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the show must go on; SAA Day 3 Leisure Nov 7, 2020 3:48:51 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Nov 7, 2020 3:48:51 GMT -5

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What a twisted sense of fun the game makers had. She still wasn’t sure what the point was supposed to have been. It wasn’t like very many of the tributes liked each other to begin with. Then again, maybe the audience at home had been getting bored. Three days and only a single death to speak of. They were going to bring the hammer down soon, weren’t they? It was a gut feeling, and Amelia had long since learned to trust her gut.

With Audrey back home in nine, it was the only thing she could.

Were Yuki and Marsh trustworthy? Maybe. They had her back and she had theirs at least. She barely knew anything about them though. Better that way she supposed. The less she knew about them the less it would sting when they inevitably died.

“Well,” Amelia sighed staring over the barren landscape dotted with foreboding holes in the ground. “This place looks like shit. Goddammit. I wanted a beach. Not this frozen wasteland.” Her wolf huffed in response. “Guess we could make camp here tonight.” Amelia sat down on her sled, leaning on her trusty javelin for support. She was tired. Hungry. Cold. She hadn’t felt like herself since the bloodbath had started.

Where was her careful planning? Her street smarts? Maybe all of that wasn’t worth anything in the arena.

No streets.

It was all new. All different. There wasn’t enough time to learn all the players and what made them tick. She had to be both plan-maker and plan-doer. It was the farthest thing from district nine and she was starting to think she’d made a terrible mistake in thinking she could play this game the way she did back home.

Miss you sis, she thought wearily.

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the show must go on; SAA Day 3 Leisure Nov 7, 2020 7:11:07 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Nov 7, 2020 7:11:07 GMT -5

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There was only one good thing to come from racing down that snowy slope with futures cores and that was the medkit that he had tucked away into his pack. Medical supplies were scarce, and if the first couple days were to go by anything, he would need a few more stitches before game over.

Amelia leads them away from the cornucopia, putting some distance between ourselves and the other tributes. Though in the back of his mind he thought that the best tactic might be too attack a few tonight, under the cover of darkness. The sound of cannons would be his lullaby. But he wasn't in the mood to argue when they started moving away, one look over his shoulder as the remaining tributes began to scatter, desperate to put distance between one another, knowing that in a matter of hours blood would be spilled.

They were heading into day four, one death. He was sure that the pure white snow beneath his feet would turn the colour of scarlet. He was sure that the sound of cannons would fill the air, sending shivers down spines as bodies fell. He briefly wandered if his body would be among the dead.

"This place looks like shit.," Amelia comments, Yuki nodding along, examining the earth beneath his feet. Holes were scattered here and there, making him become more and more aware of his footing. She continues to suggest that they make camp here, Marsh setting up a fire to boil their water.

Relief surged through his limbs as he sat as close as he dared to the open flame. He had forgotten how amazing heat felt. Eyes half lidded he cherishes the warms that caresses his cheeks, melting the icy touch of Mother Nature. "I miss this," he moans, dreading the way the fire seemed to die slightly, eating away at the last of the firewood.

"Lets get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a shit show." He turns to face Amelia, before his eyes glued over to Marsh who was making himself comfortable between his wolves, leaving a spot open for him. He didn't like the way a wave of affection rolled over him. He didn't like how he felt his facial expression soften as he watched the boy wiggle around trying to find a comfortable spot. It must be the cold, he reassurance himself. Marsh looked so warm, whilst he was so fucking cold- all the time- that's what it must be.

"I'll take first watch," he mumbles, moving to sit on the snowy ground by the dying fire.