stuck between the dead and the living || day 4
Jul 4, 2020 23:57:54 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jul 4, 2020 23:57:54 GMT -5
oberon fairbairn
The lobster attached to the side of his head fizzles with static all night long.
He can make out bits and pieces of words - boy -- dead -- enough to tell that it's the witch-gi- Helle's voice. Again. For a moment he'd wondered about the note of desperation he thought he'd heard in those snippets of her, but her brushed it aside; it was probably a trick of the line, anyways, and she seemed like the sort of girl who got clingy and came banging at your door if they got the notion in their heads that you'd been ignoring them.
"I'm boooooored," he imagines her pouting into the mouthpiece of the lobster, leaning against one side of the Cornucopia and checking her makeup. The thought makes him let out a snort of laughter. Hellemine Cauchemar, the ruthless witch from an almost-Career district, making random desperate booty calls in the middle of the night to someone she'd been trying to kill.
Well. That kind of girl wasn't really his type. Either the middle-of-the-night part or the trying-to-kill-him part, for that matter.
*
Kahinta's still shooting glares at him in the morning as they pack up and start trekking out of the valley of petals. He's briefly tempted to snap at her to get over it already, but decides that no, a silent and sullen Kahinta would be less of a pain than a Kahinta that was distracting them by stirring up a giant argument while other alliances were probably lurking about the place. His younger sister was like that sometimes, coming up with petty reasons to take offense with people and getting all worked up over nothing. She always calmed down before long, anyways, and he figures Kahinta is much the same. Assuming, of course, that they survived long enough for that.
They reach the field of gravestones again, with the imposing white pillars towering over them; it seems like ages ago that they'd escaped from this place, even if the anthem had only marked three days. For the first time, he notices the stone gargoyles guarding the building, and eyes them suspiciously, watching for signs of movement all around them. He felt at the stump of his finger and scowled. Had the Gamemakers chosen a larger mutt to set at them - hell, even a common gray wolf or other predator - that could've easily wound up being an arm or a head. He would make sure they would not be blindsided again, all three of them made fools of by creatures - or other tributes - sneaking up on them.
He spots the boy from Eight first. The boy reaches his hand up towards them, seemingly to offer a friendly wave. Just like his district partner. He couldn't even remember what training score the boy'd gotten, but evidently he'd had something up his sleeve to lure a Career girl into allying with him. A foolish Career with clearly more arrogance than sense, if her training score was any indication, but a Career nonetheless.
Take down the stronger ally, and the weaker one would flee, wasn't that how these sort of fights always went? He nudges Kahinta and Daemon, gesturing towards the duo. A strange beep emerges from the lobster as he accidentally bumps it against his shoulder, but he ignores it; after all, he has more urgent matters at hand to take care of than a crackling crustacean. He lunges forward at the Career girl, and strikes.
He can make out bits and pieces of words - boy -- dead -- enough to tell that it's the witch-gi- Helle's voice. Again. For a moment he'd wondered about the note of desperation he thought he'd heard in those snippets of her, but her brushed it aside; it was probably a trick of the line, anyways, and she seemed like the sort of girl who got clingy and came banging at your door if they got the notion in their heads that you'd been ignoring them.
"I'm boooooored," he imagines her pouting into the mouthpiece of the lobster, leaning against one side of the Cornucopia and checking her makeup. The thought makes him let out a snort of laughter. Hellemine Cauchemar, the ruthless witch from an almost-Career district, making random desperate booty calls in the middle of the night to someone she'd been trying to kill.
Well. That kind of girl wasn't really his type. Either the middle-of-the-night part or the trying-to-kill-him part, for that matter.
*
Kahinta's still shooting glares at him in the morning as they pack up and start trekking out of the valley of petals. He's briefly tempted to snap at her to get over it already, but decides that no, a silent and sullen Kahinta would be less of a pain than a Kahinta that was distracting them by stirring up a giant argument while other alliances were probably lurking about the place. His younger sister was like that sometimes, coming up with petty reasons to take offense with people and getting all worked up over nothing. She always calmed down before long, anyways, and he figures Kahinta is much the same. Assuming, of course, that they survived long enough for that.
They reach the field of gravestones again, with the imposing white pillars towering over them; it seems like ages ago that they'd escaped from this place, even if the anthem had only marked three days. For the first time, he notices the stone gargoyles guarding the building, and eyes them suspiciously, watching for signs of movement all around them. He felt at the stump of his finger and scowled. Had the Gamemakers chosen a larger mutt to set at them - hell, even a common gray wolf or other predator - that could've easily wound up being an arm or a head. He would make sure they would not be blindsided again, all three of them made fools of by creatures - or other tributes - sneaking up on them.
He spots the boy from Eight first. The boy reaches his hand up towards them, seemingly to offer a friendly wave. Just like his district partner. He couldn't even remember what training score the boy'd gotten, but evidently he'd had something up his sleeve to lure a Career girl into allying with him. A foolish Career with clearly more arrogance than sense, if her training score was any indication, but a Career nonetheless.
Take down the stronger ally, and the weaker one would flee, wasn't that how these sort of fights always went? He nudges Kahinta and Daemon, gesturing towards the duo. A strange beep emerges from the lobster as he accidentally bumps it against his shoulder, but he ignores it; after all, he has more urgent matters at hand to take care of than a crackling crustacean. He lunges forward at the Career girl, and strikes.
[Oberon attacks Perdita with sword]
IdhNo_rnzbsword
Accuracy, day 4:
sword
1029 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage
(Sword)