The Joke [Day 5 impos v b.o. v sav v zeus]
Nov 16, 2020 1:59:30 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Nov 16, 2020 1:59:30 GMT -5
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"Bros before snows: bromance never dies."
Getting out of the thicket of frozen trees was a no-go.
Delroy had tried taking a step when nightfall had come to call, as though he could rally his body and then his allies to press on toward the fires in the distance. But his knees shook and his back ached, and no matter what he told himself, Delroy knew it better to set down on the freshly packed snow and bunker down for the night than press toward exhaustion.
He’d say that it was due to the still scabbing wounds across his back and the way he’d lost enough blood he’d gotten light-headed just looking off at the horizon. That answer came easy, which meant that it mustn’t have been the truth.
“I think I understand now why you don’t talk so much,” Delroy had said to Shy as he’d readied for bed. He’d laid down next to him, close as the boy would allow, back to back as they’d started, though Del had his chin on the palm of his hand and elbow against the ice. Del had the same sort of grin as when he knew the answer and was about to put on a show for the class. He’d figured the old eggplant out, and it’d only taken mortal danger to do so.
“When you see death, you don’t need to tell anyone anything. And you don’t need to hear much else, either.” Delroy yawned through it. He fought sleep worse than he’d fought twelve, more to soak in the company of Shy and Neysa than to bother with the anthem that was coming.
“You holding up okay, Neysa?” Del called out to Neysa across the snow. He couldn’t know what Dom had meant to her, but if she’d had a piece of eleven in her heart, Neysa must’ve felt something for the career. He couldn’t have been the only one to think what’d become of her was as sick as it was unfair. It burrowed a pit in his stomach and reminded him that this was all spectacle, with nothing promised.
He’d woke two or three times throughout the night. Each time he’d reach for his sword, shoulder aching, stitches stinging, before he’d take a breath and listen to the quiet. Death had made him wary of the living, though all he’d discovered were Neysa and Shy next to him.
That morning, he’d steadied on his feet and taken in the crisp air across his face. If he ever got out of here, he’d never complain about how hot the summers were in eleven ever again. In fact, he’d spent most of the morning thinking about how great a hot shower would have been, one where he could’ve spent a whole thirty minutes just not doing anything while steam clouded his vision. He smiled thinking back to his mother banging on the door of the bathroom and threatening to turn off the hot water.
He’d been tying his pack together when he first noticed a shift in the wind. Del stared out to the east and saw the blobs across the horizon, his heart already pounding in his chest. Not that there remained any real shock at the gamemakers wanting to cull the herd.
He knew them – well, some of them – the girl from nine he’d spoken with about the dark days; the quiet boy who’d played darts with him; the freckled girl from five; and then the other boys who admittedly he’d not spoken a word to but guessed were nine and seven.
What came next was a mixture of his own desire to head off another slaughter at the pass, as well as an attempt to right the trouble that’d filled his heart since yesterday.
Del had lifted the sword he’d taken from twelve yesterday and kept his voice low.
“I don’t know what y’all are thinking… but take a moment before you take another step. I asked you once before to join us in casting off what the capitol has done, in doing something bigger than yourself.” The bloodbath felt like a lifetime ago (maybe two). “I don’t know what you faced yesterday or the day before. I know I’ve fought and…”
He told the truth because – he wanted them to know, even if they thought the worst of him.
“… I’ve killed to still be here. You all have a choice to stand up to the capitol and stick it to those in watching us out there. We can make this time different. And whoever gets out of here we can give them hell otherwise. Are you with me? Are you ready for a revolution?”
A pause, broken quickly by seven.
‘Fuck the revolution. Let’s give them the show they want. I’m having fun.’
And Del wondered for a moment why he kept trying, when all it seemed to come to was more violence and more bloodshed.
Del readied, his hands atop his sword and ready to charge.
“Make your choices, then."
Delroy knew he had.
"HNNNG!”
[Delroy Wickersham attacks Zeus Prank with frostbite sword (sword)]
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[result:1132 -- Stabbed in Thigh -- 8.5 damage (Sword) + 1 blades]