mischief managed // atlas & castor blitz
Feb 6, 2017 2:35:15 GMT -5
Post by Python on Feb 6, 2017 2:35:15 GMT -5
castor karmichael
She didn’t care for parties. Tribute bonding, events, drinking – the whole lot of it sounded like a waste of time. She needed a circle of allies, and that was all. No matter the surplus of food, distractions, and extravagance, she could not forget why she was here and what would inevitably destroy her. You and Jano will be erased. After counting up the numbers, it was clear to the naked eye that making it out of this Game was practically impossible. Somehow, in some way, someone would stretch their lifespan to that end. Probably from dumb luck.
There were too many of them shoved into one room. Too many names, too many suicidal minds, and too many voices to remember. She had spent most of the day hoarding food instead of training or interacting with others. The past had already proven that nobody needed to learn how to stab people. Career or not, all it took was one fatal swipe. Anyone could pull it off. I have.
In the dead of night, she was sneaking off into the kitchens to scan their supply. After stealing and scavenging for so long, this place was like a treasure.
She halted when she spotted a silhouette, a figure that nearly blended with surrounding shadows. Their posture was suspicious – it wasn’t a Peackeeepers or authority figure. Who was it, then? A fellow tribute?
She cleared her throat to draw their attention.
”You look like you’re up to no good.”
