Eva Salazar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vissernone) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thearena2013-11-22 01:24 pm
vissernone) wrote in thearena2013-11-22 01:24 pm
Entry tags:
Your Ghost is a Lightshow at Night [Closed]
WHO| Eva and Holiday
WHAT| Holiday's time is up.
WHEN| Week 4
WHERE| The jungle
WARNINGS| Death!
In her first Arena, when she was sixteen, Eva killed seven people. She remembers their faces, their District numbers, but not their names. Ultimately, she told herself they didn't matter, but had to confess that her ignorance was a fortress she erected around herself against the tides of guilt that kept washing in long after public interest had faded.
She doesn't have that luxury this time. She knows who she killed. She's seen Cosette on the television before and considered sponsoring her, except that she knew it would break Eponine's heart.
For now, she doesn't let that stop her from looking for her next victim, or for looking to find Eponine again. She ties her hair into a braid (fraying in the humidity) and uses her spear alternately as a walking stick and as a probe to venture into thick plants. She's managed to avoid the wildlife here, thank God, but insect bites and hunger and dehydration are taking their toll. And she hasn't seen Eponine for a few days now. She's seen Sigma's face in the sky.
A flash of movement through the trees catches her eye. She lifts her spear and lowers her body to a crouch, listening for the next sound.
WHAT| Holiday's time is up.
WHEN| Week 4
WHERE| The jungle
WARNINGS| Death!
In her first Arena, when she was sixteen, Eva killed seven people. She remembers their faces, their District numbers, but not their names. Ultimately, she told herself they didn't matter, but had to confess that her ignorance was a fortress she erected around herself against the tides of guilt that kept washing in long after public interest had faded.
She doesn't have that luxury this time. She knows who she killed. She's seen Cosette on the television before and considered sponsoring her, except that she knew it would break Eponine's heart.
For now, she doesn't let that stop her from looking for her next victim, or for looking to find Eponine again. She ties her hair into a braid (fraying in the humidity) and uses her spear alternately as a walking stick and as a probe to venture into thick plants. She's managed to avoid the wildlife here, thank God, but insect bites and hunger and dehydration are taking their toll. And she hasn't seen Eponine for a few days now. She's seen Sigma's face in the sky.
A flash of movement through the trees catches her eye. She lifts her spear and lowers her body to a crouch, listening for the next sound.
no subject
Only her footsteps through the jungle announce her presence as she lunges forward and sends her spear whipping through the air at Holiday's back.
no subject
Instead of her back, the spear rips through her front and she knows it's finally going to be over
and she'll be forced to leave the most beautiful place she's found since arriving in Panem, but her anger is stronger than the pain and she slashes at Eva with her knife when the wound is first made.no subject
She rushes into the undergrowth to watch and wait to get her weapon back while the blood drips down her neck.
no subject
"Bitch," she spits out, really wishing she had the woman's hair in her hands. If there was someone to kill in this arena... Eva probably wasn't the first to come to mind, but she was on the list...
She would have held the spear if she had any decent strength, but she didn't and she was dying anyway, so Holiday tries to slam the knife into the hilt of the spear and saw on it a little. It didn't break, but it was weaker now, at least. Nearly cut through to the middle.
That would have to do, because she couldn't grip the knife anymore, couldn't feel her hand, and things were getting dark. It isn't as quick as she would have liked - or painless - but it is nice. She wishes that it could all end here, but it won't. It's a shame, though. The arena was beautiful this round.
Her eyes glass over, watching the sky and unblinking.
no subject
She doesn't bother with niceties, with closing Holidays eyes or posing her body like some macabre doll. Instead she puts her foot on Holiday's shoulder and pulls the spear out with a sick thukk noise before going through Holiday's pockets. The knife is nice - she tucks it into her belt. She snarls slightly as she sees the notch in the spear, weakening it.
Without regret, she disappears again into the green.