regroup with friendly faces [the descendants] day 1
Oct 16, 2022 13:42:21 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 16, 2022 13:42:21 GMT -5
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The crossbow is a dead weight versus the light bag strapped to my back. A success that I am walking away but there is a failure in the lack of trinkets that I carry right now. There will be a time for treasure hunting soon, Ripred will for sure hand me a map to find them. I just needed to tick off the first task in my list: survive the initial bloodbath!
My forearm aches where the Capitol injected me a few hours ago. It is an obscure pain, my muscles around the injection site pulsate and there is an irritating itch that does not shift when I scratch it. Even my fingernails feel harsh through my sleeve. It must be an odd side-effect of the injection, something about inserting a tracker inside of me…
Now what is next on my list?
Number One: Survive the Initial Bloodbath
”Number two, regroup with friendly faces.” I say it out loud, just so it is engraved in my mind. Do I call them allies? Friends? I must make sure I have eyes on every angle of one of them, the Forrester from District Seven is a strange one…I am not being left alone with them, I need to make sure Bellisario is around.
”Number three, ensure any injuries are tended too immediately.” Logically that should have been number two, fortunately I am not missing a limb and my first aid skills go as far as wrapping a bandage.
”Number four, seek water and food supplies.
Number five, seek shelter and warmth.
Number six, seek weapons or items that can become weapons.
Number seven, guard the safety of oneself and allies.
Number eight, stay alive!”
I really ought to write all this down then maybe re-order and extend the list. Except, seeking parchment and pen is not a priority on my list right now.
I linger in view of the chapel, watching as some decrepit and not so battered tributes burst through the doors and flee with a bundle of treasures in their clutches. I can recount two canons sounding before the chaos begins to ease, that must be three gone including Erwin who has already been laid to rest. I wonder if we will all take turns of being the center piece in the chapel, the first departure point before boarding the journey to Ripred.
Something smells so strong right now, my nostril hairs are sprung straight as a peculiarly familiar aroma fills my lungs. It reminds me of the very raw, fresh, and bloody meat that my mother would bring home on special occasions from the butcher. My innards grumble as the scent goes stronger. My stomach has chosen the wrong time to feel starved, being unsuccessful at rationing will be the end of me…
”I have been waiting for some time for you.” I say as the hopefully still friendly face approaches. ”I was sure you were the cause of those canons. Did you see who fell? I need to mark their names off of my list.”
My forearm aches where the Capitol injected me a few hours ago. It is an obscure pain, my muscles around the injection site pulsate and there is an irritating itch that does not shift when I scratch it. Even my fingernails feel harsh through my sleeve. It must be an odd side-effect of the injection, something about inserting a tracker inside of me…
Now what is next on my list?
”Number two, regroup with friendly faces.” I say it out loud, just so it is engraved in my mind. Do I call them allies? Friends? I must make sure I have eyes on every angle of one of them, the Forrester from District Seven is a strange one…I am not being left alone with them, I need to make sure Bellisario is around.
”Number three, ensure any injuries are tended too immediately.” Logically that should have been number two, fortunately I am not missing a limb and my first aid skills go as far as wrapping a bandage.
”Number four, seek water and food supplies.
Number five, seek shelter and warmth.
Number six, seek weapons or items that can become weapons.
Number seven, guard the safety of oneself and allies.
Number eight, stay alive!”
I really ought to write all this down then maybe re-order and extend the list. Except, seeking parchment and pen is not a priority on my list right now.
I linger in view of the chapel, watching as some decrepit and not so battered tributes burst through the doors and flee with a bundle of treasures in their clutches. I can recount two canons sounding before the chaos begins to ease, that must be three gone including Erwin who has already been laid to rest. I wonder if we will all take turns of being the center piece in the chapel, the first departure point before boarding the journey to Ripred.
Something smells so strong right now, my nostril hairs are sprung straight as a peculiarly familiar aroma fills my lungs. It reminds me of the very raw, fresh, and bloody meat that my mother would bring home on special occasions from the butcher. My innards grumble as the scent goes stronger. My stomach has chosen the wrong time to feel starved, being unsuccessful at rationing will be the end of me…
”I have been waiting for some time for you.” I say as the hopefully still friendly face approaches. ”I was sure you were the cause of those canons. Did you see who fell? I need to mark their names off of my list.”
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