I built this brick by brick; kiah
Jun 9, 2020 0:06:28 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jun 9, 2020 0:06:28 GMT -5
k a t e l y n .
Move me, improve me, ignite the flame that ruled me
Guide me, collide me, I need something to survive me
There were only a few days left until the games began. There was a tension in the air, in the training center that was almost palpable. Theorizing on the television had gone into over drive. All of the talking heads were beside themselves with trying to figure it out. Personally, Katelyn was of the opinion that it had something to do with the tributes or the landscape. She’d seen three quells whose twist had had to do with the reaping. One where the tributes had come back alive, and one where no alliances had been allowed upon pain of death.
A movement rule, perhaps?
The gamemakers certainly seemed to get testy whenever they went to all the trouble of setting up fights, only for six tributes to run away crying after one tribute got hacked to pieces. The people of the Capitol wanted excitement, and there was nothing exciting about bloodless bloodbaths. It was why the third day usually ended in pain and misery if only a few tributes had been eliminated up to that point.
Katelyn shook her head and looked over the supplies she’d set up. Cyro was probably down in the training center working on his fighting skills; perhaps with one of the boys. That was fine. This afternoon was going to be about Arabella. Katelyn was already dressed in her training gear, slightly amused at how it resembled a gym teacher’s uniform. At least there were worse things, even if having the word mentor emblazoned on her back was a bit on the nose. And speaking of which—
A cordial smile slid across Katelyn’s face as the girl entered the room. She’d seen Arabella interacting with a few tributes over the last week, though she hadn’t heard any of the conversations. Hopefully she’d found good allies. “Afternoon Bella,” she said sweeping a hand over the raw meat, raw vegetables, and jug of water. “This is one of the last lessons I have to give; In my games, I was lucky enough to find a can of tuna when my alliance took the wealth, but there’s never a guarantee that there’ll be any packaged food.” It was a rarity, and even if there was, it was likely to be in the wealth; and Katelyn wasn’t certain Arabella had the grit to try to outlast all the other tributes for it.
“You might have to go days without eating to make it stretch.” She gestured to the raw chunks of meat that were still dripping. She was willing to gamble that something of a comparable size would be in the arena. If not, there were always birds and fish to consider, but this was as good a tutorial as any. The worst part was knowing that the meat in the arena would be unseasoned. But food didn’t have to taste good in order to keep you alive.
"What is guaranteed is that there will be something, of some size, that you will have to make into lunch before it makes lunch out of you.” She stabbed one of the wooden skewers she’d bought the other day into the nearest chunk of beef. In the arena, it was likely to be a stick, or failing that, Arabella’s weapon. “Are you ready to learn how to make a meal in the arena?”
