Throwing in the towel(s) [Dymas; D4m; Oneshot]
Feb 11, 2018 13:56:32 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 11, 2018 13:56:32 GMT -5
 Dymas Nyx District 4 "District one." "District two and seven." "And district six." Four tributes tried to have their way with me, along with some other girl to whom I never even noticed her face. She was just a blur to me and not all that important in the long run. It was to be expected that the lower districts would try to take me away from this earthly plain, but my fellow careers? The other two that come from districts that are favorites of the capitols? I understand that the seven girl didn't mean to run into me, but that boy - that other career boy that tried to hurt me as if I was standing in his way to victory, meant to cause harm. He tried, I'll admit. I showed him who I was. I dodged his attack, making him the laughing stock of his district because he couldn't hit a moving target. I guess it really don't matter where you come from. If you are seen as a threat, then you are going to be attacked. Maybe my fellow careers saw something else in that four I received. Perhaps they assumed I held back when I could have earned a higher number, scaring them? Come on. You did your best, it just wasn't what they wanted. They don't know that though. I hold my head up high, running as far as I could to get away from that chaos behind me. Without me there, they had to find new targets. They wouldn't be using me for a pin cushion anymore. I have no relation to any of them, barely even took notice of any except that Aeson guy. He was the only one I dealt with during training. He is on my radar. Him and the rest of these tributes - no more fun loving Dymas from here on out. "Watch your back, Aeson. I'll be right there." I huff as the icy air around me began to deplete my lungs into a frozen mess. I cough, sputtering as the infectious air made my lungs hurt. I'm not used to this, not in the least. I was born into the district where salty sea air coats my lungs and dances on my skin. Where the warm waves would play with my hair and its waters would heal my wounds and ease my mind. There's non of that here, unfortunately. Here? "It's just a fucking winter hell-land." I groan. I slow to a moderate pace, my feet kicking up snow all the while. "Whoever likes snow is fucking crazy." I curse, without the fear of my mothers swatting my ears for such language. Without them here, I'm sure that my freedom will only be short lived. I begin to wonder, as the stale cold air picks up a different scent all together. Almost like a warm moist aroma catches my senses. Curiosity always kills me, it's just who I am though. I follow the trail. There's something dangerous about the comfort I am being drawn to, but would I sooner allow the tributes to cast me into damnation or whatever beauty that the capitol might captivate me with? "I'm all yours. Drown me with your pleasures." My voice is taunting, whispered versions of a tone I once would never lower. Steam rises from several areas in front of me in a matter of moments. Beautiful steam of a hot spring that one would most certainly walk away from in light of the current position, has me even more attentive to it. Almost like a kid to chocolate, I cross slowly, edging my way over to the nearest bath and bend. My fingers reach into the water first, feeling the heat. It taunts me so much. Bath towels lay beside each little pool of hot steamy goodness. I shake my head at the tempting troubled waters. "Not today Satan." I call out and my fingers rest upon the terry cloth towels that one would want to use after such a luxurious bath. Maybe, if the tributes were stupid enough to strip down and soak into the waters, they would most certainly be asking for a death wish. Hyperthermia would set in so fast after getting out, not to mention burning their delicate skin without knowing how hot it really was. Instead, I look to each pool and each place setting of the towels. "I'm doing you a favor, dear tributes. Because each and every one of you deserve to fight me one on one. Not to die of stupid mistakes. That's my job. Not yours." And with each pool that I pass, the towels are dropped into the sweltering waters, floating for fun as I take cover behind one of the last pools in the line. "I'm safe Angel." I give a thumbs up, unsure if that will give him any sign of my well being. "Not doing too bad. A few bruises." I talk below a whisper and look to my arms. The purple hues starting to shine through already, and the bump on the back of my head twinging just slightly. None of that mattered the moment a tinkering noise caught my attention. My vision settled to the sky, wondering what that could symbol until I noticed the parachute, well rounded and quite large for anything I could have done to deserve it. It landed peacefully in the snow, the chute gliding down to the ground, covering it and camouflaging it from my sights if I hadn't known it was there. A grin appeared on my lips and I surveyed the area before whisking it into my arms and settling back to the backside of the pool, concealed. Inside, I found a note that read: Takes courage to go alone. Care package to keep you safe. Another thumbs up gave away my appreciative thanks as I surveyed the contents. Now all I had to do was stay alive. I could handle that. |
[Dymas uses Camoflauge]
[Dymas receives Climbing peg]
[Dymas receives Canteen]
[Dymas receives Bag]
[Dymas receives Ski Goggles]
[Dymas receives Iodine Tablets]
