buried in the sand :: olivia and abel :: blitz

Olivia's fingers pulled the tiny string around the edge of the bow's end, working endlessly on the trap that she had planned. It wasn't too hard to put together, but the fact that tying the knot with very little pull was making it difficult. Then again, she kept a level head, and a quiet demeanor as she worked feverishly on trying to get that tiny string through the hole and enough to pull it tight. A voice chimes in, distracting her from the now, making the string she'd been working on for over ten minutes slip from her fingers and the bow released itself and reformed back into a horizontal wooden slab.

"What are you doing." She grumpily asks, before she turns to meet the guy who is giving her an offer. With raised eyebrows, she surveys the boy. "Why do you want that offer, Ten?"

To Olivia, a person is only a number. The only ones that has been given rights to names are her own allies. This boy isn't one of them even if she knew his name. In the games, it's all business. Though, her mind is calculating an idea and she quickly changes her attitude toward the boy. "Sure. I thinks that's only fair."