the Reaping when he wasn't crying his eyes out every day. He hadn't cried in at least a day now, but that could have been from the lack of water. Can't cry if you have no tears, can you?
Or it was something else, maybe Erebus was becoming a stronger person? Ehhh, debatable. The boy had been walking around with Nocturne Vargas for three days, that alone could make someone feel like doing something risky. Not to mention the whole Arena setting and lack of proper nutrition and the unbearable heat combined together in a nice mental cocktail. Cocktails, those were those things the Capitol people drank at Lethe's parties. Mother never let him have one, but they had the most gorgeous colors...
The Vargas' gang streak of peace (if you can call devil spiders peace) had been broken. As three tributes made their way into the abandoned settlement, Erebus' first reaction was to grab the hilt of his knife. If this had happened the first day of the Games, the boy would have dived under the desk in the sheriff's office and waited until they left. Times had changed and this town was Vargas-Turner property and it was only big enough for one alliance.
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[Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage]