Withstanding the odds [Sweetwater Saints]
Feb 28, 2019 20:15:38 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 28, 2019 20:15:38 GMT -5
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Offensive words poured out from his lips with each trudging step. Blood ran down his leg from the gash in his thigh and painted the ground with a dotted line. His chest was set alight with pain and with every intake of breath his jaw tensed up. However, He found strength in carrying out his district partner, assisting her with his arm around her. The girl had gotten some wicked injuries and even though he knew he would be hindering himself, Zion felt that his district would only look at him with courage to pull everything to make sure his district survived. This girl was his only thing left of home he'd have until the very end of his life or hers. "We are not dyin today. Hear it, Diana?" His main and only goal at he moment was to make sure that they escaped the blood bath and left behind the death of one tribute that rang out. The sound of the canon shook him. He had turned for only half a second when it happened. His heart had stopped and his breaths halted as he glared into the massive fight. He wanted to know who it was that had succumbed to the capitol's toture chamber first, and when he saw the persons form on the ground, he nodded. "One down, Diana. Maybe their heart be free, but our challenge isn't even started yet." Upon the path that lead him away, Zion freed his district partner from his hold when it had became too much. Limping along the way was no way to show his worth, maybe except for a weakness he knew he didn't have. Only one other time had he found the pain so overbearing like this that he was strictly ordered for bedrest. His Mah had told him that if she found him out of bed that not only would she make him pick a switch, but he'd do diaper duty for an entire month. The injury itself didn't take long to heal, but if he learned one thing, it was that proper care of the wound would only increase the speed and return to duty. In the arena though? "I ain't got time fo this, man." Freedom had become a pained thing to accomplish, but with his alliance around him, he smoothly edged his way to the ground among the sunflowers. Bright yellowed encompassed his vision and his lungs inflated painfully with a cough. "Aye, you guys get anythin from the middle?" He held onto the sickles he collected and looked to the bag as well. He'd managed only these items and lost the third fumbling around with some rope, but beggers couldn't be choosers and he was pleased that he didn't walk out empty handed. A noise alerted him to the sky within seconds of making himself comfortable. The tinkering held several containers, for which he knew no reasoning he'd deserved them. The containers danced around him like something ZeeZee would do, placing down objects in his way claiming it to be a dancers mark and expecting him to delightlyfully exclaim what joy it was to have presents. Dipping his head, he wished that he was at home one more time to play the fairy folly that she wanted to pretend. The gifts were abandoned for some time before Zion picked up the first. Inside of it held a whiskey bottle void of any luscious takeaway. "Come on, man. A LITTLE RESPECT - it's all I ask for but an empty bottle? This's just rude." The partially clear container was shoved away into the bag and the remaining containers were opened, examined and properly disposed of into his bag, except for the shin guards that he strapped on and the medkit used to suture the wound that wanted to freely drain him of life. Voluntarily, he chose to remain quiet within the field picking one of the flowers. Between his index finger and thumb he brought it to his nose and smelled. Eyes partially closed, his little sister's voice began to dance in his heart. Jackies voice echoes solemnly within his mind, slowly drowning in the remnents of the fight that just recently took place. His sister's face became his district partners and the scene of his home melted away into the arena's blood coated grass. Visions seperated his attention and the flower in his hand was brought down to his side. Only then did he collected one more flower and then take out the empty bottle, shoving the flowers inside. [Zion collects 2 med plants/1 edible] Zion Imani |