All in tonight [Yusei v Sloth day 2]
Nov 3, 2018 12:56:15 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Nov 3, 2018 12:56:15 GMT -5
Yusei Rhee
No faces light up the sky as the anthem plays. Part of me is grateful, but the other part of me is unsure of how to feel. Twenty-four of us still roam this terrible place, but for now I'm alone. Nobody's here to bother me, and I got some sponsorships. Not sure why, though, because I'm just a boy trying to change how people view careers. I'm more than just a fighter. Than a killing machine, and I feel that's how the people view us. Especially from talking to other tributes at the training center. I hear the whispers of the lower districts. There's more to me than meets the eye. But I don't like being alone right now. I want someone to talk to. I just really want to talk to Cirque again. To explain my feelings to her.
I lean against a tree with the spear in hand. I don't want to attack anyone, but maybe, just maybe it'll help me stay alive. Most careers won't run from me since they know how to fight, but maybe if it's someone from district ten, they'll scatter without a care in the world. Even with the fog and everything else, it's still hard to move. Hard to even think in a place like this. I don't know if anyone will see me, and that's a good thing. Normally I would be sleeping right now, but in a place like this sleep is hard to come by. There's so much prowling around, and I don't know when the gamemakers will send something after me. I have to be ready to move at any given second. For now, though, I close my eyes. A little sleep will do some good, and it'll keep me alert for whatever tomorrow brings.
But my mind is racing, and all I can think about is Cirque. I want to see her more now than ever. I want to talk to her. To just be with her. I should've said something before. I should've talked to her. I should've let her know how I felt, but she's so much better than I am. I'm just a peasant. Just someone not even worthy of polishing her shoes. It's about that time a parachute lands beside me. I open it up to find a bottle of wine. At first I wonder what to do with this. Why would anyone send me something like this? I don't even know what it is. Maybe it'll help me sleep. Maybe it'll keep me up. I don't know, but I carefully take a sip, and oh how it burns going down my throat. How can anyone drink something like this?
I sigh as I place the bottle to the side. It's not going to do me any good, but then I pick it back up and take another swig. My chest is on fire. It burns so bad. Every part of it burns. My lips are slightly numb. My head's buzzing around. But I don't set the bottle back down. I keep drinking and drinking and drinking. I don't sleep and soon the sun's rising, and I can't stop myself from hiccupping. My entire body is aching. Everything about me is telling me just to lay down and sleep. My head's throbbing. I feel awful. I don't know what was in that wine, but wow it's done something to me. I've never drank before, so maybe that's it. Even standing is hard.
But I have to get to my feet fast because something is coming. How can I fight when I can barely stand? I look at the bottle and some remains, but not much. Perhaps it'll help me. Perhaps it'll take the pain away. I tighten my grip on the spear as I lean down to pick up the bottle and down what's left. It doesn't even faze me, but I still feel like I'm going to fall over. I'm staggering around tripping over my feet. I can barely move. Soon I see the mutt, and I lean over barfing my guts out. My throat is on fire. Everything is falling apart, but this can't be how I die. I hope not anyway.
80th Hunger Games
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Yusei attacks sloth | blunt end of spear
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7194 -- Bruised Left Wrist -- 2.0 damage
Intoxication roll
1-10
feels fineblunt·1-10
