Head Up [Quest & Shy Day 1]
Oct 30, 2018 13:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 13:38:17 GMT -5
Quest Hertz
When you take my hand
I realize I can be who I am
'Cause I'll be alright
As long as I'm leaving with you
When you take my hand
I realize I can be who I am
'Cause I'll be alright
As long as I'm leaving with you
I didn’t look back toward the parking lot to get a sense of who might be following. I did notice that there wasn’t a single cannon, and so it’s still twenty-two other kids aside from me and Shy. Never in my life did I think I was going to be apologizing to my P.E. teacher for not taking her seriously, but today was that day. My lungs burned with all the fury my legs didn’t have, and though I kept pressing one foot in front of another, metaphorically I wished that I could die. Focus. What was it that they were telling us about direction? Maybe my one hadn’t been such a mistake. I was empty handed, with a child of a career, and had no freaking clue what I was going to do next.
The tarmac gave way to sand and dirt, with blips of figures in the distance. Shy is heavier than I expected while I push the cart, and gave a last good shove. I ambled down to a walk, and after another ten steps, hunched over with my hands on my knees. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I hadn’t died in the first few minutes (albeit for some of the kids clearly having seen me as an easy target); Shy had listened to me, even when the two of us owed each other nothing; I think this may have been the longest distance I ever tried to run without being chased by some sort of law enforcement. I spat out onto the sand and brought my arms up over my head to help steady the dizziness.
“Holy shit.” I took another breath and laughed, my cheeks flushed red. I brought my hands to my eyes and shook my head. “Holy fuck balls.” I wonder if the capitol censors this on certain channels, or if people will get to see me meltdown in HD glory. “We made it out.” It’s the tiniest of victories, but enough for me to crack a smile. “I can’t believe it. I thought one of us was going to get our throats slit or something.” I move to keep walking – hell, even I know there’s no staying put in this place – and give him a once over.
“Welp. I guess this is where we say 'smell you later,' right?” And truth be told, it was for the best. I didn’t need some kid farting up my space, making me feel guilty about the poor decisions I intended to make, and ultimately going down with this hot mess of a ship. Then again – neither of us seemed the type that was going to last long out in this arena on our own. Or you could not be a selfish asshole and take care of him, and maybe live a little longer yourself. It was probably that I was so close to actual death that I suddenly had developed some sort of conscience. Typically the only reason I’d have thought of keeping him around was so that when a volley of arrows fell I could use his body as a shield while I ran away. But –
“Or… now, this is going to be crazy.” I stared off at the hills in the distance, rows and rows of little walls of what looked like curling vines. Already I wondered what kind of fresh horror they had waiting there, since paranoia typically helped in a place like this. “I could do everything I could to make sure you didn’t die. I mean – we’re all going to die at some point, but since we both volunteered for this it might make sense for us to be together.”
You don’t have to. I can survive on for a while. I can hide from everyone until they all die.
Oh for fuck’s sake. He thought he was going to be safe hiding from the other tributes? Had he even seen the hunger games before? Why was I wasting my time with this idiot – oh wait, he’s only freaking twelve. Is this what Ether went through when we were kids? Nah, I wasn’t that dumb.
“No, I don’t dingus- I don’t have to do anything but running away and hiding by yourself isn’t a way to go. We might as well enjoy whatever the hell this place is while keeping each other safe. Besides. Do you really want me as another enemy instead?” So help me I will wring his little neck if he thinks he can make it through this alone.
I-I mean we’re probably gonna end up fighting each other if we make it far enough. I do appreciate all the support though.
I should just walk away. I could get on by myself for a few days, easy. Wander around doing god knows what – maybe find a way to get a little drunk, get a little high, and then jump off a cliff somewhere. He didn’t need me, and unlike ninety percent of kids in this place, didn’t want an ally. Which I could even respect, because I hated people in general. They were absolutely the worst. I close my eyes, and try and figure out if I’m going to head left of him (was that west) or to the right, so that he could just keep moving forward.
“Well. Ugh. Well!” I threw my arms up toward the sky. This was the real hell, wasn’t it? Admitting in front of all those people that were watching what they didn’t deserve to know. “Maybe I don’t really want to do all this bullshit alone. And maybe I’m wrong thinking you can’t do this yourself. I mean you volunteered too.” He’s a damn career, so this was supposed to be in his blood, but it wasn’t in mine. I was all ash, lead, smoke, fire, and sound. This was a hell I’d picked to a quick end, rather than an eternity back home.
I don't know why I volunteered. I could be at home right now, doing my own thing. I could be living a completely normal life until I died. But I'm here now. Two heads are always better than one, especially when it comes to crap like this.
I cross my arms across my chest and shake my head with a shit eating grin. “You’re damn right two heads are better than right, dude! Yeah!” I reach up for a high five, and give a laugh. “I’m ride or die, we’re going to get through this until someone’s bashed my head in, but until then, let’s fucking get our shit together. Right?” I say, looking off at the hills before us.
The tarmac gave way to sand and dirt, with blips of figures in the distance. Shy is heavier than I expected while I push the cart, and gave a last good shove. I ambled down to a walk, and after another ten steps, hunched over with my hands on my knees. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I hadn’t died in the first few minutes (albeit for some of the kids clearly having seen me as an easy target); Shy had listened to me, even when the two of us owed each other nothing; I think this may have been the longest distance I ever tried to run without being chased by some sort of law enforcement. I spat out onto the sand and brought my arms up over my head to help steady the dizziness.
“Holy shit.” I took another breath and laughed, my cheeks flushed red. I brought my hands to my eyes and shook my head. “Holy fuck balls.” I wonder if the capitol censors this on certain channels, or if people will get to see me meltdown in HD glory. “We made it out.” It’s the tiniest of victories, but enough for me to crack a smile. “I can’t believe it. I thought one of us was going to get our throats slit or something.” I move to keep walking – hell, even I know there’s no staying put in this place – and give him a once over.
“Welp. I guess this is where we say 'smell you later,' right?” And truth be told, it was for the best. I didn’t need some kid farting up my space, making me feel guilty about the poor decisions I intended to make, and ultimately going down with this hot mess of a ship. Then again – neither of us seemed the type that was going to last long out in this arena on our own. Or you could not be a selfish asshole and take care of him, and maybe live a little longer yourself. It was probably that I was so close to actual death that I suddenly had developed some sort of conscience. Typically the only reason I’d have thought of keeping him around was so that when a volley of arrows fell I could use his body as a shield while I ran away. But –
“Or… now, this is going to be crazy.” I stared off at the hills in the distance, rows and rows of little walls of what looked like curling vines. Already I wondered what kind of fresh horror they had waiting there, since paranoia typically helped in a place like this. “I could do everything I could to make sure you didn’t die. I mean – we’re all going to die at some point, but since we both volunteered for this it might make sense for us to be together.”
You don’t have to. I can survive on for a while. I can hide from everyone until they all die.
Oh for fuck’s sake. He thought he was going to be safe hiding from the other tributes? Had he even seen the hunger games before? Why was I wasting my time with this idiot – oh wait, he’s only freaking twelve. Is this what Ether went through when we were kids? Nah, I wasn’t that dumb.
“No, I don’t dingus- I don’t have to do anything but running away and hiding by yourself isn’t a way to go. We might as well enjoy whatever the hell this place is while keeping each other safe. Besides. Do you really want me as another enemy instead?” So help me I will wring his little neck if he thinks he can make it through this alone.
I-I mean we’re probably gonna end up fighting each other if we make it far enough. I do appreciate all the support though.
I should just walk away. I could get on by myself for a few days, easy. Wander around doing god knows what – maybe find a way to get a little drunk, get a little high, and then jump off a cliff somewhere. He didn’t need me, and unlike ninety percent of kids in this place, didn’t want an ally. Which I could even respect, because I hated people in general. They were absolutely the worst. I close my eyes, and try and figure out if I’m going to head left of him (was that west) or to the right, so that he could just keep moving forward.
“Well. Ugh. Well!” I threw my arms up toward the sky. This was the real hell, wasn’t it? Admitting in front of all those people that were watching what they didn’t deserve to know. “Maybe I don’t really want to do all this bullshit alone. And maybe I’m wrong thinking you can’t do this yourself. I mean you volunteered too.” He’s a damn career, so this was supposed to be in his blood, but it wasn’t in mine. I was all ash, lead, smoke, fire, and sound. This was a hell I’d picked to a quick end, rather than an eternity back home.
I don't know why I volunteered. I could be at home right now, doing my own thing. I could be living a completely normal life until I died. But I'm here now. Two heads are always better than one, especially when it comes to crap like this.
I cross my arms across my chest and shake my head with a shit eating grin. “You’re damn right two heads are better than right, dude! Yeah!” I reach up for a high five, and give a laugh. “I’m ride or die, we’re going to get through this until someone’s bashed my head in, but until then, let’s fucking get our shit together. Right?” I say, looking off at the hills before us.
*Head Up by Don Diablo | Table by Lyndis
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