when the chips are down | Kass vs Jacob | Day 8
Aug 3, 2019 18:09:05 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Aug 3, 2019 18:09:05 GMT -5
Life ain't easy
Life ain't fair
A girl's gotta fight for her rightful share
Cyril's face appears from her watch and she forces herself to look.
Cyril Rinne District Nine. Dead.
Fine.
Come home. Do whatever it takes.
She repeated Killian's words to herself through the night. She nestled in her purple robes, wishing she had kept the extra layers she'd shed days ago. All the nuance of the training center was gone. She had only a single thought clinging inside her battered skull- stay alive. See another day.
Make it home.
Being in the Arena was like stages of grief. Anger, denial, depression, and eventually acceptance. Acceptance of what she is, what she has become.
Would Kass from seven days ago kill? Would Kass with a full belly kill? Would Kass with fresh water and Killian with her kill?
She was afraid of the answer.
***
The next morning comes in silence. Whereas the day before had been a cacophony there is only Kass's breathing and the scrape of her boots against the floor. She moves from the airlock, leaving the gardens behind. She swept through the control room, her blaster in hand. She didn't want to be taken by surprise like she had with Cyril. There were only four tributes left, if she ran into anyone it wouldn't be for tea and biscuits.
The lights of the control room flickered at her. Reds, greens, and blues fading in and out of life. Slow, calculated steps took her through the light show. She was awake and focused. Her finger rested beside the trigger, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
Do whatever it takes.
"I will."
She pressed a button and slipped through a hatch. Her entire body was lifted up, her burden nothing in the beam chamber. She looked around at the shaft that seemed to continue forever. Little platforms twisted and moved around on its walls, pocked with doors that lead who knows where.
Kass pushed off to a nearby platform, her boots locking into place on the metal. Her curls lifted from her shoulders, floating around as if they had a mind of their own.
This is where Blair died. The very first day in the Arena, the first few minutes. She'd run into her and she was already gone. Her blood didn't ooze but floated out in little droplets.
This was not for people.
Kass tightened the strap across her chest and clicked the button on her jetpack. She lurched forward, floating across the chasm to another platform. She was halfway across when a door beside the platform slipped open and a tribute appeared.
Her blaster was out and aimed in a moment, her finger already ready on the trigger.
Hesitation.
It was Jacob. The kind face beside her in the chariot. The calm presence on the train car. The only other piece of the home she was trying to get back to.
She was still moving forward, the momentum from the past pushing her straight into the future.
Her heart twisted in her chest.
Come home. Do whatever it takes.
"I wish it wasn't you."
She fired.table by dars | lyrics from Hadestown
[Kassandra Nerys 11f attacks Jacob Fel 11m with blaster (throwing knives)]
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[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]
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[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]
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