apathetic to the devil ; nevermore v. woodsmen ; day 2
Feb 29, 2020 17:23:23 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Feb 29, 2020 17:23:23 GMT -5
I think the lack of cannon fire put us all on edge last night. I know it made me antsy, itching to get up and get going, because it meant that there was still twenty-three roadblocks to get through. Twenty-three little chess pieces on the board. And someone's probably started to hunt them already.
Not that that's my problem. With all the shit we got from the bloodbath, the other tributes will think twice about trying to track us down. The extra padding strapped to my chest solidifies that. And if we can find a place to lay low for a while, let the others meet up and fight it out, maybe even turn the other alliances against each other? Then that's just less blood on our hands.
Less blood on my hands.
But we had to move first, as soon as the light comes, because the stupid swinging bridges we spent the night on draw too much attention. They're rickety and barren and unless you're in one of the buildings or shimmying up a tree, there's almost no coverage. No protection.
And so when the sun rose ,we headed out.
But it's hot and it's humid and after the view from the village, the blandness of our destination gives me the creeps.
"Why are we going so slow?"
The bugs won't stop biting and the sun won't stop beating down, and I swear we've barely covered any ground. There's a crick in my neck from sleeping upright against one of the hut walls, stupidly paranoid with my backpack cradled in my arms and a weapon against my chest. I don't know why the dark made me think that Noel was going to go back to her career roots and betray us, or that Laurent was going to use his tar to set the buildings ablaze and take off.
But it took me a long time to fall asleep.
So maybe I'm more cranky than usual, more impatient, but complaining usually gets me everywhere, this little game of playing baby brother and being doted on.
Except we're still not moving any faster.
So, careful of his crossbow, I nudge Ikaros out of the way and barge past the three of them, round the shaded corner of a hill and run smack into something solid. But it's breathing, moving, and I stumble back when I realize it's body, hold my hammer a bit closer when I look up and up and up and realize it's the guy from Ten.
Shit.
"NOEL!" I yell for her, mind blanking, panicking when she isn't right beside me and doesn't immediately step forward with her blade like did yesterday. It feels like every ounce of bravado leaves my body in one shaky exhalation, because at first I thought it was just the heat, just some kind of mirage, but Ten's whole fucking band is behind him.
Shit shit shit shit.
I take a step back and scream Noel's name again, lash out all wide-eyed and staggering, and see every single one of my plans fall apart.
Not that that's my problem. With all the shit we got from the bloodbath, the other tributes will think twice about trying to track us down. The extra padding strapped to my chest solidifies that. And if we can find a place to lay low for a while, let the others meet up and fight it out, maybe even turn the other alliances against each other? Then that's just less blood on our hands.
Less blood on my hands.
But we had to move first, as soon as the light comes, because the stupid swinging bridges we spent the night on draw too much attention. They're rickety and barren and unless you're in one of the buildings or shimmying up a tree, there's almost no coverage. No protection.
And so when the sun rose ,we headed out.
But it's hot and it's humid and after the view from the village, the blandness of our destination gives me the creeps.
"Why are we going so slow?"
The bugs won't stop biting and the sun won't stop beating down, and I swear we've barely covered any ground. There's a crick in my neck from sleeping upright against one of the hut walls, stupidly paranoid with my backpack cradled in my arms and a weapon against my chest. I don't know why the dark made me think that Noel was going to go back to her career roots and betray us, or that Laurent was going to use his tar to set the buildings ablaze and take off.
But it took me a long time to fall asleep.
So maybe I'm more cranky than usual, more impatient, but complaining usually gets me everywhere, this little game of playing baby brother and being doted on.
Except we're still not moving any faster.
So, careful of his crossbow, I nudge Ikaros out of the way and barge past the three of them, round the shaded corner of a hill and run smack into something solid. But it's breathing, moving, and I stumble back when I realize it's body, hold my hammer a bit closer when I look up and up and up and realize it's the guy from Ten.
Shit.
"NOEL!" I yell for her, mind blanking, panicking when she isn't right beside me and doesn't immediately step forward with her blade like did yesterday. It feels like every ounce of bravado leaves my body in one shaky exhalation, because at first I thought it was just the heat, just some kind of mirage, but Ten's whole fucking band is behind him.
Shit shit shit shit.
I take a step back and scream Noel's name again, lash out all wide-eyed and staggering, and see every single one of my plans fall apart.
phi attacks silas ; warhammer
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STABBED IN STOMACH -- 9.5 damage + 1 strength
o5Mhit4xXIspiked blunt
STABBED IN STOMACH -- 9.5 damage + 1 strength
spiked blunt