All The Colors of The Wind {Sage/Marcus} Day 2
Mar 12, 2017 13:28:57 GMT -5
Post by kap on Mar 12, 2017 13:28:57 GMT -5
The rage that had caused adrenaline to pump through Sage’s veins during the fight that he and Marcus had so recently escaped from was beginning to die down, at least slightly. Perhaps an all out brawl had been just what he needed to calm himself down. There had been two deaths; Pollux and Lori. He and Marcus had fought the two the day before, but this time, the girls didn’t survive. Sage was just grateful that he and his one locatable ally had. Still, they needed to find out where Seth was and meet back up with him, whether or not he was the reason for Affron’s death.
Sage wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, Seth had left Affron behind somewhere, wherever that may be, and that was why he was dead. Still, he couldn’t let that possibility stick in his mind. Maybe Seth had even tried to save Affron. Sage, however, had no way of knowing until they were reunited, and he certainly knew that Marcus wanted that reunion to happen, seeing as the two District Seven boys were so close to one another. Sage glanced over at his ally. Both of the boys were bloody and bruised from the fight, but they’d survived. They’d managed to get away from the area and find somewhere in the Paper Plains that they assumed safe and as soon as they got there, Sage received a sponsorship parachute.
As the silver parachute slowly descended to the ground in front of the remaining tribute from Twelve, he snatched it up and retrieved what was inside. There were four crayons labeled black, razzmatazz, cotton candy and granny smith apple. Most of the names were quite odd, but he was grateful to have them. After all, to Sage’s dismay, when they escaped their fight, all of their weapons melted.
That was when Sage took the black crayon and put the others away in his tote bag. On the paper ground, he drew a long staff, somewhat shorter than he was, and a curved blade at the top. It was a scythe. As it popped off of the white ground, he picked it up and looked it over. Not bad, he thought to himself.
“Marcus, do you have any crayons? We’ll need some new weapons,” he said to his ally.
Sage wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, Seth had left Affron behind somewhere, wherever that may be, and that was why he was dead. Still, he couldn’t let that possibility stick in his mind. Maybe Seth had even tried to save Affron. Sage, however, had no way of knowing until they were reunited, and he certainly knew that Marcus wanted that reunion to happen, seeing as the two District Seven boys were so close to one another. Sage glanced over at his ally. Both of the boys were bloody and bruised from the fight, but they’d survived. They’d managed to get away from the area and find somewhere in the Paper Plains that they assumed safe and as soon as they got there, Sage received a sponsorship parachute.
As the silver parachute slowly descended to the ground in front of the remaining tribute from Twelve, he snatched it up and retrieved what was inside. There were four crayons labeled black, razzmatazz, cotton candy and granny smith apple. Most of the names were quite odd, but he was grateful to have them. After all, to Sage’s dismay, when they escaped their fight, all of their weapons melted.
That was when Sage took the black crayon and put the others away in his tote bag. On the paper ground, he drew a long staff, somewhat shorter than he was, and a curved blade at the top. It was a scythe. As it popped off of the white ground, he picked it up and looked it over. Not bad, he thought to himself.
“Marcus, do you have any crayons? We’ll need some new weapons,” he said to his ally.
Sage Scarborough
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Receives 4 crayons from sponsorship
Draws a Black Scythe
Receives 4 crayons from sponsorship
Draws a Black Scythe
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