<| Descent of Fall |> [Team SOT vs. Sheepish]

[Prince Inigo]

(Edit coming up. )

Puppets of the television show, they all fought in front of the hidden cameras, unconsciously vying for attention and screen time. Potential sponsors watching the footage might be more willing to dispense their savings onto such helpless souls. Items on the silver wings of parachutes, appreciated by the Tributes, lasting them longer for the upcoming brawls, could drop down for them. Career packs usually did better in the fights, but they were human after all, despite the previous training experience for the Hunger Games. Provisions were scarce - practically living off the land - and those delightful individuals heavy on lucre could fill the stomachs for a day, at least.

Reasons behind Takeba pondering about sponsorship and finances during a skirmish, cast to the unknown void. Thinking such thoughts only detracted the mind from going too deep in contemplation towards gore and violence. Emotionally still rattled and solemn, physically intact, the District 4 girl was sound in two of the aspects regarding mind, soul, and body. She was a bit unnerved towards the instant death of the middle-height creature, but such a feeling did not hinge her progress to damage. Rather, she was just left to comprehend and register one kill already made outside of the Tribute circle.

Protection was key. Despite not desiring to attack fine animals, deep inside, the alliance mattered most. Takeba had to discard feeling guilty and derived emotions day one of the Hunger Games, and she had hardly any time to think over the matter of slaying living beings. Looking over at the crew, Topaz was, indeed, suffering the most damage, getting nipped and bitten every which way. Judgment was made: Her over them. She loved the fauna and their kingdom; however, right now, the human-side of thinking took control.

Alliance over them.

Takeba aimed low again, distributing injury elsewhere. She did not go extremely down compared to the stomach cut earlier, but anything would help at the moment. Any slash, cut, bruise, bashing, or otherwise was a step to the bigger goal, the most important matter. Frowning, the girl took a stab at the creature, swinging diagonally in negative slope. Her eyes were not closed.

[Takeba attacks Sir [Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Chest - 4.0

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[Lulu]

post will come soon

[attacks Sir, spear]
[dice=200+3000]
[deep gash left thigh, 8.0]

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gonna take this sack of puppes
gonna set it out to freeze
gonna crawl around on all fours
till all the blood falls out my knees

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o.O Dead Sir![/size][/blockquote][/color][/justify][rand=8772147527302089393019137861010371053490050986308235465475633719]

[aya]

Children of the Grounds
Making Warring Sounds

Nash Harvey —

You're making a generic attack post? Isn't that sort of cheating? I approve. But that means less of us! But it also means less of

her, which means less stress for us. This is true. Although I think this post will be edited later.

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Nash glowered internally, wondered what the hell the Two were talking about — what was a post, anyhow? — and attacked Tee again, this time with her harpoon.

[[attacks Tee]]
[dice=200+3000]
[Shallow Cut on Back; 4.0]


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[Kevin]

Anani Petros

Post coming right up. :3

[Attacks Sir]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm 3.5]

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[phunke]

Tee will have an awesome post here in a lil' bit.

[Tee attacks Topaz with teeth, aka knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[2195; shallow cut on left thigh, 3.5]

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[Prince Inigo]

(Edited with trapping post. If I have to wait in another post, I'll do so.)

Leader dead, now was the time for the small one to be given damage. Takeba stood there, hesitating, holding the dagger downwards. She had lowered the weapon slightly, contemplating her choices. Two of the muttations laid in their blood; the last of the trio did not cease attack. It had nipped Topaz's leg with sharp teeth, possibly trying to draw out crimson droplets. District 4's female Tribute closed her eyes tight as she gripped the attacking knife harder.

Like before, she went low to the ground in her retaliation strike, for Topaz's sake. Emotions hindered ability to be swift, but everything was cast in a wide mass of confusion. Takeba swung her dagger in awkward fashion, aiming for the same area she had done with the bigger creature. Such soft bellies would be prone to a good bit of damage. The girl was not able to go deep, but it would do for now.

[Attacks Tee]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Stomach - 4.0

With the fight over, the adrenaline dissipated; the calmness long sought for was finally coming to Takeba. Muttations dead, the alliance weary and suffering additional injuries on top the ones from the day before, the girl smiled to the three an assuring smile. From the skirmish, she had been inflicted hardly a scratch or minor cut. Regardless, as far as the purple-haired Tribute could tell, they were all fine physically. Emotionally rattled, perhaps, but physically solid. Crimson pools around the four was, for the most part, not consisted of their essences or life sources.

"I congratulate everyone on the extraneous work of ridding the muttations...?" Takeba looked at the creatures and nodded. Such unusual animals, she had deemed, were the work of the ever-ingenious Capitol elite. "Are we in need of medical support? Who has suffered the most damage?"

One thought penetrated the District 4 Tribute's head, leading her to bring a hand to her stomach. Hers was flat; and, upon inspection, the stomachs of her members were also just as leveled. She had randomly recalled a vital piece of information and scurried off towards sets of trees, fully immersing herself in the vibrant and beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows of the falling leaves. Since the ground had a layer of mixed dead and soft blades, her feet would both crunch and squish with each step taken. Purple eyes were rolling to various directions as hands brushed against a multitude of trees, stroking bark.

Takeba had barely delved into the heart of the small forest when she stopped dead. She rested her body on wood, breathing in and out slowly. Where she looked, there was an expansive area naked of any foliage, minus the leaves on the floor. At the spot, the sun or moon could easily let their light gush, no worry of any tree to make holes of darkness. Her eyes rested on a primitive mechanism of rope tied to a tree limb, and here she saw...

[Attempt to trap small game]
[dice=2]
Failure

...Nothing. With a sigh, Takeba headed back to the alliance site, disappointment growing within. Her hands touched certain forest guardians again, directing her own way out. Sigh once more. "Between the night and the daybreak," she said as the distance between the three and herself grew shorter, "I had taken the liberty of setting up a trap for small game; however, I regret to report that no animal touched the mechanism. We must wait longer for any provision to come in."

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[Lulu]

The District One tribute watched as the second of the larger sheep things fell after a devastating blow from her trident. Red glistened on his leg where she’d cut him, and he died almost instantly; the beast had lost so much blood, it wasn’t surprising. Now the only mutt left was the littlest one, the one who seemed to tag behind the other two. Were they its parents? Was this a family of sheep-mutts they were aiming to kill? As they destroyed the sheep, were they also breaking bonds of love in the process? Oh, wait. She didn’t give a damn. Especially since the little, villainous creature had just cut her with its teeth again.

Tope was stinging everywhere, but none of the pain severely impacted her ability to fight. In fact, if anything, it strengthened it; now she was so consumed with hatred for the damned things that all she wanted was for them to die. It was such an overwhelming feeling that she had to pause for a moment to contemplate why she felt it. Never before had she been so eager to reap lives with a weapon, animals and humans alike. She’d gone through the motions of training for years, and had known that she’d be able to kill, to attack—but do each so viciously? As if she’d like nothing more than to see blood spurt up from wounds she’d inflicted. This was a new feeling, an overpowering sensation that she knew she couldn’t control. So why keep trying?

With that thought in her mind she aimed to attack the child-sheep, the last of its little pack remaining unless there was more lying in wait in the fabulous fall foliage around them. The prospect of more sheep to fight did not please her; not because the seventeen-year-old was hesitant to kill them, but because she was practical enough to know that it would be dangerous for her to be injured any more. Also, she’d realized while she fought that she had an uncontrollable instinct to shoot glances at Nash every few seconds to see how she was getting on. This peculiar necessity to be reassured by her ally’s continuing presence was not something she needed on top of everything else in battle, and yet it was another thing she had no control over. But still…those eyes of deepest brown were utterly distracting.

The few moments she’d been lost in her head had made another attack on the small mutt pointless, though. Not surprisingly Takeba’s final attack had sent it over the edge, and it was clearly dying now. This irritated Topaz a bit; she would have liked to be the one to deliver the killing blow, as the thing’s teeth had sliced through her skin most recently. But it was completely unnecessary, seeing as the orange-furred creature was already on the ground, clearly about to embrace death as it came to call. This image brought on another weird contemplation; what happened to mutts when they died? Tope had always thought of them as machines manufactured by the Capitol rather than truly living things; was dying for them more like short-circuiting, or did they die as if they truly had lived? Just thinking about this was making her head ache, though. Now was not a time for asking questions with meanings too deep for her to fathom. Now was a time for survival.

All was silent for a bit as the mutts lay dead on the ground. ”So…do you think we can, you know, eat them?”

Maybe it wasn’t advisable to eat Capitol-made hybrid creatures, but Topaz could hardly ignore the gnawing sensation of hunger in her abdomen. Regardless of where they had come from, though, these muttations didn’t look particularly edible. They were mostly fluff and fur with little meat on their bones. Besides, they were covered in blood, and with no stream or other source of water to wash them in…ugh. Was it really worth it?

A little later Takeba attempted trapping an animal; sadly it was unsuccessful. No food for them, for the time being. It seemed unreal that in the plethora of essential things they’d salvaged from the Cornucopia, edibles were nonexistent. Were the Gamemakers purposely trying to starve them out? Wouldn’t it be so much more entertaining to watch the tributes fight to the death, against either mutts or each other? Having watched the Games since she was a toddler, Topaz could easily say that the most entertaining parts of the competition for life was the fighting.

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke again. ”Alright, so we should either make camp here for the night or keep moving. What’ll it be?”[/color] The prospect of staying put was a tantalizing one; Tope was sore and so, so tired. They had tents and three decent sized sleeping bags; though two of them would have to share to keep warm (admittedly she wouldn’t mind sharing with Nash, and this wasn’t because of the extra body heat) they had far better means of shelter than nearly all of the tributes that remained in the arena. But they did need to get moving at some point. Water was the most pressing issue. They had to find water. They’d surely perish within a day or two without it.

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well let's take this potted plant
to the woods && set it free
i'm gonna tell the owners
just how nice that was of me

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[aya]

All's well
at the base of the hill
You might need to fill
a prescription to kill off the silence

Nash Harvey —

It bothered Nash to no end that she was the only one left in the alliance with a kill count of zero. She wanted to be bothered by her lack of success, because she needed to do well. Because she knew exactly who was rooting against her back at home, and wanted few things more than to exceed expectations, in an act of defiance. But why? Why did she care who thought what of her at this point? She didn't need to prove anything to anyone.

The Games hadn't been too particularly miserable to her, of course, but she still couldn't help but wonder why she was here. What it was that compelled Nash to accept her space as a tribute — because Ripred knew there would be any number of girls willing and eager to be in the Arena in Nash's stead — the girl was no longer certain. She'd initially taken it to be spite, a small vengeance against the controlling mother who had disowned her when Nash refused to be perfect, but now the tribute was starting to have second thoughts.

She didn't actually want to win. She never actually wanted to win. There was no happiness for her in District Two, and, while life in the Arena had certainly been interesting thus far, the novelty would wear off quickly. Especially if the quartet kept getting mutts sent after them. Nash eyed one of the lifeless bodies with the sudden urge to crush its skull under her boot. She refrained, content to watch blood seep out of its wounds, turning the vivid orange fur into a sticky, semi-congealed crimson mess. Good riddance.

Resembling train accident victims (Nash had seen one or two) the least was the orange sheep that had been dispatched by Anani. It lay in a red puddle, which was still slowly filling from the slit in its throat, almost peaceful: an orange beast in a sea of red on a leaf bed of both colors. It was probably due to the District 12 boy, of course, that they'd been attacked by the three creatures of the Capitol — if Nash were Head Gamemaker, she'd certainly target the brother of the previous year's victor, especially if his District was on a winning streak. She glanced at his armoured vest with just a touch of envy.

Maybe it would be better to do away with him yourself, right here, right now. Then you could up your kill count, too, and save some supplies. He's a valuable asset — he did, after all, take out that mutt very quickly. That means he's a threat. When it comes time to split, wouldn't it be better to have him already gone? What about that sponsor money? You know he just

has to have a lot. Why not wait for a return on that? Because it isn't coming. May as well get rid of him now.

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Nash's hand tightened around the shaft of her spear. It very well might save her life to do away with Anani before the alliance had to officially split. Such betrayal was not unprecedented in the traditionally "Career" alliances; in fact, they were usually an annual occurrence, and often marked the turning point of the Games. Day Two was too early for the Games to start winding down. Only half the tributes were dead, by Nash's count, and they hadn't done much in terms of settling in to Arena life. The competition had scarcely begun.

That way he won't be expecting it. No one will. What does that have to do with anything? Usually people react just as quickly to a spear coming at their face whether they know betrayal is inevitable or no. Even so, what harm is it to take him out now? You'll be saving supplies. But he's useful in fights — and other people will even target him instead of you or Takeba, or

Topaz — because they don't want District 12 to get the victory again.[/color] Everyone sees everyone else as an enemy, regardless of district. If they're attacking, they're attacking. It's just a feeding frenzy every fight. Without meaning. Not true; they gang up on people when they can. And think of the kid's sister. Is one human life is valued above another for you? Everyone here has a family, or someone that wants them to stay alive, anyhow. [/i]She doesn't.[/color][/blockquote][/i]

With one swift movement, Nash raised her harpoon — for a few moments, it hovered around her head, poised for throwing. But she didn't. Violently burying the point in the earth, the District Two tribute busied herself by digging through their gear for the medical supplies, focusing on maintaining an intense scowl for fear that abandoning the countenance would result in her actually letting a few tears slip out. The wispy teen didn't cry much, and the Arena was no place to start.

Two deep breaths. With a sigh, Nash allowed her face to slip back into its usual neutral expression. She didn't know why the brutal honesty of the statement bothered her; after all, hadn't she been telling herself that the entire time? But somehow, it was a lot more real when it wasn't exactly self-originating. No one loved Nash. No one needed Nash. No one would care when she died. And Nash needed to convince herself that it didn't bother her, even though she knew she wouldn't succeed.

Rising to her feet, Nash did her best to force it from her mind. Her alliance seemed to be talking about food and making camp — which, admittedly was an issue; neither food nor water were found at the Cornucopia. Takeba reported that her snares were empty (or, that was what Nash thought she'd said at least — it was hard to tell with that girl) and Topaz had wondered aloud if the mutts were edible. Eyeing the carcasses, Nash figured not; they were all blood and fluff at this point. The conversation, however, made the pit forming in her stomach all the more apparent, and decided to address the District One tribute's other question.

"As nice as it would be to stay put for the night," she started softly, eternally grateful that her voice stayed level, "I think it would be better to keep moving through the night. We're going to need water pretty quick, and I don't think there's any around — though I'm no nature expert by any means. But I think we ought to take a bit of a break first." As frequently eyes found different items to focus on as she spoke: Takeba, Topaz, Anani, Topaz, a tree, a dead mutt, Topaz, her harpoon still stuck in the ground. They finally settled on Topaz. Nash addressed her directly.

"Do you want me —" For a moment, she was tempted to leave the question as it was. Do you want me? Suddenly, she was desperate to know, for her own sake. Because someone had to, didn't they? Someone other than Noam, who was nearly a year dead, anyhow. Her courage faltered, and she finished the sentence, no more than the brief, subtle hesitation. "— to patch up your leg before we go?"

The disappointment she felt for herself for her cowardice wasn't all that bad. She'd never been assertive, not even when it was important.

Try harder next time, kid. If you even get a next time.

[/color]ooc- um, that'd be first aid for all... just hit some time constraints :3
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[Kevin]

Anani Petros

As the last muttation fell, the blood of the stray mutts continued to trickle slowly across the ground. Anani gave way and fell to his knees with a heave as he stifled screams of pain bursting from his newly opened arm. The many years of watching the cruel entertainment on the public showings of the Games had not prepared him for the pain he would feel. The crimson liquid had continued to slowly cover his arm as drops of it began to fall off the tips of his fingers. Anani forced himself to breathe as he fought back the initial signs of dry heaving.

Anani looked on towards his teammates as he saw them check over their own wounds. Seeing that they had enough on their hands without him having to ask for some first-aid, he took off his headband and wrapped it around a part of the profound wound done to the upper part of his arm. The blood continued to trickle out of the wound as his mind became more hazy by the second. With a disgusted throw of the useless and now bloodied up headband, Anani just took off his already mangled shirt and used it as a towel to clean up his arm.

As he cleaned up his arm, cringing all the meanwhile, he noticed Takeba spontaneously getting up and running somewhere. Before he could chase after her or even wonder for long where she went, she was right back with a disgruntled look on her face. She reported to the entire alliance on the fact that she had not caught any animal that could be used as food for the alliance. Now that she had mentioned food, Anani held his right hand to his stomach as he noticed the slight tinge of hunger, especially since he had been pampered by the Capitol for a couple weeks. Anani continued to attempt to listen to the brief conversation and suggestions on whether they should move camps or not, but he failed to reply to any of their questions due to the fatigue, pain and lack of concentration.

With a sudden air of spontaneity like Takeba, Anani stood up and faced his alliance. "I... I'll try and go get some food, I think I can manage to get some plants for us to eat." Hesitation lingered in his breath as he desperately looked at Takeba to see if she'd volunteer to tag along, but no such luck came his way. He almost raised his voice to even offer whether she'd like to, but his rattling courage failed him. With a look of disparity, Anani quickly turned around, still holding his shirt over the wound on his arm and picked up the spare shirt from the Wealth as he headed into the forest.

As Anani strolled through the forest, he kept his eyes and ears open for any more mutts that might be straying along the path. He carefully had his guard up for any danger as he slowly started to gather some edible plants he recognized from the wild plants he had used to gather for Nisa.... Nisa... He still remembered his sister and his mentor... Was she watching him now?... Was she ok? Had Arbor read his letter?... Questions filled his mind like a haze as Anani gripped tightly onto the one remaining token of reminder he had received from his sister. After gathering enough plants that could be used to eat and to heal -enough for two days- Anani started to walk back as he carefully kept them away from the blood that continued to leak from his wound.

[Anani picks up 2 days supply of medicinal and edible plants for alliance]

As he finally got back to the alliances campsite, he gently laid the plants down in front of his alliance as he tried to hide the pain he was in. He wasn't going to be a weakling or a hindrance to his alliance... They had miraculously accepted him, and he wasn't going to lose that miracle. As he sat down, he pushed some of the plants and berries towards his teammates with a grim smile. "Eat up guys... I know it's not meat or anything... but it'll do for now." With another flash of a less than optimistic grin, Anani took a couple berries and popped them into his mouth. As he slowly went through the plants and ate, he applied some of the medicinal herbs to his wound as he cringed at the stinging sensation that ran through the remaining nerves in his upper arm.

[Anani gives alliance's share of food and medicinal herbs to each respective character]
[Anani eats and applies medicinal herbs]

As he finished up eating, he turned to his alliance with somewhat more of a genuine smile and saw that they were in pretty good shape so far. Hope was not lost. Hope was still with all of them. And if any of them made it out of this hellhole, he'd be pleased. Nisa would be proud of him either way.

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[Prince Inigo]

(I'm so awfully tired it's not even funny. Expect utter crap from this. Might not even hit three paragraphs. Or two.)

Topaz inquired about moving out or staying put for the night; and, when Nash gave her opinion as an answer, Takeba nodded her head, discarding the look the result of failure. "The Hunger Games program looks forward to Tributes walking on to confront death; and, prolonging stay in a single area will cause wariness in the other parties." She nodded again. "Prior to our departure, I will dismantle the trap and bring along the necessary items. I will be able to set up the same type of snare in the future with the exact materials."

The only male in the alliance declared to be able to retrieve edible flora; Takeba blinked as he had seemed to want to say something else before venturing off. Upon his very short return, her eyes widened to the forages gathered, and she smiled gratefully. "Thank you very much, Anani, for the hard work," the girl said as she picked up a share of food and medical plants. "I plan to eat my portion tomorrow morning; the night will come soon, and such potential waste is not needed at this moment." She stuffed away the plants in her backpack and waited for events to unfold.

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(Complete. Utter. Crap.)

[Lulu]

It seemed to be a unanimous decision that the group would keep moving for the rest of the afternoon, rather than stay and camp here. Topaz agreed wholeheartedly with this. Sure, this little copse of colorful trees was supposedly a safe place (well, safe by arena standards, anyway) now that they had disposed of the bothersome sheep-foxes, but who knew what else could be around? Perhaps a more dangerous mutt that would deal them even more damage. More tributes could be in the area, as well. Besides, if they kept on they'd most likely make it to a source of water, which they desperately needed to do. "We'll keep moving,"

the red-haired girl concluded aloud with a nod.

Surprisingly, Anani was able to locate some edible and medicinal plants. Hm. There was obviously more to this kid than met the eye. He seemed to be drastically different in many ways from his occasionally unstable sister, she observed. He appeared to be secure, sure of himself, collected. And skillful in many ways, too. But still, he had an obvious target on his head, and it didn't matter how capable he proved himself to be of survival; he'd be dead in a matter or sunrises. And Topaz couldn't help but wonder if that would be sooner, rather than later.

She took some of the edible plants he'd found and was about to eat them, but a stinging pain in her leg distracted her. Damn. She'd forgotten that the gash was there. It wasn't bleeding anywhere nearly as it had when it had first been inflicted, but it was starting to throb. She didn't know very much about first aid; nothing at all, really. In training back in the first district they focused more on the combat aspects of the Games; self defense, offensive maneuvers, agility training. Hardly ever had they reviewed the practical knowledge, the bits that were truly going to ensure their survival. What did it matter if she could swing a sword around? She was useless here in the arena if she wasn't able to heal herself.

Perhaps, though, someone in her alliance would be able to figure it out? Just as she was mulling over this possibility she noticed Anani pressing some of the plants against his own wounds. Selfish brat. Wouldn't even think to share with some of your teammates, who are injured worse than you? Tope felt a sharp twinge of irritation at the District Twelve boy, but forced herself to push it away. He's going to die. Might as well let him do whatever the hell he wants until he does. Well, seeing as she wasn't offered any, and he'd presumably used up his entire handful, she would have to ask out loud for some assistance. Could her pride handle that? Despite the fact that they were supposed to help each other, regardless, seeing as they were an alliance...she'd always hated admitting that she wasn't able to do something else. Bracing herself to ask the dreaded question, she turned to look at Takeba and...

As her gaze settled on Nash's familiar features, she noticed that the other girl appeared to have been staring at her as well. This realization made Topaz's heart begin to pound, and for once her stubborn side neglected to force her to face reality. "Do you want me--" During the brief time they'd spent together Tope had talked for the astounding majority of the time, so Nash's voice was still not something she'd grown used to. Every time the District Two female talked Topaz wanted to close her eyes and just listen, because her voice was just so...so appealing to her. And now, as Nash addressed her directly, the seventeen-year-old only managed to really comprehend one word. This was hardly surprising; her ears were just fixated on the soft sound of the other girl's voice and not exactly what it was saying. But she couldn't help but catch the one. Want.

Want. It was so familiar a concept to her. Since she was a toddler she'd included it in various different phrases demanding certain things. I want. Practically every pampered District One child was selfish to some extent. Topaz had uttered the words "I want" in her lifetime more times than she could count. There was never a time when she didn't want for something. The present was not an exception--she could distinctly feel that stirring longing inside of her. But what was it she was longing for so intensely? I want. I want. The thought played out repeatedly inside her mind as she tried to connect it to something. What did she want? I want. I want. Out of the blue, the name of the one that she considered to be more than just an ally flitted into her thoughts. Nash Harvey. It rang out with a certain fervor in her head. Nash Harvey. I want. The two phrases intermingled with each other slowly, as if her brain was testing to see how well they fit together. I want. Nash Harvey. With a slight stab of shock she realized that they blended into one more perfectly than she would have ever imagined. I want Nash Harvey.

It just felt so...right, hearing the words in her mind. She looked back at Nash to see that the subject of her fervent longing was holding what looked like first aid supplies out to her with an expectant look on her face. It was then she realized that the "want" had probably been connected to a sentence along the lines of "Do you want me to fix up your leg", or something of that sort. Of course. Nash was from the medical district; she must have been exposed to many sorts of healing procedures. But it wasn't the prospect of having her wounds tended to that so appealed to her. To feel Nash's smooth, cool skin brushing her own once again..."Yes!"[/color] The word Tope spoke was more than just an agreement to Nash's proposition; a colossal amount of relief was contained in that one word as well. It was like lifting a ten pound weight from her chest, admitting to herself that she wanted Nash Harvey. Although perhaps there had been a little bit too much vigor in her voice as she'd spoken. "Oh, um...yeah. That'd be great. Thanks."[/color] Topaz forced herself to sound a hell of a lot more indifferent, because wanting Nash did not necessarily mean Nash wanted her in return. But still...it was so relieving to admit to herself what she was feeling, to admit that she felt anything besides anger and irritation at all...that she couldn't help but embrace it.

So with no reluctance she allowed the other tribute access to her injured leg while trying to calm her racing heart.

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come out of things unsaid
shoot an apple off my head
&& a trouble that can't be named
a tiger's waiting to be tamed

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