mines 1 : dynamic duo 0 { sick and belcher day 3 }

[k!ah]

I could taste blood on my lips. The metallic taste was filling my mouth, my face once again on fire from the rock that had almost knocked me flat on my ass. I wasn't sure how many more hits my face could take until it was disfigured beyond repair. I run my tongue over the split, hissing in pain, and instinctive I gently press the back of my hand to my mouth. "Why is it always my face?" I mumble, Mouse beside me looked rather smug at the sight of the blood that dribbled down my chin and I glare at him.

He had seen a rock flying towards Felicity the same moment he had noted the one diving for my face. And of course, of course, he had chosen to show his body in front of her as my face had taken another blow. I hold his stare for another moment before a sigh slips passed my broken, blood smeared lips and my eyes landing on the pretty blond trekking through the mines in front of me. "I guess I can't blame you," I mumble as I flick the bird beak, "she is prettier than me."

Picking up my pace I fall into step bedside Felicity, Mouse taking up the rear as we near the exit of the mines. "Do you think its strange that there have been no deaths since the bloodbath?" Usually by this point of the games the deaths would have started to tally up, "I have a feeling that things are about to get very messy Belcher, and today with all of this," I lazily gesture around to the crumbling mine and the blood that covered both of us due to the debris, "I think this is just a taste of what to expect. I'm kind of surprised that none of the other tried to rip each others throats out back there..." I trail off for a moment as I think of the moment it looked like Maggie might take a big bite of out Axyl. "I bet ya the tent tomorrow night that the gamemakers are PISSED and cannon fire will be signing throughout this shit hole tomorrow."

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[kaitlin]

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[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

they call me a menace,
they say that i’m cursed.



felicity carrow,
district three.

I wonder if Lionel knows I heard him call me pretty. I know I heard him right, in spite of the way the dampness clinging to the walls down here loves to warp noise. There's something about it that makes my blood feel thick, an earnestness to the whisper that I don't want to linger on, and yet, and yet, and yet. It would seem I cannot help it. It would seem he does not want to allow me peace. Bet ya the tent tomorrow night... Tomorrow sounds a whole lot like a plan. My heartbeat picks up, a hummingbirds fluttering wings. "From the way most of 'em looked at you, I'm fairly certain you're a walking bad luck charm. Care to assuage those worries, or shall I sit and stew with them all night?" An eyebrow lifted, I look at him over my shoulder despite the tension gathering down my spine. I tip my head towards an alcove I recognize near the generator, spy some old cabinets with the contents spilling out. My smile feels tight, as if my freckles don't want to give anything away. "Mouse can only do so much in terms of convincing me you're a worthy ally, you know." Deny, deny, deny, push whatever that wobbly feeling is beneath my ribcage, flopping around like a dead fish in the pit of my stomach. I have to look away from him, can't stand the way he's looking at me, expecting things from me, like friendship and kindness and I hate how I'm expecting it from him, too. "C'mon, I wonder if there's any weird shit in here about what all those gems and stuff we saw earlier were. Or maybe there'll be an old employee file detailing in explicit form their misbehavior." I gesture towards the decrepit wooden desk in the center of the fenced off alcove. "I wouldn't put it past Ivan to put a big boobie blowies porno mag in that desk somewhere."

and if love is real, maybe i’m just too bad
to remember how good it feels.



felicity scavenges mines exit.

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