symposium of the dead[ly] [sundrop v. berkley]
Nov 19, 2011 14:02:37 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Nov 19, 2011 14:02:37 GMT -5
s u n d r a
Laughing, the two finish their juggling escapade and settle down to watch the news on their makeshift couch. Hands are grasped and body heat is shared as the reticent duo watch the seal of the Capitol linger in the frosty air, and soon the protagonists of the day appear. First, there is Midas Farrow, a boy from District 2 with the boyfriend who had cried at his reaping. Then, there is Naida Gardez from 4, the unhinged one with the dead brother and dead friends (she can't help but feel sorry for her, for she is in a similar situation; still she feels that Trace and Storm will appear from the darkness and envelop her in a hug or make a joke that will make her laugh and tears stream down on her face). But finally, Charas Harp's face is shown on the screen and Sundra truly wonders why Ms. Harp even deserves recognition.
She killed the boy from 1, the girl from 6, Shayde Truedheart and Arden. She doesn't deserve to have her face plastered onto the screen for one last hurrah. She is a monster, more so than the rest of them because she killed with no qualms whatsoever. Sundra finds herself feeling lucky that she hasn't had to murder anyone yet (although Shayde's predicament was most likely all of their faults combined and convoluted into one last stab into his brain), and her hand tightens its grip onto Aesop's as the seal finally fades once again out of view and the world is once again filled with the not-so-dark darkness whose stars reflect off the snow and create an ominous (yet magical, because only in this fantastical realm would one be able to find happiness in despair) atmosphere.
But then, things take a turn for the worse as the clouds overhead gather and cluster together, and suddenly screeches of otherworldly beings are audible and for a second Sundra and it becomes imperative that the two should escape escape so shrieking, the girl grabs her stuff and the two make their way out of the chaotic storm of stampeding animals that head towards their way with thunderous roars and blood-chilling screams. The "humans" glide across the river and things snap at their toes, feet barely retaining a hold on the friction-less surface, which cracks as the weight becomes too much to bear on the shallow ice, and it finally shatters just as Sundra and Aesop make their way towards a flatter land mass which crackles as the two slide on it. The remainder of the night is spent in a light sleep which wakes Sundra up with every snap and crackleand popthat reverberates in her eardrums.
She finally rouses herself up, dusting the ice chunks off of her jacket and shakes Aesop awake as a lone figure heads towards them and she can tell that there will truly be a death between the three because there are no others discernible from the vast whiteness that surrounds the three. As the male comes closer (and she knows it is a male. She is the only estrogen-producing human being left in this death trap) he is revealed to be Berkly Ichabod, the male from eight who seems to not be very well off with a stump for a hand and injuries from past battles visible on his frame (she knows that it's morally wrong to feel happy over someone else's pain, but as long as Aesop and her survive, nothing else can be important). Perhaps the boy is weak, but it is pointless to assume it. We're all in the Top Six for a reason, she thinks, even though she can hardly understand why she has managed to make it thus far. So she slowly takes out her bow, grabs an arrow from her quiver, and aims, stepping to Aesop's side because "You can't do this alone."
