For this Night {NW Day 1}
Jul 19, 2013 23:09:11 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jul 19, 2013 23:09:11 GMT -5
Dead.
The rotund boy from eight had taken a glaive through the chest right before Erik and Motel had decided to get gone while the going was good. Erik wrapped the scarf around his mouth and tilted the hat low over his eyes. In retrospect, a tribute of that girth would present an easy target to any discerning enemies, but Erik had hoped they might take pity on him. Alas, such was not to be. Erik nodded as his remaining ally drew nearer and gripped his hatchet a little more loosely. He might have drawn blood in the fight at the cornucopia, but the boy from ten had removed one person from the competition entirely. There was no telling how many canons had sounded just yet; especially when more were apt to go off. In spite of their small victory, Erik felt increasingly morose. He had talked with Sam just the previous night and know he would never talk to him again. Maybe he could Opal and talk about knives again? Or maybe she wouldn’t want to. Who knew?
Erik found himself wondering how his heroes would have handled the situation. They had all lost allies hadn’t they? He gulped nervously. They had had to kill allies too. Erik fervently hoped it wouldn’t come to that as he wanted to emulate them, not copy every single move they made. Looking down at his feet in dismay, -because of the footwear- Erik shook his head to clear it and looked at Motel. “I don’t know if you saw but we're a man down. The career from four got ‘em. Looks like its just you and me now bucko!” The sentence was followed by a weak laugh before Erik looked back at the ground with a blank look on his face. “This sucks, Motel.” And indeed it did, for there were still plenty of tributes roaming the tree filled landscape.
Like the one wandering off to the side and bleeding from several places. An idea formed in his head, born of mounting fear and confusion. The Capitol preferred lots of destruction on the first day, and so he would give some to them. But perhaps first he’d try to find some respite from those more skilled than he. He and Motel had wandered into some sort of grove filled with shrubs unlike any plant he had ever seen before. And Motel was watering the plants with his blood. Not on purpose of course, but the boy from ten was bleeding from several places. Erik grimaced. This was not the best way to start things off.