Rewards for the Damned // [Day 4 Leisure, Svet & Pierce]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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He left Haze and Brennan in the lee of the fall temple. "There's something I've got to take care of," he'd murmured to Hazeia. "Security stuff, you know. Like usual." Except it wasn't routine, not tonight. Whatever peace they'd found in the arena had been irreovocably shattered when Ama fell. And he knew that now they were in the mid-Games and that would change everything.

He ran his hand down Brennana's arm, squeezed his hand. "I won't be long," he promised.

Pierce turned his back on his two remaining allies to keep them from seeing the tears that gathered at the corners of his eyes. He walked resolutely away, determined to keep them alive another night. He longed for a cloak or a hood, something to help him blend into the Ruins' shadows. Without the violent storm he had very little camoflage. Not that he expected to sneak up on her; quite the contrary. It might be best for her to know he was coming.

His path took him around the place where two people had been murdered. He'd seen dead bodies before; an annual trip to the morgue was standard procedure at his Career training facility. And even though he'd been taught that it would be different in the arena, that it would evoke emotion, he still found himself surprised by the tears that trickled down his face.

On the windward side of the crumbling ruins, Pierce settled atop a stone at the mountain's edge. The fall would kill him and it would be painful. More painful than a death by cuts or infection? The leg that Elm had crushed felt bad. Really bad. Carefully he laid out his medical supplies while he waited.

He was almost done when Svet found him. Pierce was tying off the thread holding his chest closed. His tears had dried but their tracks remained. "I'm ready," he said by way of greeting. He told himself that distracting Svet was the best protection he could offer Brennan and Hazeia, but that wasn't exactly true. There was something else, something she'd promised many days ago. "I'm ready to learn whatever you want to teach me."

And snapped the thread in half with his teeth.

[Pierce heals and collects stuff.]

[ryan]

the evening is somber, and svet can tell that the moon has blessed her even more than she realized. the cannon sound still rings in her head as she has finally said her goodbye's to dorothy with both theo and elm. she isnt quite sure how they are going to fair without here, but at this point, it couldnt matter to her.

she had to be strong enough for all of them now.

svet let elm and theo decompress, both of them awake and alert because they had been mourning. svet wanted to want to be sad just like they were, but svet had a feeling that dorothy wouldnt have wanted a pity party.

she would have wanted them to get revenge.

however, it is not time for revenge, in fact, its far from it. it was though, time for svet to take her shift as look out. she slipped through the cover they had created and looked up at the moon. she asked it to watch over dorothy as she crossed over.

the moon glimmered in the skylight, and she knew that something answered her prayers.

time passed, and she had heard rustling through the air. it was a little before the anthem, but svet decided that it was best for her to check it out. when she realized that it was pierce, sitting a top a rock and trying to patch himself back together, svet let her guard down just enough. he seemed to be deep in thought at first, but then he finally shared what he had been thinking.

"i dont know what i can show you, that you havent already learned in those academies district two is known for." she is honest as she shook her head and thought about the time that her father had to have her set his leg after a tree branch had feel on it and snapped part of the bone. the way his leg looked was exactly what pierce's had looked like as well. "here, hand me the bandages." she said, taking charge to make sure that tomorrow he would be able to walk on his two feet without too much difficulty.

"if you dont set this leg properly, its never going to heal the right way..." she had already pulled out enough bandages to wrap the leg, but now she needed something that would give some support. "...unless stumbling into open fire is what you are going for pierce." she knew that might have been a little on the nose, but if she was going to get his buy in, then she needed to be just a bit more on the crass side.

focusing on the task at hand would bring her some closure.

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