Straight on until morning [TFF v AOH v Shadowless day 1.5]
Jun 28, 2018 15:12:26 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Jun 28, 2018 15:12:26 GMT -5
Cesare Crocetti
I'm running as fast as I can in whatever stupid contraption the Capitol put me in. I hate it because it's embarrassing, but not nearly as embarrassing as a career running from the bloodbath. I have nothing but my fists. Nothing to help keep me alive. Nothing to eat or drink, and yet I'm still running. Trying to figure out the best way to maneuver through this mess. I left the kid from six behind, and truthfully, I don't really care what happens to him. One less tribute standing in my way is all I need.
I'm out of breath, and I pause long enough to try to regain my focus. Fighting comes easy, but running isn't something I do all the time. I'm more of a sprinter, not a long distance runner, yet here I am sprinting full speed for as long as I possibly can. My heart's racing, and I keep hearing sounds behind me, and I don't know where they're coming from. I'm not afraid of fighting, but if someone comes up behind me with a weapon, I'm done for. I only pause when I see a change in the way the arena looks.
It looks kind of cool, and I want to explore it all. To figure out what's going on and maybe by some chance find a weapon. Something to use to keep myself alive, but I have nothing. No way of cutting some wood or gathering water. No way of doing anything right now. I spin around only to come face to face with the kid I left behind at the bloodbath. My heart leaps into the back of my throat for a moment before I swallow everything down. Doesn't he know never to sneak up on someone that's fighting in the hunger games? Does he realize that I could've killed him if I had a weapon? He mumbles something, and I just shake my head. It isn't worth trying to explain to him the potential consequences of his actions.
I sigh just for a moment before my eyes rest on the axe sitting in his hands. I want it. I want to use it. I want to slice people up with it. I want to spill blood. The corners of my lips twist into a wicked grin as I slowly take my gaze from the axe in Ezekiel's hand. I'm about to ask him for it when others pour into the area, and I don't know what else to do. I guess I'll just have to knock someone out with my fist. Popping my knuckles, I laugh slightly. I'm ready for a fight, and it's time to show that they need to stay out of my way.
79th Hunger Games
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Cesare attacks Dove Elsu | Unarmed
BPyPew6Gunarmed
5168 -- Bruised Left Thigh -- 2.5 damageunarmed