youngbloods {zori}
Oct 8, 2020 0:53:02 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 8, 2020 0:53:02 GMT -5
A M E L I A
After her encounter with Neysa, Amelia had felt the need to seek out the other tribute from that sunny district, simply to satisfy her curiosity. She wandered through the stations, keeping tabs on people that stayed by one or the other for an extended period of time, trying to assess their strengths and weaknesses. But she wasn’t terribly concerned about the bloodbath; despite the name they were rarely more than a light fracas. She’d been in worse scraps jumping into free for all’s over turf back in nine.
And of course, there was the whole getting shot thing.
Oh yeah, she could handle some pain. Some of the other tributes seemed soft.
Real soft.
She found the tribute she was looking for by the first aid station, Delroy something. He had a much less sunny disposition than Neysa in her opinion. Pity. Weren’t people from eleven supposed to be all sunshine and daises? At least talking to him could help her determine if those rumors were true. Boy, she couldn’t wait to tell Audrey about—
Oh. Right. Amelia’s face fell, looking to her side to where her sister usually was. She clenched her teeth. No time for regrets. She’d chosen this, and as much as doing something on her own terrified her, she was a little thrilled by the excitement. Just a little. She and her twin had that in common, their love of adrenaline. Their love of each other. If there had been any other way to keep her safe…
There were more trainers standing by the mutt cages than anything else, an eager gleam in their eyes. It was starting to bother her. “Weird, don’t you think?” she said coming up alongside Delroy and nodding her head towards the mutts and their handlers. “It’s like they want us to train at that station. Wonder if it has anything to do with the theme.” Amelia scoffed, shrugging her shoulders. Now why would they want tributes to be able to tame a mutt or two?
“Here’s hoping the arena's not a circus like the 81st, yeah?”
And of course, there was the whole getting shot thing.
Oh yeah, she could handle some pain. Some of the other tributes seemed soft.
Real soft.
She found the tribute she was looking for by the first aid station, Delroy something. He had a much less sunny disposition than Neysa in her opinion. Pity. Weren’t people from eleven supposed to be all sunshine and daises? At least talking to him could help her determine if those rumors were true. Boy, she couldn’t wait to tell Audrey about—
Oh. Right. Amelia’s face fell, looking to her side to where her sister usually was. She clenched her teeth. No time for regrets. She’d chosen this, and as much as doing something on her own terrified her, she was a little thrilled by the excitement. Just a little. She and her twin had that in common, their love of adrenaline. Their love of each other. If there had been any other way to keep her safe…
There were more trainers standing by the mutt cages than anything else, an eager gleam in their eyes. It was starting to bother her. “Weird, don’t you think?” she said coming up alongside Delroy and nodding her head towards the mutts and their handlers. “It’s like they want us to train at that station. Wonder if it has anything to do with the theme.” Amelia scoffed, shrugging her shoulders. Now why would they want tributes to be able to tame a mutt or two?
“Here’s hoping the arena's not a circus like the 81st, yeah?”
H A L E