The Verge of an Emergency // [3/4 BARFs]
Jun 18, 2015 18:16:52 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 18, 2015 18:16:52 GMT -5
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CIRCE LYON | |
Her heart slammed against her rib cage, harder than it had before the Bloodbath countdown. Then, she had been Jaime, trapped in a glass coffin. Now, she stood at the edge of the car, holding onto Nat and Orion with either hand. “On three,” she yelled above the screaming wind. Her heat raced ahead of the count, galloping away, looking for another way off. But there was no guarantee that wherever the train stopped would be a good place for them to spend the night. This was as good a plan as any they’d had. Which was to say it was total shit. “One, Two…” She stepped forward the space between two and three, but her body did not move against the weight of Nat's hand, holding firm. On her other side, she felt only air. "ORION!" She screamed into the emptiness, her voice matching the squeal of the tracks. She leapt after him. When she fell, she did not think about perfecting her landing or protecting her many injuries. She watched the shadow beneath her, Orion Hammerfell tumbling down and down. Circe landed on her right knees and shoulder. She rolled forward awkwardly, lacking the grace to bring herself to her feet while protecting her chest and jaw from further injury. She stumbled, pushing herself to halt with raw palms. When she finally found the balance to stand and turn, she had only one thing left on her mind. "You are not leaving me," she hissed at Nat Krigel, more of a threat than an offer of comfort. "And we are going to find La Torre and Orion. Today." Not a question. Not a request. A decision. She needed to find La Torre, the last person to speak to Elya, and Orion Hammerfell, the only person who could save her from herself. WIP Turbines Net RE WIP | |
district 2 female of the 70th Hunger Games |