Welcome to the Machine [A&D Day 1]

[Preston Garrity d4m [Tribsit]]

Reality

Preston march garrity

i know it's dire, my time today

Only when we reach the entrance do we slow down. Asher's got my knives ready to toss and I try to hold the sword in an offensive position but the tip keeps dipping as my injuries drain my energy. I needed to rest soon. As Asher peers into the shadows, I turn to watch behind us. Nothing, no one, not a single rustle. At least not on the ground.

Ting ting ting

I had barely heard it for more than a few seconds and it already was annoying. The high pitched bell peeled out into the open air and for a moment I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Then my eyes locked on the shapes of two backpacks drifting down with the help of parachutes.

I'm standing below them before they touch the ground. The one labeled with a little 4 is in my hands and opened in a heartbeat, parachute tossed aside as I check what could possibly be inside. A jug meets my questing fingers, then some sort of plastic kit. I pull the kit out, beaming as the red plus sign greets me. Without hesitation, I crack it open and extract the contents. It was a good thing I had taken time at the First Aid station, for it might just save my life.

The needle pinches and I suck in a breath. With only a single hand to work with I had chosen to stitch up my thigh as it would be easier to deal with. My chest could be wrapped with bandages, and my hand well... I guess I would just have to do my best. What little I could do did help me feel more focused, and hopefully it would save me from bleeding to death. Of course, I could still die at any moment.

It was time to get to shelter.

In the gloom and shadows of the factory it was cooler. The darkness didn't frighten me, only what it might conceal. If we were set upon by a group of tributes we wouldn't be able to see them until it was too late. The entire building was quiet, though, still like it hadn't seen life in a hundred years - or at least seventy. Neither Asher nor I felt comfortable setting up in the open, so we hid in the shadow of a large machine. Together we might be able to last at least tonight, and maybe longer if we can keep away from the other groups. Having lost sight of Gunner - a twinge not related to my injuries sprang up in my gut - we only had each other. At least the Capitol seemed to like us, or pity us. Either way, we may not be as badly off as I thought we would be.

My eyes drop like stones and my eyelids follow. Next is my head and suddenly I'm asleep with my head pillowed on my backpack. Asher is still beside me, I can feel the faint heat from him, and I feel a momentary sense of peace. The stillness of this place is a comfort.

[Preston receives a backpack, empty water jug, and medkit from sponsorship]
[Preston used on use of n/t and 5ft of bandages on self]

wc: 513

song: Car radio

[Asher Rainer 7m {tribsit}]

Something beautiful

ASHER RAINER

                           or something free?    

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Buildings shot into the air. Flying forever. Asher looked around trying to take in what was before him. It was larger than anything he's saw in the arena right now. Slowly he looked behind him making sure that Preston was with him. Wondering where he was, he walked closer. It's quiet. A bit too quiet. Something about the building drew him to it. The idea of exploring and finding what's inside. Maybe he could find something worthwhile. A place to sleep. A place to make sure that he kept his partner alive. A buddy. A person to help him survive in the midst of the horrors lurking before them, yet all he could see was Zach.

The darkness of the building was eerie. All hairs stood on end, but it was a place to hide away from all the other tributes still roaming around. Turning in every direction, he noticed that the weapons sitting in his hand was no longer the sword, but a set of throwing knives. Must have grabbed them when getting off the train. It was a horrible site, but he kept going.

Ting. Ting. Ting.

Parachutes flew through the air landing almost out of his grasp. A couple of them had his name on them, and some of the others were for Preston. Grabbing the ones for him, he opened the containers. Inside one of them was backpack. Asher felt a smile spread across his face. In the other was a medkit. Opening it up, he quickly removed some of the bandages and used them on his wounds. It was enough to keep him going. Throwing the rest of it back in the container, he pushed it all inside his backpack except for a few knives. Holding onto them was important since he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Tossing the bag across his shoulders, he turned wondering what items Preston received.

He started moving again. Knives at the ready. Mind racing, but it didn't stop him. Going inside was easy, but death had the chance of lurking inside. Breathing heavily, he went through the door, and the darkness consumed him. Fear ran throug his body. The outside was quiet, but inside all he could hear was the silence. It was deafening. A small bit of light shown through the tall windows - enough to see where he was going. It was clear that the building was abandon quite for quite some time. Large, dangerous machinery stood in front of him. Yes, it was a perfect place to hide. In the darkness. Maybe nobody else would find them. Asher turned towards Preston and motioned for him to come forward. To seek out the machinery in front of him.

He knew one thing. Asher didn't plan on touching any buttons because these contraptions came from the Capitol and the odds of it being a trap was higher than anything he's ran into so far. He wanted to play smart and stay alive. Not die by some stupid trap created by the gamemakers in charge of the hell he was walking through now. Deep inside he hoped that Preston felt the same way. Reclining down behind one of the huge machines, Asher hoped that the darkness was enough to keep him and Preston alive. At least for the night.

Asher collects 3 bundles of firewood
receives a backpack and medkit from sponsorship
uses 5ft of bandages on self for -1